He wanted to show Mizuki that he was wrong. His trusted data was wrong, and that the tennis tensai Fuji Shuusuke will never be defeated by people who rely on data alone.
He walked over to the court, ignoring the looks thrown by the umpire and the spectators as he walked over to his childhood friend who was sitting on the bench, drinking from his bottle.
"Fuji," Saeki called, and Fuji merely smiled at him in acknowledgement. "I always thought that I know you very well."
"Saa, isn't that so?" Fuji asked, never letting the smile fall from his face. "Isn't that why you are here?"
Saeki grinned. He bent down and captured Fuji's lips with his own. It was a simple chaste kiss, but it was sweet.
"Still, I don't know why you like it in the middle of a match."
