Disclaimer: When you're torn between two good-looking guys, it's hard to choose…right? Or you already know who to choose but you're playing safe?

Notes: The writer eats a lot of chocolates to maintain the sugar content in her body. If she doesn't have enough sugar content, she always starts thinking sappy things like killing the characters.


Set 12

Tezuka opened his locker to get his notes from History class. Several papers fell and Tezuka gathered the papers only to find that most of the papers that fell are love letters from his other admirers.

He groaned in annoyance and stuffed the letters back to his locker. He then walked towards his next classroom while thinking if he should throw them or read them first before throwing them.

Heck, he's still going to throw them out anyway.

Tezuka found Eiji perched on the chair in the middle together with the ever gentle Oishi. They were of course studying for the upcoming test that weekend. Tezuka sat on his usual place. As he settled himself on his own chair, sliding the notes under his own desk, he noticed a mass of light brown hair on his right side.

The person next to his chair was sleeping again. Much to his dismay, as a concerned student he reached over to touch the person's shoulder and shake him up.

One of the person's arms fell on its side and Tezuka saw a clearer view of the sleeping guy's face. He was peacefully dozing off, a smile etched on his lips obviously dreaming of something good.

Tezuka leaned on his own chair once again, his eyes never leaving the person's face.

"Such a beautiful view,"


Set 13

"Fuji, I love you," Tezuka said after the class has ended. Fuji turned around to see if it really was Tezuka. He blinked twice. It really is Tezuka who is speaking to him.

"Nani?" Fuji said for confirmation. He unconsciously clutched his chest to keep his heart from pounding uncontrollably.

"I said I love you," Tezuka repeated his lines as he advances towards the frozen-like image of Fuji. Tezuka gingerly touched his shoulders and Fuji closed his eyes waiting for something he expected to happen.

"Fufufu… I can't believe he's going to kiss me," Fuji said excitedly on his mind.

"Fuji? Fuji Syusuke?" the teacher called on his name. Fuji reluctantly opened his eyes to find himself still in the classroom.

"Are you alright?" the teacher asked the tensai. Fuji nodded in response as he sighed in disappointment having his dream cut off just like that. He looked at his left side and soon enough, a small smile registered on his face.

Tezuka's head was leaning on his left palm, his eyes closed.

"Tezuka is dreaming of me. I have to go back to my dream,"


Set 14

It was raining hard that day, so hard that a lot of students stayed for a while to let the rain subside for a moment.

Fuji looked at his locker.

There was no umbrella lying safely waiting for him on his locker.

He sighed but then smiled to himself as he checked on his watch for the time. Saeki's going to fetch him up after all.

Tezuka noticed Fuji standing still in the lobby. He noticed that Fuji doesn't have an umbrella with him.

An idea flashed through his mind that instant. He was going to share his umbrella with Fuji and escort him all the way to the train station.

He congratulated himself for having such a bright idea.

As he was about to approach Fuji, another guy appeared in front of Fuji—a guy holding a big black umbrella enough for two people.

He saw Fuji smiled at the guy as they exited the school. Tezuka looked at his own umbrella, it was transparent and enough to shelter one person only.

He threw it on the nearest trash bin and headed towards the gate.


Set 15

"So your school is having its annual art exhibition eh?" Saeki said while waiting for Fuji to pick on a beverage on the vending machine. A soft clunk followed after that and Fuji drank the juice slowly.

"That's right. Our Art professor requires us to draw one piece of art work and he'll choose the ones for the exhibit," Fuji continued on. Fuji slightly shivered due to the cold weather that afternoon. Saeki noticed it and let his own hand find its way towards Fuji's own. He then tucked both their hands to Saeki's coat pocket.

Fuji smiled at the contact of their skin.

Saeki's hands are warm yet not so big.

"Ne, Tezuka, your hands are way too huge,"

"Ah?" Tezuka grunted as Fuji held Tezuka's hand and compared it to his own.

"See? It's so big,"

"Not really," Tezuka huffed as he withdrew his hand away from Fuji, flushing a little at the contact of their skin.

"And it's warm too," Fuji breathed under his nose, slightly gripping Saeki's hands.