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Sengoku was standing in the foyer of the Oishi household waiting for his boyfriend to come down. It wasn't like Oishi to not be on time, but his mother had told him that her son had been going through his entire wardrobe trying to pick out the perfect outfit. He wanted to tell Oishi that it didn't matter what he wore because he'd look good no matter what he wore. When his boyfriend finally came down blushing and apologizing profusely for taking so long all Sengoku could do was stare in amazement. Of course that only made Oishi blush more and start to shift nervously. "Is something wrong?"

Sengoku blinked and grinned. "You look amazing" he breathed out softly. "Lucky!"

Oishi managed to smile through his bright blush. "Thank you" he whispered as he slipped his hand into Sengoku's offered hand.

"Make sure to get him home by 11" Oishi's father said firmly.

"Dad!" Oishi exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Oishi-san. I'll have him home before his curfew." Sengoku tugged lightly on Oishi's hand leading him out of the house and towards the street. "Are you alright? You're red."

"I'm okay. I'm just a little embarrassed about what happened in there." Oishi squeezed Sengoku's hand gently. "Where are we going that my parents extended my curfew to 11?"

"Dinner and then there's this teen dance club that I've been wanting to check out. I thought I'd take you" Sengoku replied cheerfully only to have Oishi stop dead in his tracks. "What?"

"Dancing? You want to go dancing?" Oishi was clearly not okay with Sengoku's plan, but the redhead was fairly sure that if he could just get the brunette into the club it would all be okay.

"I do. I promise you'll love it and if you don't we'll leave and do something else." Sengoku smiled at his boyfriend before tugging on his hand lightly to get them walking again. "Either way if we don't keep walking we're going to lose our reservation at the restaurant." Oishi nodded and fell into step with the energetic redhead.

Oishi couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering throughout their dinner. It was wonderful, but the lapses in conversation allowed time for him to think. He couldn't really believe that they were already celebrating their one month anniversary. It seemed unreal to Oishi who still couldn't see why Sengoku was dating him in the first placed. He had pointed that out when they went to Tokyo Tower and Sengoku had tried to explain, but Oishi couldn't bring himself to believe everything his boyfriend had said. He cared about Sengoku, he really did. That wasn't the problem and the problem certainly wasn't Sengoku himself. The problem was quite simply that Oishi didn't like himself that much. He saw nothing but a mentally screwed up teenager. How could Sengoku care about someone who had to take medication just to cope with everyday life? It didn't make sense. Looking across the table at the smiling redhead Oishi wondered what was going through his mind as they waited for their dessert to arrive.

Sengoku was thinking about Oishi, but not about the faults that Oishi seemed convinced he had. Sengoku honestly couldn't see them, but he could see his boyfriend's lack of self-confidence. He knew about that before he even started dating Oishi. In fact, most of the junior high tennis world knew about Seigaku's vice-captain and his seeming lack of self-esteem. It was obvious in the way he carried himself and the way he always put every other player on his team before himself. Sengoku had been willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and call it selflessness, but then he had watched Oishi over the tennis season and realized that it wasn't the case. Noticing the darkening of Oishi's eyes that always meant he was mentally berating himself Sengoku quickly started up a conversation to pull his boyfriend out of those thoughts.

Dinner ended earlier than Oishi would have liked. He really did want to postpone going to the club as long as possible if only to stave off his suffering for a little while longer. He couldn't dance. It was a fact and he really didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Sengoku, but that didn't stop the redhead from dragging him onto the dance floor immediately. Oishi looked up into shining blue eyes silently pleading that he be allowed to go stand in a corner away from the large mass of bodies currently surrounding him. Sengoku would have none of it and pulled him close as he lowered his head to speak directly into Oishi's ear over the deafening music. "Just follow my lead."

Oishi tried hard to follow Sengoku's lead as had been suggested, but his body simply didn't move like that. He had no doubt that Eiji would find this all very easy, but for him it was decidedly not. After four songs he managed to convince Sengoku to let him leave the dance floor and get a drink. He ordered a bottle of water and paid immediately not wanting to start a tab that would get out of hand. He turned around and leaned up against the bar sipping at his water while watching Sengoku dance with a group of other teens their age. It wasn't long before some teen came over and tried to hit on him. Oishi looked at the guy in annoyance and discomfort. He really hated being hit on and the only exception to that had been Sengoku. Come to think of it though, Sengoku had never really hit on him.

Sengoku was quick to notice the situation and left the floor just as quickly. He walked over and wrapped an arm around Oishi's waist tugging him against his chest while glaring at the other teen. Said teen snorted and walked away before Oishi turned around and wrapped his arms around Sengoku's waist. "Thank you" he murmured into the redhead's ear. Sengoku pressed a light kiss to his boyfriend's temple before pulling him back onto the dance floor. Oishi sighed, but consented and managed to enjoy himself for the rest of the night even though he knew he was making a fool of himself.

Sengoku glanced at his watch and showed it to Oishi who nodded his understanding. It was time to go or they would both be in trouble for missing Oishi's curfew. Sengoku hailed a cab even though it was expensive. It was safer than walking home at nearly 10:30 at night. The entire ride to Oishi's house the brunette dozed on Sengoku's shoulder with the redhead's arm around his waist. It was sad to see the evening end, but they had had fun so it didn't really matter. Sengoku leaned down and claimed a kiss as they stood in front of Oishi's door. "Happy Anniversary, Shuichiro."

Oishi smiled before leaning in for another kiss. Sengoku held him close as Oishi's arms wrapped lazily around the taller teen's neck. They parted after a few minutes smiling and a little breathless. "Happy Anniversary, Kiyosumi." Oishi unlocked his front door and slipped inside to find his family still awake ready to grill him about how his anniversary date had gone. He simply gave them a look of the dopey smile still on his face before heading up to his room and collapsing on his bed genuinely happy.

Sengoku walked back to the cab with a soft 'lucky' and gave the driver his address. He'd be stupid to walk home and knew he'd just cause Oishi to worry. It had been a perfect evening and he was sure that things could only get better as their relationship progressed.

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