1College in America

By: 1xmocha

Rating: T

Pairing: OT5

Disclaimer: I do not own prince of tennis nor the characters.

Warnings: none really

Note: Last chapter was over a thousand words...go me! Now without further a due...chapter 4

Chapter 4: Lunchroom surprise(s)

Fuji woke up to Tezuka not beside him.

Whenever he woke up, Tezuka was always there so...where was he now?

Fuji looked at the clock.

6:30.

Great. He had class in an hour.

Literature too.

Great nap class...

Sometimes he had to pray to whatever deity allowed him to be a tensai.

POT

When Fuji got out of the shower, Tezuka was getting dressed.

Fuji breathed a relieved sigh and wrapped his arms around Tezuka's neck.

"Where were you? You weren't there when I woke up." Fuji frowned.

Tezuka gave him a small smile. "Sorry. I was woken up by some noise outside our dorm and went to check it out. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Fuji's usual smile was plastered back on his face. "Oh? And what was it?"

Tezuka smiled even wider. " I met the captain."

Fuji was now intrigued.

"Saa...what's he like?" Fuji questioned.

"He's...different." Tezuka spoke vaguely.

Fuji didn't like it but he always did like a challenge.

POT

Class was so bring.

He didn't have any classes with any of his boyfriends until after their different lunches.

Fuji wanted to pout.

It wasn't fair.

So here he was heading to the East Wing of the campus's lunchroom.

He had heard the food here was something to write home about and what's better?

They had wabsai 24/7.

Fuji entered the lunchroom littered with people.

The food was set up in a buffet style and had a long line.

So Fuji was bored so he decided to do what he did best.

Be sadistic.

He got at least 5 people in line to leave to go to the restroom, scared another 4 girls into leaving with the carbs the food contained, got 3 guys to leave with a pouty look, and got 10 to leave with his glare-one even passed out.

So all in all it was a pretty good day...and he hadn't even got his food yet.

He was now in front of the line trying to beside between the chicken pot pie or some fish and rice when he felt a hand that felt burning on his back and a seductive voice in his ear.

"That wasn't very nice, Fuji s-e-n-p-a-i." the voice strung out.

Fuji shivered.

There was only one voice that could make him feel this way.

"Ryoma." Fuji turned around so Ryoma was against his front now.

Ryoma's pretty face looked into his eyes.

Ryoma had grew. The top of his head was now at Fuji's nose.

It was perfect for him. But then again what wasn't perfect about Ryoma?

"What are you doing here?" Fuji questioned.

Ryoma walked past him, fingers lightly touching his face, grabbing a tray of fish and rice with a come hither look..

Fuji chuckled to himself and grabbed the pot pie.

Ryoma had always been tempting.

POT

"So let me get this straight. You're the tennis captain for out team? Shouldn't you still be in high school?" Fuji questioned as he and Ryoma ate lunch together.

Ryoma took another tantalizing lick of his ice-cream cone, exposing his pink tongue.

Fuji had to wonder if Ryoma knew what just eating his ice-cream made him even more tempting.

Oh what Fuji wouldn't do to get a taste of those lips...

"Well I should anyway, school here was really easy for me so I skipped a few grades. And yes I am your tennis team captain as well as your dorm manager. Why do you have a problem with it?" Ryoma pout-glared.

Fuji smiled.

They had spent most of the lunch period catching up with what had been going on the last 5 years.

It was...nice to just be able to talk with Ryoma.

Ryoma glanced down at his phone to check the time.

"Oh my. Sorry Fuji, I have to get to Adv. Calc. Class in like 5 minutes. I'll see you later at practice, k?" Ryoma spoke as he gave Fuji an apologetic smile.

Fuji nodded at him. It was a little disappointing to see him go but he had class pretty soon as well.

"See you later then. Bye!." Ryoma spoke as he leaned down and gave Fuji a innocent kiss on the forehead.

Fuji felt his heart speed up.

Ryoma really didn't know anything about his actions did he?

"Wait!" he called out to ryoma.

Ryoma turned around.

"Can we continue this later?" Fuji questioned not really sure what he was referring to, talking or the kiss.

Ryoma smirked at him, walking away, "Mada mada da ne."

Fuji felt himself smile.

"What a brat." he spoke to himself as he fished his phone out of his backpack.

He dialed Sanada's phone number to see what class Atobe had next.

Because if he was right...

Atobe was in for quite a surprise.

TBC...