Fuji Shuusuke, the famous tennis genius from Seigaku is known for his smile, his sadistic streak, and of course, his unbelievably high tolerance to whatever concoction Inui made, that he claimed to be juice.

Of course, the others didn't believe him.

But, behind those, Fuji is actually a very insecure person. He likes to keep his eyes hidden from the world, so no one can see how he is feeling inside.

After all, eyes are the windows to one's feelings.

He only opens his eyes whenever he's dead serious, or when he's angry. Because, when he's in the state of anger or seriousness, only those feelings show in his eyes, and he felt a bit secure, because they didn't make him look weak.

Still, there's something bothering him, that made him feel insecure. There's one person who still can tell what he's feeling even though he closed his eyes and smiled at him constantly. As to how, it was beyond Fuji himself.

"Oi, Earth to Shuusuke!" a hand waved in front of Fuji's face, snapping him out of his trance almost immediately.

"What were you thinking about?" the gentle voice invaded his ear, and he sighed. Not because he was sad, angry or exasperated. Rather, because he felt defeated.

"Something," Fuji replied with a smile on his face.

Saeki looked at him, and smiled knowingly. He placed a hand on Fuji's shoulder, and steered him towards the ice cream parlor he was talking about earlier.

"Come on, they've got the best ice cream around here," Saeki said as he pushed the door to the parlor open and entered.

They sat down across each other, and Saeki kept silent for a while, before he said, "Don't worry your pretty head over something so trivial." He looked at the glass table, and looked back at Fuji. "You don't look weak to me."

Fuji's smile grew wider, and he merely nodded serenely.

Maybe, he'd learn to like how someone can still see the feelings he kept inside all the time. Especially when that someone is named Saeki Kojirou.