Title: Friends.

Fandom: Prince of Tennis

Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.

Prompt: 21. Friends.

Word count: 619

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Winter break.

Standard disclaimer applies.

23/100

"Finally!" Choutaro smiled and hugged Jirou with one arm and his boyfriend with the other.

"Mhm." Shishido nodded in agreement, the day of Christmas break had come. And all the regulars on the tennis team would get together at the Atobe mansion, they were having a little get together before everyone went their different paths of Christmas adventures. Often Keigo was left alone on Christmas with his parents being busy all the time, but this year Jirou would be the one to change that. Keigo had done so much for him that he wanted to repay him in some way. Maybe by the gesture would be welcomed, he had actually asked his mother a few days before and she had been ecstatic and hoped with all her heart that Keigo would accept the invitation.

"So when are we meeting today?" Yuushi asked everyone who looked around and the only one knowing the answer was Jirou who politely said:

"We are meeting there in two hours, at five. He will be convincing us to eating dinner over there, so I think those who have to talk with parents do it now before he comes."

With a short nod from Yuushi and Gakuto both of them fished out their phones and called their homes. Because even if you are old enough to take care of yourself it's absolutely necessary to let the one cooking for you know if you will be home for dinner. Jirou had already told his mother who came to the conclusion herself and just had said that he should enjoy it and have fun. And that was just what Jirou intended to do, they never shared gifts just spending time together and enjoying each others company. Jirou had noticed that Keigo wasn't as fond of the Christmas season as his other team mates, save for Oshitari that you never knew what he was thinking. Except for when the blue haired tensai of Hyotei was playing tennis because then he was fully focused on his game.

"Should we meet there or at the school?" Gakuto asked and looked at his team mates.

"Eh, I have no idea?" Choutaro sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with a grin.

"I think arriving together might be a good idea." Yuushi said and looked at Jirou with a smile.

"Mhm, I agree." The strawberry blonde nodded in agreement.

"I can't meet you… I have to get the last presents." Shishido sighed.

"Can I join you sempai?" Choutaro asked and the blue haired tensai turned to Jirou:

"Do you want a ride over to Keigo's?"

"I'd love that. Can we make a short stop at my house?" Jirou grinned as they waved good bye to the others and walked up to Yuushi's car.

"That is agreeable." Oshitari said and unlocked the car, Jirou and Yuushi had become very close friends over the last couple of weeks, since the morning over at Atobe's house when the heir himself looked… a little out of sorts.

"So what are you getting from home?" Yuushi asked with a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Clothes, in case of Keigo convincing me to stay over night...again…" Jirou smiled back, both men laughing.

"You have done that quite a few times haven't you?" Yuushi had noticed, from the first time when Jirou had stayed at the mansion over night. The shirt had been a give away, Jirou loved wearing Keigo's clothes, although the silver haired man was thinner but taller than him. They smelled nice, like Keigo.

Jirou wanted to get to the mansion as soon as they could, so when they arrived he told Yuushi that he would be quick and then they could go to Atobe's house.


Title: Merry Christmas.

Fandom: Prince of Tennis

Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.

Prompt: 61. Winter.

Word count: 447

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Party time.

Standard disclaimer applies.

24/100

"Merry Christmas everyone." Atobe said and raised his glass in a toast. Their dinner had been delicious, a real treat from the Atobe's head chef. Jirou had enjoyed it immensely, the company, the food and his conversations with Choutaro, Yuushi and Keigo himself. They had been talking about futures and Yuushi had decided to get his degree in psychology, the silver haired man was learning how to take over the Atobe empire and Jirou told them his dream about being a judge, and by that was why he had to start his carrier as a lawyer, if someone would hire him with his unique habits of sleep.

"I'd hire you if you did a good job while clocked in." Yuushi nodded and Atobe Keigo agreed with him.

"I want to be a professional violinist, but I need an education to fall back on." Choutaro said and joined their discussion.

"Maybe you should play with Yuushi sometime." Jirou suggested with a smug grin on his face.

"Sempai plays the violin to?" Choutaro looked strangely over at the blue haired tensai.

"Yes." Yuushi nodded in agreement and sent Jirou a glare.

"Can you play something for us sometime Oshitari-sempai?" Choutaro asked with a tingle of pink on his cheeks. Clearly he was embarrassed to ask Yuushi that question.

"Sometime I will. If you do." Yuushi smirked, he knew how to get to people without them knowing it.

Jirou was relaxed and content, he was going to walk the twenty minutes home from Atobe's mansion. The night had been a clear success. Yuushi had left early, his family were visiting relatives for the holidays and he had offered to drive Hiyoshi, Gakuto and Kabaji home. Jirou hummed a Christmas carol as he walked in the dim light of the street. It was agonisingly cold and the strawberry blonde shivered as a chilled breeze met his face. The warm, black coat he had wrapped around his body helped, but not as much as he wanted it to and the blue scarf was pulled up, covering his nose and mouth to be spared of some of the cold air.

He longed to be back home and in his warm bed, listening to music before falling asleep.

Jirou huffed out a puff of air that turned in to one of those kinds of little clouds to warm his hands inside the gloves he was wearing. Today was cold, no freezing. Jirou decided that once he got home he would take a warm shower, just to enjoy the reeling of warmth.

Jirou saw something in the corner of his eye. A shadow flew at him, his head hurt and the world around him darkened.