Tezuka couldn't help the smile that lit up his face as he exited Narita Airport. After two years of training and hard work he had finally cracked the ATP rankings. He was currently at no. 36 and his recurring shoulder pain had made his doctor decide to withdraw him from the French Open and take the next two months off in Japan. His parents would be following him from Germany later but for now, he was just happy to be back.

He wondered how everyone else was faring. He had kept in contact with Inui and Oishi who kept him updated on the goings on. Inui had entered a prestigious university based on science while Fuji had gotten into a university for photography and art. Oishi had already begun his studies to be a doctor while Kikumaru had skipped university and gone straight to work as an assistant fitness trainer. His motivational attitude was certainly an asset in that department.

Echizen still hadn't graduated high school so he could go pro but Momoshiro had begun training to be a player on Japan's Davis Cup team. Kaidoh had gone for the same thing but he was currently on the Challengers Tour. Tezuka was happy for all of them but the main person he had really wanted to know about was the person Inui had the scarcest details on.

Tezuka couldn't be angry at Inui for faltering in his data gathering skills. After all, Inui had to be more busy now than before and Tezuka didn't really want to disturb him any more. He entered a taxi and then gave the driver his address. As the taxi rolled onto the main road, Tezuka thought he saw a flash of yellow and black of another taxi and was forcibly reminded of Sanada.

"I wonder if he still plays tennis" Tezuka said to himself.

"Are you a tennis player yourself, son?" The taxi driver asked from the front of the car.

"Yes I am" Tezuka replied politely.

"My little kid just loves tennis. He's in Seishun Gakuen which has really picked up in the tennis scene"

The taxi driver rambled on and on while Tezuka kept on nodding along while inserting his own comments here and there.

"And then there's that Sanada guy. I'd say he was a little too harsh on the kids but he does get results"

"Sanada?" Tezuka's heart began pounding.

"Sanada Genichirou. He was a champion himself in high school and he works as a trainer part time for tennis teams. He comes to Seishun from time to time. My little kid says everyone hates him but he really does help them out" The taxi driver replied.

Tezuka lapsed back into his mind, his thoughts whirling. Sanada, a trainer for Seishun? The last he had heard Sanada was now in university. Had something happened to him? Tezuka was dropped off at his home and he rushed to call Inui.


Atobe breathed in the sweet smell of incense as he entered the dojo. It was Saturday morning and Atobe knew that Sanada would be here somewhere. He found Sanada kneeling in front of a upright stone tablet and then recognised the name on the tablet. Sanada's grandfather had passed away recently in his sleep and it had hit Sanada hard. Sanada had been like a ghost for the past few weeks but now Atobe was relieved that he was slowly moving on from his grandfather's death.

Atobe stepped forward and placed his arms around Sanada's broad shoulders. Sanada had grown even more taller, if that was possible and now stood at a height of six foot one. Atobe stayed at the same five foot eleven like always. Sanada leaned back into the embrace and Atobe realised that Sanada was crying.

"He's very proud of you. He's watching up from heaven" Atobe said brushing the tears away.

"It's been five months but it still hurts" Sanada said.

"It will hurt but the pain will lessen in time. I've lost my mother so I know how much it hurts" Atobe replied.

Sanada sniffed and Atobe offered him a handkerchief which he messily blew his nose into. Atobe stroked his bluntly hair like one would do to a kitten. He leaned up and pressed a kiss against Sanada's cheek before helping him up.

"Your mother has made breakfast. Let's go" Atobe said.

Sanada took his hand and they both walked hand in hand out of the dojo.


"Yuuta!"

Yuuta yelped in shock as Yukimura tackled him making the soapy sponge fall onto the floor and the plate fell into the sink noisily.

"Seiichi, don't do that!" Yuuta squirmed like a fish but Yukimura refused to let him go.

"Thank you for last night, Yuuta. It was the best birthday I've ever had. You don't regret it right?" Yukimura stared into Yuuta's eyes with worry.

"I don't regret it. I lost my virginity to the person I love the most in the world. Do you regret it?" Yuuta countered.

"Of course not. I love you and I'm happy we waited until we were both ready" Yukimura replied.

"You're doing the dishes then" Yuuta ducked out of his arms and walked out the kitchen.

"Yuuta!" Yukimura whined.

"I'm still sore. I'm going to take a bath" Yuuta said loudly.

"Can I come with you?" Yukimura smiled cheekily.

"Better luck next time" Yuuta rushed upstairs.

As he filled the bath tub with water, he reminisced over the last two years. They had finished high school and Yuuta had skipped university in favour of training for the Davis Cup team while Yukimura abandoned tennis for Japanese art. He was currently an assistant mangaka for another famous manga author. They had moved in together during New Years and so far everything had been perfect.


"Finally done!" Yanagi said heaving the last box of books.

"How many books does the literature department have?" Oshitari Yuushi complained, stretching.

"I suppose if its called a literature department then a lot of books" Yanagi replied.

"I suppose I won't need to hit the gym this week" Yuushi said.

"Not that you need to" Yanagi stared unabashedly at Oshitari's toned chest and arms that he was showing off while wearing a tank top.

"Not here. You know our deal" Oshitari said.

"I know"

Yanagi sighed as he heaved another box up the stairs. After moving to Tokyo, Yagyuu had officially called their friends with benefits relationship quits. Yanagi had found Oshitari Yuushi who was what people called a closeted gay who didn't want anyone to know about him. To Yanagi, there was no point in waiting for love so why don't grab Oshitari? He was definitely sexy and great in bed. It was a win win.

Yukimura and Sanada had disapproved Yanagi from doing this to himself because they knew it was detrimental to his emotional health but Yanagi refused to listen. What did they know? They had their amazing lovers and cute relationships. He didn't have anyone so he didn't understand what was so wrong about finding someone to fulfil your needs.

"Yanagi, stop daydreaming!" Yuushi called from the literature office.

"Coming!"


"Senpai!" Kirihara waved enthusiastically from the gates of the university.

Yanagi smiled and then waved back. Oshitari nudged him as Kirihara blushed and then looked down at the ground.

"Does he know that practically everyone knows about his crush on you?" Yuushi asked.

"No. He's innocent like that" Yanagi replied.

"Innocent? That kid's the demon of the Davis Cup team and you're saying he's like a flower" Oshitari said.

"Well he is innocent, cute, childish and funny. There's nothing wrong with that" Yanagi said.

"You sound like you like him, Renji"

"Senpai, hurry up! We'll miss the bus!" Kirihara called out.

"What do you mean by that, Yuushi?" Yanagi asked ignoring Kirihara's calls.

"The way you talk about him says it all. You like the little demon. You should stop blinding yourself with me and just go after him" Oshitari replied.

"Senpai!"

"I don't like him that way. He's my kouhai from Rikkaidai. That's all" Yanagi said.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night" Yuushi said.

"I don't feel that way for him!"

"Senpai!"

"The more you say it, the more I can hear the lie in your voice. Face it, Yanagi. You love the little guy"

Yanagi turned and then faced Kirihara who was waving away. His green eyes were shining brightly and his cheeks were bright pink. Yanagi couldn't help thinking how cute the little demon looked and then his eyes widened. Oshitari was right.

"Oh shit"

Oshitari smirked so wide, his face could have split apart.