Chapter 4:

Mizuka gasped awake and sat bolt up straight panting. She didn't know what was a dream and what was reality. Everything had come back to her. She remembered everything. She took a deep breath but that didn't seem to calm her rapidly beating heart. Keigo. Where was he? She had to see him. She was just getting out of bed when a nurse pulled open the curtain that surrounded each infirmary bed.
"Please, get back into bed. I will have the doctor come check up on you."
"But, I feel fine!"
Just she said that, a drop of blood dripped from her nose.
"Please, get back into bed." The nurse repeated, putting his hands on his hips.
"It's just a nose bleed!" Mizuka used her sleeve to block more blood from coming out.
When the nurse remained where he was, she scooted back into bed and glared at him. Just when he left, Mizuka jumped out of bed and dashed for the door.
"Hey!"
"I'm fine!" She called back to him as she ran out the door.
She was running down the hallway when she realized she actually didn't know where she was going. She passed many tennis players and decided to stop one who gave her a surprised look. "Do you know Atobe Keigo?"
"Uh.." He blushed.
Why the heck was he blushing? "Well, do you know him or not?"
"I-I think so."
"Do you know where he is?"
"I think he has a shuffle match against Court 3."
"Court 3 already?!" She said more to herself. "But I thought Oni didn't do shuffle matches." She looked back at him and said her thanks before running toward the courts.
She was out the doors, surprised to find it snowing and chilly, only to bump into Mizuki. "Mizuka!" He exclaimed. "I heard you got your memories back."
"Yes, I was just looking for Atobe."
His looked at her sympathetically. "You do remember what I told you about him, don't you?"
She opened her mouth to say something but didn't know what to say. Her eyes slid behind him to the bunch of tennis players gathered at a court and she could just make out Atobe and Irie going at each other. "I need to talk to him." She made to go but he stepped in her way.
"Think about what I said, Mizuka. It's not good to be with someone like that. You don't know what he's done when you-"
And just then, Atobe screamed out his promise and she looked at the court to see him smash into the wall. She gasped, hands flying up to cover her mouth. She couldn't breathe. She ran past Mizuki and got to the court and leaned over the bar as the referee along with some tennis players went to check up on Atobe.
"Mizuka?" Shiraishi turned to look at her when she got there, Kirihara looking over and echoing her name. "What...I heard you got your memories back. Do you remember me?"
"If I got my memories back, of course I remember you," she replied, not taking her eyes off Atobe as they carried him off the court.
"But, Mizuka." When he didn't say anything, she looked at him to see his eyes full of sympathy. "Tezuka just left."

Atobe's head hurt. He kept his eyes closed as he took in shallow breaths. The cold temperature was comfortable after such a long match with that irritating Irie. The wind was gently blowing his hair. Or someone was playing with it...Someone was definitely playing with it. He peaked his eyes open to see the snow drifting slowly from the grey clouds. He turned over, wanting to ask why they were creepily playing with his hair to find that Mizuka was the culprit. She was sitting on the ground, her elbow on the bench and her hand stretched out at him. He froze when her hand moved to his face, wiping at something on his cheek with her thumb.
"Keigo," she said softly, her eyes glowing.
He blinked. "Who are you?"
The smile disappeared from her face and she pulled her hand away, looking horrified. He burst out laughing, causing Shiraishi and Kirihara to look back at them. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," he grinned.
He sat up and beckoned for her to sit beside him but he didn't expect for her to bulldoze into him. "Keigo!" Her voice was shaking and when she looked at him her eyes were misty. "Keigo, I remember everything."
It was like a weight had been lifted off him at those words. He cupped her cheek with his hand, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip as he gazed into her brown eyes. She didn't have the odd look in her eyes anymore. She looked at him so lovingly-
"Atobe!" The trance was broken when Shiraishi called him. "Watch the match." His eyes were urgent, trying to send him a message while Kirihara was staring at them innocently.
"Keigo.." Mizuka said a little breathlessly.
"We'll continue later," Atobe said.
She blushed at his hidden promise and he put his arm around her as she leaned her head on his shoulder. His eyes strayed from the court as he saw many of the other players staring at them, or more specifically at Mizuka. He hugged her closer and she took his free hand in both of hers and he couldn't help chuckling softly as they watched Oni obliterate his opponent.

Oni finished his match without letting his opponent score a single point. That guy really was a monster. He was stalking up the stairs and when he saw Mizuka with Atobe, it was like a thundercloud went over his face. Oni looked furious. He stalked over to them and crossed his arms, looking down his nose at the both of them. Atobe couldn't help a grin. "Congratulations, Oni. You didn't even break a sweat." He loved bothering the big guy as Oni's eyes narrowed. He knew Oni was actually a big softie on the inside since he did seem to truly care a lot about Mizuka which Atobe appreciated.
"Go back to your room," Oni enunciated each word slowly and quietly with his deep voice. Mizuka stared back at him looking defiant and Oni took a deep breath. "Please."
Mizuka pouted and Atobe reluctantly let go of her hand as she got up to leave.
"Go with her and hurry back." Oni ordered Shiraishi who seemed to take the hint not to object.

After the long discussions about the matches and the next matches they were going to have, they had to go back to training. By the time they finished, it was already night time and Atobe rushed through bathing and showering. Oni surprisingly came up to him and told him the secret knocking code without him having to ask. He thanked him gratefully before heading to Mizuka's room. His heart...He wasn't going to have another panic attack, was he? He felt like the sound was getting blocked out of his ears with each step he took closer to the door. Closer to Mizuka. Room 219. He rapped the signaled knock and waited. His chest tight. It felt like a long while before she opened the door when it was actually seconds. He stepped in the room and took her arm, pulling her in for a kiss. It was a kiss of a lifetime. He needed it. It had been so long since they had kissed. A moan escaped out of him, and her as well and he knew she missed him too. He was breathing heavily, pushing her toward the bed and carefully laying her down on it. He was bombarding her with kisses, leaving her lips to kiss along her jawline and to her neck, making her head arch back, her moans escaping her lips. His hand was playing with her hair while his other was grasped tightly with hers. He stopped and looked at her, her eyes glossy, her breath coming out in gasps. Her hand reached up to his face and he leaned into her palm and kissed it.
"I missed you, Keigo."
He was overcome with emotions and he kissed her fiercely, his lips coming down hard on hers, his tongue going through her lips to play with hers. Gods, he missed her and he was never ever going to let her go again.

There was a thrum of tension as Oshitari entered the bathing house. He had just finished his training and he found Shiraishi and Kirihara soaking in a tub along with other members of the now Court 3. Many other players were entering as well so he quickly went and joined Shiraishi and Kirihara, sliding into the tub with them. "Where is Atobe?"
"He's with Mizuka," Shiraishi replied absently, his eyes closed and his elbows leaned back onto the edge of the tub.
"You should've seen how fast he showered," Kirihara said.
Shiraishi opened his eyes and looked at the younger tennis player. "You would be like that too if the love of your life suddenly remembered you."
"I guess so," Kirihara blushed.
Oshitari sighed. There were rumors that a beautiful girl was running around looking for The Atobe Keigo. He wondered why they were saying his name like that. The words beautiful girl were also followed by slut and whore and he wondered if Atobe had heard those rumors already.
"What are you thinking about, Hyotei's Tensai?" Shiraishi drawled.
"What do you mean?"
"You have that same look Kenya gets when something is troubling him."
Oshitari studied the Captain of the Shitenhoji team and believed that he could trust him. He never heard anything bad about him and Kenya always spoke highly of him. Kirihara on the other hand was a little on the clueless side as he looked at Oshitari with wide innocent eyes. He was still considered the baby of the Rikkai Dai team. He also noticed that it got unusually quiet. He looked around and noticed Fuji staring at him from another tub, Kikumaru talking brainlessly beside him. "It's nothing."

Mizuka woke up before she opened her eyes. Strong arms were wrapped around her naked body under the blanket. She opened her eyes to see specks of light that were shining through the window by the moon. She glanced at the clock to see that it was 3:00 AM. Only three hours before training started. Atobe had pleasured her so much last night her brain and body felt numb. They didn't have sex though. Atobe only used his hands and mouth to pleasure her everywhere. He had started with her mouth and then he had stripped her and moved down, lower and lower. She had to bite onto her blanket to prevent herself from moaning out loud. It made her face heat up just thinking about it.
She spotted the plate of food she had been eating before Atobe had knocked on the door. It should go in the fridge or it would rot. She made to sit up but the arms quickly pulled her back against the warm body beside hers. She turned to look at Atobe gazing sleepily at her.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to put the food in the fridge."
"I'm not letting you leave my side tonight."
His eyes grew hungry with that statement as he began to kiss her again, moving on top of her.
"I don't...think..we should.." Mizuka said in between his kisses but his lips didn't leave hers after that.
His hand slid ever so slowly and teasingly from her face, tracing her jawline, down her neck, onto her breast to give it a firm squeeze before pinching her nipple. A moan escaped from her at that as her pussy ached and tightened, selfishly wanting pleasure as her hips moved up. Atobe slid his kiss to her ear and he did a soft low chuckle as he moved his hand down and traced little circles in between her thighs. "Keigo.." He hummed a reply as he looked down at her teasingly. Her pussy was aching so much, her breath was getting harder to control as she was so focused on his fingers that were travelling closer and closer to her pussy. "Keigo, please..."
"What do you want, Mizuka?"
Why was it so enticing when he teased her? "I want you to fuck me.." He tilted his head and she licked her lips. "Please." He always wanted her to beg him. Always.
He did a sigh. "Sadly, I can't do that."
She couldn't help a whimper. "Why?"
"Because you're too loud."
Her eyes widened at his blunt answer.
"But, I can pleasure you," he gave her a knowing look and winked. "in other ways." His husky voice sent chills down her spine as he slipped a finger into her already wet pussy. Her soft moan was cut short when he kissed her. She was moaning into his lips as his finger was digging deep into her, her hips moving up instinctively, her hand on his arm pulling him closer, her other hand through his hair. It wasn't enough. She needed more. And as if he knew what she was thinking, he slipped another finger in and she moaned louder against his lips. And he stopped, his fingers just stayed in there, teasingly, her pussy tightening on them. He looked at her, licking his lips. "Mizuka, you have to be quiet."
"I can't help it," she panted out.
She gasped when he pulled his fingers out only to moan when he massaged her clit with his wet fingers. "Cover your mouth, love," Atobe ordered and she obediently took the blanket and muffled herself, trying her best to suppress her moans as he kissed her chest, moving them to her breast and sucking on her nipple. Her mind was going blank again as he moved lower, going in between her legs, kissing his way down her stomach. It always embarrassed her for what he was about to do. She didn't know why, even though he had done it so many times. Her legs were shaking as he slowly kissed the insides of her thighs, getting slowly closer to her clit.
"Kei-Ah!" She pressed her hands onto the blanket over her mouth as he gave her clit a long lick. He teased her pussy with a few short licks before going back to abuse her clit. Her hips kept going up, her back kept arching, she kept moaning, her mind went blank. She came when he thrust two fingers deep into her while continuing to lick her clit. She came again when he continued to play with her G-spot. She was cumming so many times her legs were shaking and sore from tensing so much. His lips were so soft as he devoured her clit and moved his hand up to grasp her breast and pink her nipple.

"Mizuka."
Her arms were around his neck as she hugged him closer, pressing her lips to his. They were standing by the door and he was just giving her a goodbye kiss but it turned into a make out session.
"Mizuka, I have to go." Even though he said that, his hand stayed behind her head, his other wrapped comfortably around her before he gave a sigh and slowly released her. "You're going to make me late."
"But you're early."
It was only 5:30 AM. Half an hour before training started.
"I know but I have to go back to my room. My roommates are going to ask questions," he said but pondered on that thought for a moment. "Well, they're all idiots so I'm not so sure." But he shook his head. "Love, I'll see you tonight." He kissed her again. His eyes bore into hers. She knew she had to let him go so she reluctantly di so. The warmth of his body subsiding.
"See you soon?"
He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "See you soon."