A/N: I know it's a little too late to include a prologue but… hehe, couldn't help it.

Pairing: Fuji x Tezuka.

Rating: At the moment, it's G. But rating goes up as more chapters go along.

Disclaimer: Sigh... tell you what, if this belongs to me, those two simple-minded boys… erm... I mean, Fuji and Tezuka wouldn't just be playing tennis…

Note: Fuji could be seme as well as Tezuka. It depends on my mood.

"Perfect! That was absolutely perfect!" The teacher clapped her hands. "Right, rehearsal dismissed! Come back tomorrow!" she called after the students that were already on their feet as they ran out of the auditorium.

He sighed as he walked off the stage. Several of his classmates were praising him, telling him just how good he was at acting, saying that he was going to pass with flying colours, despite this being his first play that he'd be evaluated in.

He smirked to himself as he walked along the dark corridors that led to the changing rooms. Of course he'd pass; he wouldn't be a genius for nothing now, could he? He opened his eyes just a fraction to look down at himself – dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt that with the first two buttons open, a brown jacket and black slacks. Needless to say, it's something Fuji wouldn't wear but for the sake of drama, what could he do?

He pushed open the door to the dressing room, grabbed his backpack and quickly changed out of his costume. Gripping his textbook in one hand and his schedule in the other, he made his way to his next class.

And as he turned a corner –

"Oophmm-"

He collided with something solid but no, it wasn't a wall. This was warm and although it's solid, it's soft as well.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he dropped to his knees without looking up at who he had collided into and collected his book and schedule as well as several music scores that fell out of the textbook. He wasn't even aware that he'd kept his scores there.

"Fuji," a hand landed on the round of his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

He lifted his head up and recognised that face in an instant. "Tezuka?"

A small smile; and those hands were on his arms immediately, helping him to his feet. "I'm sorry for that." Tezuka peered at Fuji closer, studying the fair boy as Fuji stooped down once again to pick up his remaining page of music scores, a slight pink dusting Fuji's cheeks. He noted the dark bags under Fuji's eyes and the small mouth drawn in a tight line. "Fuji, have you been sleeping right?"

Fuji straightened himself again as he shuffled his scores together before slipping them into his textbook once more. He cocked his head to one side as soon as he heard Tezuka's question. "Of course I've been sleeping. Why'd you asked that question?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Do you still think it's your responsibility to take care of people? Tezuka, you're not the captain anymore. You don't have to worry about other people anymore."

He lifted his shoulders slightly and lowered them again as he looked at the top of Fuji's head. After all these years, Fuji still hadn't grown much; he was still that small little boy that Tezuka had gotten to know better since they were in elementary school together. "I know, Fuji, but I can't help it. Your upcoming drama and the sculpting business in your art class–" His hands were going around in circles, as if trying to emphasise or to explain something – he didn't know which.

"How'd you know?"

Tezuka shrugged again. "Through Eiji."

Fuji let out a small laugh. "Eiji – you can expect him to spread the news around. But he seems so quiet in art class, I barely notice him." A frown found its way to Fuji's face. "Is there a problem between him and Oishi?"

Tezuka turned to go away as he realised he was already late for his class. "See you later." And with a tight nod, he walked away.

Fuji watched the back of Tezuka as the other youth turned another corner and disappeared from his sight. He sighed as he made his way slowly to his music class. Somehow, the thought of sitting on a piano stool or with a violin tucked under his chin for the next two hours didn't seemed all that appealing. His mind kept drifting back to the taller teen as he walked along the corridors that seemed to be emptying as students scrambled to their own classes.

Tezuka – he'd missed the times he spent with Tezuka. He missed those days that he spent with Tezuka, those endless practices before and after each and every important tennis tournaments. It was Tezuka who worked so hard so that their school would be first-seeded, even in the Kanto division.

And most surprising of all, he's missed those eyes. Lately, he'd realised just how deep Tezuka's eyes were; their colour such a deep brown, even Fuji who took art classes couldn't simply describe the colour of Tezuka's eyes.

The class immediately shuffled accordingly when the teacher told them that they were to perform Sin Medida. And the maestro would be there to evaluate the whole class. If they're good, they might just have that small chance they'll be recommended to a famous university of performing arts to study musicology.

Frankly, he didn't give a damn. Fuji sighed as he opened the violin case that was passed to him, seeing as he'd forgotten to bring his violin along. He'd known this song by heart – it was scary. A song with a Spanish title that literally translated as "without measure" really was without measure. This was a song that seemed endless, a very cantabile type of music, sure, but it was also a song where it's nothing but imitations and slurs and just plain sharp notes. The same verse repeated itself so much it was like that Macarena song.

Surely music wouldn't be that boring, right? Right.

If it were, Fuji would've just offer to play something more interesting on the piano – a solo performance that would definitely get him a scholarship to the famous Liverpool's Institute of Performing Arts. He wouldn't be known as a genius for nothing.