Title: Lessons
Section: Fanfiction
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Pointlessness; Unsatisfying ending
Pairing(s): Atobe x Fuji x Atobe
Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei.
Author's Notes: Lesson 2 really isn't my cup of tea. I'm sorry if anyone finds the ending unsatisfying; but I do want to illustrate the fact that not all disagreements can be solved with a kiss to make up for it. Ah hahahahaha. Someone's going to want to shoot me for this. Ahahahhaha.
Cohabitation was a brand new concept for both of them. For Atobe, it was an experience like no other. First and foremost, he valued his own personal space. He, like everyone else, had his own little habits and pet peeves. But he supposed, that if he wanted to have great impulse-driven sex with his boyfriend without having to drive the four miles to Fuji's apartment, then the logical solution would be to live together. Or he could forgo to sex part, take a cold shower, and live with it.
Hah. As if. An Atobe always got what he wanted.
When Atobe broached the subject, Fuji had an odd expression on his face. It was something akin to apprehension, something Atobe couldn't understand. But he refused to dwell on it, and once Fuji had converted his apprehension to mild enthusiasm, Atobe forgot all about Fuji's reaction.
Finding a home wasn't difficult. In the speed Atobe took to snap his fingers, his personal assistant had several real estate agents ready with brochures and glossy pictures. All the while Atobe described what he wanted over the phone, Fuji had watched with his eyes wide open.
That night, Atobe had excitedly presented a dazzling selection of their possible future homes. Fuji had looked on uninterestedly. With his elbow perched against the coffee table and his palm holding his chin, he had toyed with the brochures, and was only half listening to what Atobe was saying.
Atobe, being Atobe, soon got annoyed.
"Look, if you're not interested at all, then we shouldn't do this." His tone was curt and sarcastic, and there was the barest hint of impatience in his features.
Fuji, being Fuji, wasted no time in getting back at Atobe.
"That's fine." He pushed himself up. "See yourself out. Good night." As he turned to go Atobe found himself getting plain pissed off, and without thinking, he grabbed Fuji's arm.
"Syusuke, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Fuji stared at him for approximately five seconds, then decided to face his boyfriend, at the same time shrugging off the tight grip on his arm.
"I'll tell you what's wrong. What's wrong is that you alone have decided on what house we'll live in, when just yesterday, may I remind you, JUST YESTERDAY that you told me that we should live together. Just like it's your decision to do everything else." Fuji crossed his arms, just as Atobe decided to interrupt.
"And then you go on and on on something that we're supposed to share! We're in a relationship, Keigo, I hope you noticed that." As Fuji went on, he gradually lost steam.
Suddenly he felt stupid. Suddenly he had a vision of both of them happily discussing their future plans together, sitting bunched against each other looking at extravagant glossy photos of spiffed-up houses.
Suddenly, just suddenly – he wanted that to happen.
"I'm sorry." Fuji opened his eyes. And he walked forward. Despite Atobe's stiff posture, Fuji hugged him tightly.
Moments passed before Atobe finally relented.
"Yeah, I am too. Let's save this discussion for tomorrow." He whispered.
And they left the room.