Title: Lessons
Section: Fanfiction
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Light Angst; Pointlessness
Pairing(s): Atobe x Fuji x Atobe
Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei.
Author's Notes: Lesson 3 proved to be a long story cut extremely short; and I'm glad I cut it short. Actually, Lesson 3 actually turned out to be written before Lesson 2, which is so odd.
Atobe and Fuji were immensely excited. They would be going on a trip to buy their new bed soon – a bed they would both share. To them, it was a huge step forward. Even though Atobe had often stayed over and Fuji's and vice versa, there was nothing like the magic of shopping for a new bed (which they would share!) in their new house (which they would also share!). Needless to say, they were in high spirits that afternoon when they went out.
They returned four hours later, one in a pissy mood, wanting to throw a hissy fit, and the other, thoroughly amused with the entire shopping experience, and there was their bed in a delivering truck behind them.
As Fuji reflected what had happened that afternoon, he chuckled softly. That earned him a hostile glare from Atobe, who was in the midst of arrogantly supervising the process of the deliverymen moving the bed into the bedroom.
But what they hadn't anticipated was that the bed, whether its width or height, was far too big for the entryway to the bedroom.
"I don't care how you do it. Get the bed," Atobe pointed to the bed, then the door, "Into the bedroom. I pay for this bed and delivering service for a reason." Atobe shook his head, irritated.
"Sir, that's just not possible. The doorframe …" One of the men panted, while looking apologetic. "… Is just too small."
Atobe was incensed.
"What's that? Are you saying that my house is small? I don't care if the doorframe is too small; what matters is that you get the bed in!"
"Sir!" The other man said, as he gestured for the other to put the bed down on the ground.
"I don't care -" Atobe started, but was silenced by Fuji's sudden interruption.
"Ah, I see. Why not you place the bed right here?" Fuji pointed to the floor. "Thank you very much."
"Syusuke- " Atobe stared at his boyfriend. "We just can't leave the bed here!" Fuji placed a placating arm on Atobe's. Atobe's eyebrow shot up into his hairline, but he kept his silence. When the deliverymen left, with an apologetic yet thankful look directed at Fuji, Atobe threw his hands up in a dramatic way, and said,
"That's it. I'm getting futons."
Fuji just chuckled.