Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama does not belong to me…sigh.

Notes: Yay! Finally got over writer's block, but this chapter was kinda hurried, so any feedback would be welcome, somehow, the first chapter after writer's block is always the worst one of all…

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It was a foggy sort of day, the kind that you could never get voluntarily out of bed to face, especially if it was raining, and even more especially if you were warmly curled up in bed. Fuji smiled at the sleeping face beside him, "Kunimitsu."

Tezuka stirred and opened his eyes, "…Good morning." He managed to say after stifling a yawn, reaching for his glasses.

"Ne, you know this is the first time I've actually seen you yawn?" Fuji pulled the blanket over his shoulders, "You look adorable."

Tezuka's attempt to glare at him merely resulted in an eye twitch. "You were snoring last night."

"Aa, I do that sometimes, sorry I didn't warn you." The tensai shrugged indifferently, "Did you sleep well?"

"…Hn."

Fuji had known Tezuka long and well enough to figure out that "Hn" usually meant yes, to anything he asked, at least"I'm glad."

They lapsed into silence, but it was a good silence, you could leave it alone without making it awkward. Only the splattering of rain outside could be heard. Fuji played with the silken folds of Tezuka's yukata. That was another thing; he didn't know that his buchou/boyfriend slept in a yukata to sleep. But then, it didn't really surprise him much.

It was Tezuka who broke the silence, "Did you sleep well?"

"…You were warm." Was what Fuji chose to offer as a reply.

"That's…good."

"Aa."

A knock on the door interrupted them, "Hoi, hoi, Fuji! Tezuka! What're you two doing in there? Everyone else is already at breakfast, nya!"

Fuji eased himself from the bed and unlatched the door, "Aa, gomen, Eiji, we, eh…"

The overly hyperactive acrobatics expert bounded into the room, "Ah ha!"

"Kikumaru?" Tezuka looked up from fiddling with some dials on his watch.

"Everyone was wondering what you wore to bed, nya! Now the mystery is solved! Tezuka-buchou wears a yukata!" Kikumaru looked extremely pleased with himself.

"What did they think Tezuka wore to sleep, Eiji?" Fuji looked amused, he was careful to refrain from calling Tezuka 'Kunimitsu' in the presence of other people. He knew Tezuka wouldn't approve.

"Well, Inui guessed he didn't change at all, Oishi guessed he wore some kind of pajamas, and Momo guessed he wore underwear!" Kikumaru giggled to himself, "I can't believe Momo actually thought that…"

Fuji choked, but managed to contain himself, "Now, isn't that interesting?"

"…Twenty laps around the…" Tezuka appeared to be searching for a word; the hotel tennis courts required extra charge, "…Block. Thirty for Momoshiro."

"Hoi! Okay, then, I'll tell everyone that!" Kikumaru ran out of the room. "Poor Momo."

"Thirty?" Fuji closed the door and crawled back next to Tezuka under the covers, "Isn't that a little harsh? And it is around the block, you know, not the courts."

Tezuka brushed a light strand of hair away from his eyes, "For all I know, we're graduating and I won't have a chance to order laps for a while, so…" his lips twisted into a thin lopsided grin, one that only Fuji was allowed to see.

Fuji slapped him playfully on the arm, "Naughty boy, Kunimitsu."

"We should go down to breakfast."

That was one of the rare occasions that Fuji Syusuke actually enjoyed rain. The other times, he hated the way that the rain made everything wet and muddy. The former tensai of Seishun Gakuen leaned back on his elbows, listening to the soft drips of the raindrops. He licked his lips and tasted salt, but he couldn't tell whether it was rain, or tears.

"Aniki? What're you doing out here in the rain?" the patio lantern flickered and a lithe figure appeared next to him.

"Yuuta?" Fuji got hastily to his feet, "Is that you?"

"Of course it's me." Yuuta sounded irritated, "Who else would it be?"

"Aren't you supposed to meet with whathisname tonight?" Fuji asked, attempting to shift the subject.

"Mizuki-san's out of town, I told you that, you just weren't listening." Yuuta dismissed the question with a careless wave, "Stop avoiding the question, aniki."

He shrugged, careful to keep his face away from his younger brother. "I'm just…out here, no reason. The rain is refreshing."

Too late, "Aniki…" Yuuta's next words came out haltingly, "…were you…crying?"

"…No."

"Then why're your eyes all red?" Yuuta asked plaintively, then, probably against his better judgment, added in a rush, "Was it Tezuka-san?"

Fuji stiffened, "Why do you say that?" he had taken extra measures to hide from his younger brother, the finer points of his love life, not that Yuuta particularly cared, but…

"You once said," Yuuta took a deep breath and replied, "That he makes you happy." He looked down at his shoes, as if the answers were written there, "If he can make you happy, he can make you sad too, that's just how it is. You laugh more with him, anyhow."

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Tezuka and Inui had somehow reached an unspoken understanding that the events of the night before (cough phone call cough) were not to be mentioned again. But Inui could not resist asking, "Ne, Tezuka, are you ever going to open your presents?"

Tezuka calmly reached for the Arts section of the morning newspaper, "You may open them, if you're so curious."

"Don't mind if I do, then." Inui picked up the first package, wrapped in plain blue wrapping paper, about the size of a pocket-sized dictionary. "This first one's from Kikumaru." A pause, filled by the rustling of tape and paper "He gave you a pin."

"A pin." Tezuka repeated, "Of what?"

"A smiley face on tennis ball," Inui answered readily as he opened the card, "And the card reads 'Tezuka, Happy Birthday, nya! You should smile more!'"

If the circumstances were otherwise, Tezuka might've found the message amusing, "…Hn." He turned back to the paper.

"Okay." Inui reached for the second gift, "I think this one's from Kawamura." The data specialist announced after a moment's thought. "He gave you a…" another pause, "Cookbook, titled Kyoto Delicacies."

"You should read it, and make something edible." Tezuka countered swiftly.

Inui still seemed unfazed as he tossed the cookbook aside, "Okay, now the next one's from Oishi, you got a three-paged letter, and a…calendar, it's got a different type of fish for every month."

"Aren't you going to read the letter?" His presents were certainly interesting; the regulars hadn't lost their touch, after all.

"I did." Inui adjusted his glasses, "It's your typical 'do you remember when…' letter. Given your current situation, you're probably going to skim it, and then throw it away, then sulk, 84 percent, according to my calculations. "

Tezuka twitched, "I don't sulk."

Inui ignored him completely, "Echizen gave you a cap with a 'T' on it, the card says 'happy birthday, buchou, mada mada dane.'"

He could think of no comment to that, so Tezuka tactfully changed the subject, "Don't you have class today?"

His roommate smirked, and countered the question smugly with his own, "Don't you have a date with Kajimoto-kun today?"

If Tezuka was still the tennis captain of Seigaku, Inui had just earned himself no less than 200 laps around the courts for that comment, but, as he was not, Tezuka could only glare.