Unrequited: Part Four

Atobe gritted his teeth.

Jirou was sleeping again.

Atobe usually didn't mind Jirou falling asleep randomly. Even though it was rather troublesome to keep having Kabaji pick – wake him up, Jirou's narcoleptic habits were - even though Atobe hated to admit it to himself, much less any one else – pretty damn cute.

But really, did he have to choose Oshitari's lap all the time?

Atobe could feel his eyebrow twitch as he decidedly turned his back to the sight of Jirou snoring on Oshitari's lap, the latter comfortably resting against a tree outside the courts at the far end.

"Hurry up!" he barked at the non-regulars who were running laps under his watch.

He was sure it wasn't just his imagination that Jirou had been dropping off at Oshitari's various body parts quite frequently these days.

In fact, he'd made a beeline for Oshitari almost as soon as practice –

Atobe shook his head quickly to try to clear all thoughts of Jirou and Oshitari doing…anything. It wasn't his problem. So what if Jirou preferred sleeping on Oshitari? (On, mind you. Not with.) It was his loss. It had nothing to do with Atobe. Although Atobe was sure that his lap was surely far more comfortable than Oshitari's stick limbs.

"Atobe, are you alright? Your face is kind of flushed even though you're just standing there-"

"Go get a water break!" he barked at the person who had dared interrupt his train of thought. Which turned out to be Taki, of all people. Taki looked surprised, but did not press the issue and simply left.

Atobe stole a glance at Oshitari and Jirou again.

Good, Mukahi is there. Oshitari won't do anything with his wife around – what the hell?

"20 more laps!" he barked at the non-regulars who looked as if they were almost done.

I have better things to do than be bothered by such trivial things.

Besides, I don't give a damn about Jirou.

Nope. Not at all.

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Oshitari smiled serenely at Mukahi, who was gritting his teeth.

Three….two….one….

"Really, Yuushi!" Mukahi whined. "He's been sleeping on your lap all week! There're a million other laps, not to mention places, where he can sleep!"

Oshitari just grinned and patted Jirou's head. "Let him be. He just needs somewhere to rest."

"Not your lap, he doesn't! And you encourage him!" And that's my place! Mukahi mentally screamed.

"Oh, be a little generous, Gakuto. He doesn't mean anything by it. He's harmless." Oshitari could not help but be amused at his Gakuto's jealousy.

"Why doesn't he sleep on Atobe?" Mukahi persisted. "He adores Atobe."

Oshitari shrugged. "I don't know, why doesn't he?"

Jirou suddenly shifted in his sleep, now lying on his side facing away from Oshitari, causing the doubles pair to look at him.

"Don't…wanna….be….rejected…" Jirou mumbled, loud enough for Mukahi to hear.

"Got your answer." Oshitari commented.

Mukahi's angry expression softened, and he merely turned and walked away, no longer demanding the orange-haired boy to give up his Yuushi's lap.

Oshitari chuckled softly to himself, and added yet another reason as to why he loved his Gakuto.

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"10 laps for taking too long!" Atobe barked at poor Taki, who glared imperceptibly at the Hyoutei buchou before he went.

Nope. I don't care if Mukahi leaves them both alone. Don't care at all.

owari

A/N: Was inspired by Shiwase No Uta. My mind works in mysterious ways.

This isn't my usual love-triangle-unrequitedness. It's…two-way? Umm…I'm not really sure about the technicalities.

Thought that this might be the last one, but I can sense some St. Rudolph unrequited love in the air. Though I haven't even figured out who. Ideas are very welcome.

Right- I also want to thank Risa-chan for reviewing this fic, and Kunai for reviewing Promises, and the Dark.