Ryoma blinked, rubbed his eyes and stared again.

'No... this is so not happening...' he thought, yet he knew he's not hallunicating.

He stared at the school notice board in utter disbelief, he was aghast by what he'd seen.

'Damn you, Fuji! Damn you, Atobe...' He cursed in his heart while he adopted a look of indifference and ignored all strange looks directing towards him by the students.

He wondered if he should stormed up to Fuji and demand an explaination, but decided against it. No doubt that would only amuse Fuji more, but he's really pissed off by what he'd seen on the school notice board. He should've known, he should have just stayed home for the day. Ryoma was miserable throughout the day, no one dared to approach him. Not even Horio, apparently that boy had been threatened by Fuji.

Tezuka hadn't said anything to him nor Fuji the whole day, it's as if nothing had happened. By the end of the day, Ryoma had had it. He stormed up to Fuji, interrupting the discussion between Tezuka and the tensai as if it's a normal occurance.

"Fuji! Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" Fuji asked innocently.

"What else but the picture you put up on the school notice board!" Ryoma glared.

Fuji remained unfazed by Ryoma's glare, he simply smiled in return. "Oh... that..."

Ryoma huffed but said nothing. He was waiting for Fuji to say something, when he heard no response from the tensai. He growled "Well?"

"Aa... I couldn't resist the temptation to showcase that picture to the public... After all, you looked so cute in the picture." Fuji chuckled at the memory of the picture.

Ryoma's eyebrow twitched, before he snarled "You thought I looked cute? Have you gone nuts? No, wait... you must be crazy already! How could you post that hideous picture of me wearing Atobe's nightgown on the school notice board, for all to see!"

"How could you, Why didn't you stop Fuji from doing it?" Ryoma shifted his attention to the silent Tezuka.

"It's not my place to do so." Tezuka replied calmly.

Before Ryoma could say more, an arrogant voice interrupted their gathering. "You know, you should really feel honored that I actually allow you to wear my nightgown."

"Aa... there you are, Atobe-kun..." Fuji smiled at the sight of the Hyotei captain. "Ryoma, you should really thanked Atobe for the nightgown."

"But... it's Purple..." Ryoma grimaced at the memory of the nightgown.

"What's wrong with it being Purple?" Atobe directed a peeved look at Ryoma, who muttered an inaudible "Nothing" under his breath.

"Anyway, you did looked cute in that nightgown of mine..." Atobe commented after a moment of silence. Tezuka shrugged, Fuji chuckled while Ryoma looked miserable.

'I give up!' Ryoma let out an exasperated sigh and question his sanity, 'How did I ever end up having a relationship with all three of them? A sadist prodigy, Fuji. A stoic, emotionless Tezuka and An arrogant, diva, Atobe as boyfriend?'

'Oh yes... Tennis is the main culprit for their messed-up relationships.' Boy wonder answered his own question in his mind.

owari

date started: 01/04/05

A/N: Not beta-ed, unless someone wanted to try beta-ing it. Anyway, this is just a random drabble... Just something which I came to me after reading so many FujiRyo...