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Note: Yeah…I know, I'm sorry for not updating after a really long time. School has been a killer and I'm currently in Viet Nam. So be happy.

Both of them stared at the black plates on the table. The taller one kept on looking from the plates to the shorter boy. "Saa…I thought you said you could cook," the older one mused.

"Instant noodles and eggs, yes, but nothing else!"

"So you live on those?"

"No…"

"How do you live then?" Echizen Ryoma's eyes started to twitch as he picked up the plates and carelessly throw them into the sink. "Why do you ask?"

It was an eventful week one could say. It's been almost five days since Fuji Syuusuke has come by to live in the Echizen household. And a total of five days, the two tennis players live on either eggs or instant noodles. But everything changed when Fuji had asked his kohai if he know how to make anything else rather than noodles and eggs. "Saa…I'll cook tonight."

"NO!" Echizen reached out and grabbed onto Fuji's shirt, tugging him back. "I mean…make sure there's no wasabi in it…" The younger boy bowed his head as the older boy chuckled. Fuji turned around and bent down to kiss the younger boy.

"Yakusoku…" he whispered into the green haired boy's ear. When the soft message has reached his eardrums, Echizen unconsciously moved closer to Fuji. The tensai of Seishun Gakuen Tennis Club wrapped his arm around the shorter boy, the two standing in the same position for a while.

"Ne…are you going to make something or do we have to starve?" Echizen voice was muffled by Fuji's torso. The auburn haired pulled away and smiled before turning around, preparing dinner for the two.

Three hours after dinner, the TV was running with the volume down low. Echizen was tightly bounded by Fuji's arm, sleeping peacefully. The face feature that the older has was the same as when the two first went on their first date.

Their time together has been shorten down to two months. Leaving out a month of exams, when the two won't be able to see each other. A total of a month full of utter bliss for the two to share, cherish, and enjoy. A month, ne? Fuji looked at the blinking screen in front of him. Two more days until the exams. Slowly as the time passes by, Fuji has drifted off to dreamland.

Dear Tensai,

I want to plan out something to do before the term ends and he have to leave. In my mind I know what to do, but in reality, I don't know what to do. One month of non-sense exam and one month left of seeing him. What should I do?

Capped Boy

The reply was simple, but he didn't even answer it. He just put the letter in the print box. He didn't know what he should do to help this poor boy. He pulled out a blank paper and started to write his resignation paper for the school's paper. He'll confess with his kohai about him being Tensai and knowing his feelings from the beginning. But his chance of seeing his kohai for the month is one out of a million chance.

Everywhere in the school building, everyone was busy with studying for the newly created exam system. Seniors were free from the exams, but the lower classmen were busy with the upcoming exams.

Echizen lazily dragged his bag into his house, throwing his bag down and dropping to the floor. His parents aren't back yet but his cousin, who spotted him on the ground everyday, was there to support him.

When the exams were over, he barely saw Fuji around, except for during practices. But during practices, he wasn't able to talk to him, due to the upcoming tournaments. He thought after exams, he would have time with Fuji, but he was wrong. Bags started to appear under his eyes, and his weight started to decrease. The result of school and long practices mixed together everyday has caused him. To make things worse, homework has been piling up at the last minute of the term, and not being able to get help from his senior.

He started to cough while walking into the courts, fully dressed in his school uniform. With note in one hand, school bag in the other. As he entered the tennis court, every eye was glued on him, following him as he walked up to the captain.

"You're late, Echizen," was the only thing the taller man said as the note was handed to him. Tezuka Kunimitsu took a few seconds to scan through the note before nodding. "Go change." The green haired boy turned around and started to cough as he walked to the changing room alone.

The note was quickly yanked out of Tezuka's hand, now in the hand of an auburn headed. "'Please excuse Echizen Ryoma for being late to tennis today.'" At the bottom of the note was signed with curving lines, date, and finally, the nurse's name. "Ne, Momo, did you know when Echizen went to the nurse's office today?"

"Last time I saw him was during lunch," Momoshiro replied. "Why did you ask, Fuji-senpai? I thought you knew." Fuji shook his head, concerned blue eyes staring into the violet eyes.

"I haven't talked to him since the beginning of that exam," Fuji looked at the changing room, wondering what was taking the younger boy so long. "Saa…I'm going to go and check up on him right now." When he started to leave, the door the changing room opened and a drowsy Echizen staggered out, still in his school uniform. The regulars ran toward him, Fuji reaching him first. "You should go home now, Ryoma."

"I'm fine, just need to…" Echizen leaned against Fuji, falling asleep.

"Saa…Gomen na, Ryoma."

Ack! Sorry for the bad chapter. My brain is currently dead, and if anyone wants a re-write on this chapter, then I'll do it when I get back, please R&R!