Mukahi Gakuto / Tezuka Kunimitsu
Counselling
Tezuka thought that this was quite possibly, the stupidest thing he had ever agreed to. He fought to keep his eye from twitched as he listened to various boys pouring out their woes to him and asking his advice. He had given the same to everyone who sought him out for the free counselling Ryuusaki and Hanamura had promised all the Senbatsu coaches would offer, "Don't get careless".
His eye twitched involuntarily as another knock sounded at the door just after he had gotten rid of the last brat. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal a scrawny little redhead with a horrible haircut. "Sit down Mukahi-san," Tezuka said, his voice showing none of the irritation he felt.
"Thanks for seein' me Tezuka-san," Gakuto grinned at him. Tezuka merely sat and waited for the boy to continue.
"Well . . . you see . . . I have a bit of a problem that I thought you might be able to help me with." Tezuka's eyebrow rose sceptically before he could stop it. "I trust you can be discrete, Tezuka-san?"
Discrete? Now this might be more interesting. The brunette inclined his head and the acrobatic redhead smiled widely. "Well, you see, me and Yuushi were . . . playin' a little rough today and well . . . it's not something we can exactly tell Sakaki about y'know? He's have our hide in strips."
Tezuka was rapidly not liking where this was going. "And, well, we were a little too hasty and I ended up losing the keys."
"To your bedroom?"
Mukai shook his head, still grinning, "No no, to the handcuffs."
Tezuka groaned inwardly, rubbing his temples. Today, would be a long day.