A/N: Okay, this here is my first fic starring Atobe and Jiroh! Staying true to my method of writing, I have no idea how long this will be. It's probably be around the same length as Count on Me. Anyhoo, this is humorousfluff fic with a dash of angst for good measure. This is for all the nice people who reviewed and for aloha, who requested some Atobe/Jiroh. So, without further ado, here it is.

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"Jiroh-san, wake up. You're going to get in trouble…again."

One of the students whispered urgently to the sleeping form sprawled out on his desk. The teacher decided to have each student answer a question from today's math lesson. In a short while, the sleeping boy called Jiroh would soon be called on. However, no matter how hard the concerned classmate tried, he remained sleeping.

On the other side of Jiroh sat the top student in the class. He glanced over and let a small sigh escape his lips. He then glanced at the list of problems they were given and figured out which one the teacher was going to ask Jiroh. He then quickly jotted down the answer and slipped it covertly onto the other boy's desk and smirked.

"Ore-sama is so helpful to teammates."

His smirk widened as he switched his attention to the teacher who was eyeing Jiroh. As the student was answering, he silently slid his leg over and gave the chair a quick kick. The sudden motion forced the sleeping boy to suddenly wake. Jiroh glanced up groggily right when the teacher finished his question.

"So what is the answer?"

At first, Jiroh was slightly surprised, but then noticed a small sheet of paper on his desk.

"The answer is 32.5."

"That is correct."

The teacher was surprised that he was able to answer since he was seemingly sound asleep through the entire class. However, he was unable to say anything since Jiroh did get the answer right. He merely shook his head and then moved on. Jiroh glanced sideways at his classmate and smiled in thanks. The other boy just gently shook his head and smirked.

The remainder of class was spent the same way and soon Jiroh was on the verge of slipping into another sleeping spell. His classmate watched out the corner of his eye and about dropped his head onto the desk in defeat.

"Ore-sama can count when he will fall asleep. 5…4…3…2…1…"

He took another quick glance at Jiroh and smirked in triumph. Sure enough, the other boy was sound asleep on top of his desk once again. Sometimes people wondered as to why he was always sleeping. Whenever they asked, he just said he was tired. It would then start a series of questions that always led back to that fact that he was simply tired.

At long last, the class was finished. Jiroh was still asleep until he felt something ruffle his hair.

"Oi, Jiroh! Wake up. It's time for practice."

"Right…Oh yeah, thanks for the answer, Atobe!"

Atobe was about to start an extensive lecture about staying awake in class and how he would not help him again, but it was all lost when he Jiroh gave him a sleepy grin. He sighed. Sometimes, he had a hard time dealing with Jiroh. He would either wind up falling asleep or he smiled happily. The latter of which was difficult to handle due to the sincerity and sheer cuteness. Atobe then mentally slapped himself for being unable to lecture Jiroh and hear his beautiful voice. So he resorted to a response that was short and to the point.

"Sure. Just try and pay attention next time the teacher conducts class that way."

"I'll try. But it's so hard. His class is soooo boring. But really, you saved my hide! If I was caught sleeping in class again, I would of gotten detention or something."

"Perhaps you should consider seeing a doctor or eating something that gives you energy?"

Jiroh and Atobe were slightly startled that their tennis coach, Sakaki, was suddenly behind them and hear their conversation. The two boys turned around and faced their coach.

"But Coach! All the food that I like make me even more sleepy!"

"Jiroh, how is that possible when you already sleep majority of the 24 hour cycle?"

Atobe looked expectantly at the other boy who shrugged.

"I dunno. I stay up long enough to get my homework done, play tennis, and eat. Then, I'm tired so I go to bed."

Atobe and Sakaki sighed in defeat. Shrugging it off, Sakaki addressed the boys regarding tennis practice. Atobe listened attentively while Jiroh began to unsuccessfully stifle a large yawn.

"I want the two doubles teams to play against each other, have Hiyoshi and Kabaji play a match and then you two are to have a practice ma-"

He could not even finish before Jiroh, who was now on the far end of the hallway shouting in a cheerful voice, interrupted him.

"Atobe! Let's go now so we have the entire practice time!"

The other boy nodded in agreement causing the other boy to sprint off towards the courts.

"How is it he managed to get all the way down there before I could finish a single sentence?"

"It is truly one of the unsolved mysteries of our time."

With a shrug and smirk, Atobe turned and trailed behind Jiroh albeit, at a much slower pace. When he arrived at the clubhouse, he heard a bit of a commotion coming form inside. Upon entering the room he was almost knocked over when Jiroh rushed out the door. He fortunately caught himself and whipped around to yell at Jiroh to be more careful when around the great buchou of Hyotei. However, it was all lost when Jiroh stood there like an eager puppy smiling at him.

"Hurry up! What took you so long?"

"I'll be right there. You can't rush beauty such as ore-sama."

The other members shook their head, rolled their eyes, sighed, or did any various combinations. Jiroh, on the other hand, seemed to completely disregard the comment.

"Well, tell your beauty to kick it up a notch and get going!"

Atobe stood staring at the other boy who was grinning from ear to ear. Jiroh practically chirped with how happy he was to play Atobe as he seemed to skip over to the courts. The tennis buchou turned around to go get changed. As he headed to his locker, he noticed all the other regulars grinning like mad men. Atobe could feel his eyebrow faintly twitch.

"Ore-sama is counting the seconds you're all standing there and going to make each of you run accordingly."

There was a quick shuffling of feet as the regulars mumbled and filed out of the clubhouse. They all wondered what it was with buchous and making other people run. The regulars concluded it must be some sort of warped power issue.

"The whole lot of you can go run now and then you will play practice matches."

"Why doesn't Jiroh have to run?"

"Because Jiroh wasn't standing idle like an idiot in the clubhouse."

"Why do you seem to play favorites with Jiroh?"

"Why is ore-sama even having this conversation?"

With that, he snapped his fingers signaling for them to start running. They all took off except for Shishido who paused to ask Atobe a question.

"How many laps?"

"Until I say so."

After growling in disapproval he finally took off after the other regulars leaving Atobe and Jiroh. He watched the others run for a few moments before casually walking over to the court where Jiroh was impatiently waiting.

"So, we gonna start this?"

"Sure, you serve."

"Alright, you better be ready!"

Atobe nodded and took his ready position. He watched Jiroh carefully as he bounced the ball a few times before tossing it up into the air. After releasing the ball, Atobe saw Jiroh release the ball far in front. When he struck the ball, Jiroh was already charging the net. Atobe took a quick step back and prepared to use the same method Fuji used when he and Jiroh played.

"Whoa!"

As expected, Jiroh had to practically fall down in order to reach the ball before it collided with his feet. However, as Atobe predicted, he managed to pop the ball faintly over the net. Not even bothering to try and reach it, Atobe watched it land with a dull thud and picked it up. He smirked as he gently tossed it over to Jiroh who was simply ecstatic at this point.

"Whaaaa! You did the same thing as Fuji! That's so mean! But I'll get it you know!"

Atobe could not help but lightly chuckle at his teammate's enthusiasm. Taking his ready position once again, he got ready to return Jiroh's second serve.

"15-0!"

Once again, Jiroh tossed the ball way in front getting ready to charge again. Atobe also adjusted his position as the ball came at him. Out of curiosity, he returned the ball with a high and deep lob. He watched in amusement as Jiroh skidded to a halt and quickly ran backwards to get the ball. Only somebody as skilled as Jiroh would be able to hit it back. When he did though, it lacked any power. Atobe ran to the ball and hit it full force to the base line. Still recovering from running backwards, Jiroh was unable to reach the ball in time.

"Wooow! Hey, do that again, Atobe! I'll get it this time!"

Atobe shook his head and sighed. He was faintly amused at how excited Jiroh got when he was unable to do something. Most people would get frustrated or upset. However, Jiroh was one of the only people Atobe had ever seen become more excited when he was in the same situation.

"Game! Hey, Atobe! C'mon, you got to put more into it or it won't be any fun!"

Jiroh happily whined as they passed each other when they were switching courts. Jiroh kept his service game which made him anticipate what Atobe would do next. He was always fascinated at how unpredictable he could be. While many would say he is one of the easiest people to figure out, Jiroh thought otherwise. Sure, it was easy to predict his Rondo towards Destruction, but when and how he used it was always left open to debate. Sometimes it would be the perfect opportunity, but he would not take it and use it. Other times, he would simply pull out some brand new technique like the Tannháuser Serve. It was impossible to know what he was planning on doing and why, and that is exactly what made Jiroh so excited.

"How do you know I'm not putting everything into it already?"

Atobe began bouncing the tennis ball in preparation for his serve and about missed a beat when he heard Jiroh's cheerful voice.

"Really?…Whoa! That means I gotta be extra careful!…This is soo great!"

"0-1, 0-0!"

Atobe chuckled as he called out the score and tossed the ball. He planned on watching Jiroh a little bit more. For starters, it was training, and Atobe wanted to put Jioh in every kind of situation so he would learn his weak spots and learn to correct them. The other reason was that he rarely played Jiroh. While Atobe was the better player, he knew from the other boy's skills that he was not to be taken lightly. Atobe had to keep his guard and concentration up.

"Get ready, Jiroh!"

He served the ball as hard as he could and anticipated Jiroh to return and then dash towards the net. Right on cue, the other boy hit the ball and began to sprint towards the front court. Rushing over to the tennis ball, Atobe quickly slammed his full weight into it which forced Jiroh to back up to be able to return it.

"Not this again!"

Atobe smirked as he continually pounded the ball back forcing Jiroh to remain at the baseline. While his skills were exceptional, it was easy to note that Jiroh's specialty lied in his volley skills. Atobe had recognized this on more than one occasion and intended to make Jiroh a better baseline player.

"You can't win by volley's alone!"

Jiroh grunted in response as he was continually kept at the baseline. Even though he was dead set in concentration, Jiroh was having the time of his life. He knew what Atobe was trying to do and he adored him all the more because: one, for his ability to keep him at the baseline, two, for helping to train him, and three, for just playing a match against him and enjoying it. To Jiroh, this was as exciting as the first time he played against Atobe their first year on the tennis club.

"Yeah, but they help!"

In a split second, Jiroh adjusted his entire swing so as to simply rebound the ball off his racquet and went to an obscure angle on the court. Quickly adjusting to the new pace, Atobe sprinted to the ball and returned it full force once again, but was mildly surprised at what he saw. Using that extra split second caused by the slower pace was just enough time for Jiroh to make it to the service box. Using the power and momentum of the ball generated by Atobe, Jiroh reflected it to the other side of the court with the most basic backhand volley.

"Hee hee! Did you see that, did you see that!"

Jiroh was giggling like crazy while Atobe watched in amusement.

"Not bad. Bit of a risky move, but it's flashy…Ore-sama approves."

To most, that would not have been too much of a compliment. To Jiroh, it was as if the Buddha himself told him he reached nirvana. Atobe's small, somewhat presumptuous, compliment about sent Jiroh into convulsions of joyful energy.

"What, really? Wow, that's great! Hee, I knew I couldn't win the point by staying at the baseline, so I found a way to come to the net and use my strengths! And you said it was good!"

Atobe did not know whether to be flattered or afraid from the other boy's reaction. He just stood and watched as Jiroh chattered on about how fun and cool it was to be playing a match against Atobe. He was about to reply when he heard snickering from the other side of the fence. The regulars were all standing near the court and had been watching the match.

"We haven't even finished a second game and you're already stopping? Ore-sama is very displeased. All of you get running some more and if any of you stop again…you'll be running until you either drop dead from exhaustion or die from dehydration! Now run!"

Following a few chuckles and some moans, they started running once again and left him alone to finish his match with Jiroh. He glanced over at the other boy who was still bouncing around from his excitement.

"C'mon, let's finish the match!"

"Alright."

Before long, they were both once more engaged in their match. Atobe continued to use different methods to seal Jiroh's techniques while Jiroh continually showed his genius by finding a way around them.

"Game and Set."

"Hyaaa! That was so much fun! Hey, Atobe, can we do this again? Can we? Can we?"

"Why not."

This made Jiroh completely lose it and ran over to the other members. He was energetically conveying the entire set to them. They all listened with half an ear as they gathered up their things and got ready to go home for the day.

"Too bad you guys had to run so much. You should have seen it! It was soo cool!"

True enough, the other regulars did run for majority of the practice. Atobe finally let them stop just long enough to begin practice matches against each other. The Hyotei buchou stayed behind and watched the other members leave before gathering his belongings and locking up the clubhouse.

"That was really fun today."

He did not bother to turn around when he heard the voice. He merely smirked and shrugged.

"It was pretty fun, wasn't it?"

Jiroh smiled cheerfully at him and nodded. He walked silently beside Atobe as they began their walk home. Along the way, Atobe stole a glance out of the corner of his eye and watched in mild amusement as Jiroh seemed to gradually revert back into his normal, sleepy state.

"Don't fall asleep before you get home. You don't want the same thing to happen like last time."

Jiroh looked up at Atobe confused at first, but then smiled and blushed in embarrassment.

"Heh, heh…Yeah. I don't think my parents could handle that again."

"Yes, they called my house practically in hysterics. They kept going on about how you were probably kidnapped and kept creating all sort of odd circumstances."

"Yeah, they can be like that sometimes…But I remember. You were the one who found me."

Atobe smirked triumphantly at that and glanced over at his teammate.

"Ore-sama is brilliant that way."

"Yup!"

Jiroh gave Atobe a sleepy smile. He did not know why, but he could not help but smile softly back at Jiroh. They soon came to one of the bus stops and Jiroh set his bag down and took a seat. He was surprised when Atobe sat down with him.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"Making sure we don't repeat that little scenario…Besides, I'm not busy or anything."

"Hee hee, thanks!"

"Sure."

They sat together in comfortable silence for a while when Atobe suddenly looked over when he heard light snoring. Sure enough, Jiroh was sound asleep. Atobe shook his head. He was glad he decided to stick around. Soon, the bus arrived and Atobe nudged Jiroh.

"The bus is here."

"Hm? Oh right."

Jiroh let out a large yawn and gathered up his things. He walked slowly onto the bus and then turned around and smiled once again.

"See ya tomorrow, Atobe! Thanks again!"

Jiroh cheerfully waved as the bus driver closed the doors and took off. Atobe remained on the bench for a while as he watched the bus disappear into the distance before standing up and stretching. As he gathered his things and began walking, he remembered his match with Jiroh and could not resist smiling on his way home.

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A/N:Whoot! I got it done! Hmm, this chapter didn't have a whole lot going on, it just introduced the setup in a way. The next chapter will have more content since I think I now know where I'm going to take this. Also, bear with me as this is the first time I've written anything extensive on Atobe and Jiroh. This chapter helped me figure out how I should write for the characters. Well, anyways, hope you all enjoyed!