With a neediness and urgency that Sanada rarely showed, he pushed Tezuka up against the wall of Seigaku's locker room. Sanada had meant to surprise Tezuka but he wasn't very good at that sort of thing and Tezuka had spotted him during practice. But that was okay. It helped to know Tezuka was new at that sort of thing too. Sanada didn't even know if Tezuka could be surprised. He prided himself on the slightly amused, slightly aroused look on Tezuka's face upon seeing the yellow jersey. And then enjoyed it when Tezuka had ordered the second years to run laps the next second. Tezuka had waited, with what Sanada hoped was anticipation, for the end of practice, hanging back. For Sanada. That thought warmed Sanada even thought it was cold outside now.

Anyway, Sanada surmised, both were known to make sacrifices. What was a moment of cold when the next they would warm each other? Sanada's goal was to wipe Tezuka's mind blank. And as of that moment, he was failing. Tezuka was mindful of the fact that anyone could come by. Sanada really wanted to change that. It probably showed in his eyes, though they were hidden under the cap. Sanada's lips met Tezuka's and Tezuka sighed in contentment, a sound he never tired of hearing.

Tezuka lifted one hand during the kiss and took off Sanada's hat. There. Opening his mouth so Sanada's tongue could enter, with his eyes open, Tezuka could clearly see Sanada's scowl but he didn't care. Tezuka hummed to himself. Tezuka wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of Sanada; how could you be embarrassed of Rikkai's Sanada? Without breaking the kiss, Sanada pushed his hands under Tezuka's tennis shirt and around his body until they linked at his back. Part of Tezuka's stomach rippled as it was exposed to the cool air. Sanada pressed himself into Tezuka, needing more of his soft pants and tensing body. Tezuka happily gave him both. He wrapped a slender hand around Sanada's back in kind. Tezuka's leg twisted around Sanada's, pulling him forward, making Sanada fully lean on him. Besides, Tezuka mused as he gently rocked his body forward, it wasn't as if his sexual orientation was on the line. His entire team knew he was gay. He wore purple shirts, for heaven's sake. But he really didn't want anyone to see. Especially…

"Fuji," was the name Tezuka spoke and Sanada's mouth and tongue withdrew from his. Sanada's body stopped moving deliciously against him. Sanada gave him room to breathe, but still remained close.

"No, Tezuka. It's Sanada." Sanada fixed Tezuka with a Look. "I thought we were past this," he admonished gently. Sanada really really hoped they were.

"It's not that," Tezuka replied. He arched his neck so his head rested against the hard wall of the locker room. He blew puffs of air into the cool autumn air. Tezuka was staring at someone behind Sanada.

"Oi! Kunimitsu, is that you?" a light and airy voice called. So sweet it made the hairs on the back of Sanada's neck stand up. Since Yukimura had not transferred to Seigaku, that could only mean it was…

"Fuji-san," Sanada greeted. Fuji had a bad habit of appearing at the wrong place at the wrong time. Did he practice it, Sanada wondered.

"Sanada-san. Mitsu, can we talk?"

Tezuka glanced at Sanada. "Sure. Excuse us, Gen-Sanada."

Fuji pulled Tezuka away without a second look back at Sanada. They walked until Fuji was sure they were out of ear shot.

"Yukimura and I broke up." Fuji was watching Tezuka's eyebrows. They were the most expressive part of Tezuka's body and what, Fuji was sure, would give him away.

"Yes?" Tezuka wondered what that had to do with him. Unknown to him, Tezuka's left eyebrow dipped in confusion.

The wind chose that moment to blow and Fuji's caramel colored hair flew in all directions, though elegantly so. It made Tezuka's chest hurt a little.

"So, I just thought you'd like to know. That I'm available." Fuji shrugged one shoulder and smiled. No, that wasn't right, Tezuka corrected himself. Fuji was always smiling. Just, Fuji's smile seemed to kick up a notch.

"Kunimitsu, can I walk you home?" Sanada's voice broke in, preventing what could have quickly developed into an awkward situation.

Tezuka's flushed; Sanada had never called his name before without the honorifics. Well, never during a time when they weren't in the throes of …whatever it was they had. Sanada had only ever called his first name during orgasm.

"Hai." With more composure than he felt, Tezuka fell into step beside Sanada. But Tezuka looked back, once, at Fuji's still eerily smiling face. And Fuji was satisfied. That answered his question; Tezuka was interested.

As they waited for Sanada's bus to arrive, Tezuka was filled with the urge to say something. Which was something he rarely felt. "I want things to be different. Not like this. It feels too much like we're sneaking around again." Tezuka frowned. The words he wanted to convey were coming out wrong. Fuji had just proved it. When Fuji had interrupted, Tezuka had felt guilty. Which he shouldn't have.

Sanada took a step backwards and Tezuka wished he hadn't said anything. Tezuka had never been very good with words.

"I agree," was all Sanada said. He started to do tie the fastening on Tezuka's coat. "I don't want you to be cold."

"Thanks," Tezuka acknowledged. It wasn't supposed to be awkward like this.

"I'll call you, Kunimitsu."

Sanada's hands brushed Tezuka's in a quiet goodbye. Things had improved from the summer, Tezuka supposed, one hand lifted in farewell. Hadn't they?