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Niou ran away from the school gates as fast as his legs would carry him, still in his regulars' uniform. A quick talk with Yanagi had informed him that Yukimura had received a light concussion and was kept at home against his will.

The Yukimuras didn't live very far from school and Niou got there relatively fast. At least he didn't have to hear the whispers from passing students who were already arriving at school, nor did he have to face any giggling girls.

And why the hell did everyone seem to think he and Yukimura had… done something in the infirmary?! He admitted that the scene their fellow regulars met as they entered the infirmary could've been somewhat easy to misunderstand but…

Anyway, now wasn't the time to think of that. He was almost running out of breath and there was no way he'd run any laps when he got back to school.

The Yukimura residence was big, and it came with a beautiful garden. Not very, surprising though as their buchou was known to like gardening. And you often don't fancy playing with flowers in your spare time if you've grow up in an apartment complex.

Speak of the devil… Niou spotted his buchou on the doorstep, dressed in the yellow tennis uniform and with his tennis bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey there, buchou!" Niou called out. "Yanagi told me you were locked up at home by your mum."

"I was", Yukimura said, making a grimace. "But she had to visit a relative so I figured I should make use of this wonderful opportunity to go to morning practice. And school. And afternoon practice as well."

He locked the door and put the key in his school bag before walking towards the school gates. Niou followed, trying to keep the same pace.

"Uh… maybe you shouldn't… there was some strange gossip in school this morning…"

"Such as?" Yukimura didn't slow down the pace, nor did he look at Niou while talking to him.

"Such as… us… doing things in the infirmary?"

Yukimura stopped. And he slowly turned around to face Niou.

"What do you mean by 'us doing things in the infirmary'? Niou?" he said his about voice as warm and pleasant as the wind in the Arctic sea.

"It seems like somehow, the whole school thinks we did something in the infirmary!" Niou yelled, unable to keep his cool anymore. "I don't know why or how or whatever! But I won't go back until we've solved this- this stupid mess! Yagyuu looked like he wanted to kill me and it wasn't because of me playing singles!"

"Oh my…" was all Yukimura said.

"Is that all you can say about this?!"

"No- no, I meant as in I think that's my mother coming out of that bus! Quick, hide!" he hissed, throwing himself over a nearby hedge in order to hide and at the same time pushing Niou with him.

They lay in someone else's garden for about five minutes. Niou's back hurt from the fall and he was sure an old lady peeked out from behind a curtain in the house.

"If I were buchou I'd let you run laps for that!" he grumbled, but Yukimura didn't answer since he was too busy to peek over the hedge.

"I think the coast is clear", he announced, relieved. "It wasn't my mother after all."

Niou was just about to answer with a word that would've sent him running laps for the rest of the day, when the old lady decided to start the garden's sprinklers.

"AAARGH!!" Niou screamed, and shot out of the hedge like a bullet. He shook his head like a wet dog.

"C-c-cold!" Yukimura groaned, hugging himself as he emerged from out the hedge.

Lucky for them, it was a hot day. But even so you can catch a cold by wearing thoroughly cold and wet tennis uniforms during a hot summer day.

"Let's go back to my house. I've got a spare tennis uniform in my room. We can share."

"Wait… you've got a spare uniform? Why d'you have a spare one?" Niou exclaimed, before he could stop himself. And the look his captain gave him, told him the exact thing: because he was Yukimura.

They went back to the Yukimura residence, where they took off their wet shoes, and the climbed the stairs to the captain's room. Which was bright and very tidy and it was also filled with all sorts of books and tennis-related things one could imagine. On the walls hung photos of the teams that had won the nationals two years prior.

Niou wondered what he'd expected, really. Like, what if he'd been met with a very untidy room, or one without any sign of something tennis related?

"You can take the shorts and the jacket, and I'll take the pants and shirt" Yukimura said and threw Niou a white t-shirt to wear under the regulars' jacket."

"Just curious, but why am I getting the shorts?"

"To show off your girly legs" Yukimura said, eyes twinkling. Niou didn't have time to retort since the other boy shut the bathroom door to change and to dry his hair. Niou just shrugged and changed into the uniform. They had the same size so the clothes fit as if they'd been his own.

He was just about to zip the jacket, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" he shouted and rushed down the stairs to open the door. Outside stood Yanagi and Sanada, and both boy's eyes were fixed on his torso the instant Niou opened the door.

"Why are you wearing Seiichi's shirt?!" both of them exclaimed before Niou could say anything. He looked down on the shirt; it was just plain white so how the hell could they know he was wearing Yukimura's shirt?!

Yukimura chose the exact moment to descend the stairs.

"Hi Genichirou, Renji" he said, smiling at them. He then turned to Niou. "I put your clothes in the laundry basket together with mine. And my sheets too but they needed changing anyway. Did you-"

The door in front of them slammed shut in front of them as Sanada and Renji apparently left.

"-throw your clothes on the bed? My sheets were all wet..." Yukimura's voice slowly faded away.

"I think they came over to see how you were doing" Niou guessed. He could feel the beginning of a headache building up.

"… maybe we should catch up with them and try to explain the situation. They're both very good at misunderstanding things."

"Yeah…"

FINI