A/N I'm back! For a limited time only! Because...

1. My laptop died on me...cries.

2. My homework is begging to be finished.

And...

3. School is draining all of my creativity.

Warnings: shonen-ai, fluff? The overuse of one word.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Prince of Tennis, if I did...

Pairing: ...Do I really need to say?

THE INITIATOR

By squishy the jellyfish

Ryoma was always the initiator of the relationship. He had always thought that the young captain was just too oblivious to follow through with the act of 'couple normalcy', so instead of waiting around for nothing to happen, Ryoma decided when and what would happen. It was strange, in a way. Usually, the older, more experienced took the leading role, but apparently this was only present biologically, or in normal couple relationships, because it was always Ryoma who had taken the lead. For example, their first kiss. Ryoma had started their conversation, ended it, and initiated the pressing-of-lips. Tezuka had merely sat back and 'enjoyed' the ride. He sighed. Was this even a problem? Sure he had been the one who had to get the relationship off the ground, but what was so bad about that? Ryoma's heart skipped a beat. What if Tezuka never really liked him the way he himself liked Tezuka? What if Tezuka didn't want to be in a relationship with Ryoma?

"Ryoma."

The boy came jolting back to his senses so suddenly, that when he turned to see the boy whom had emitted his name, he had a look of utter confusion and sadness painted all over his face. "Kuni-chan!"

Tezuka stared at the boy, "Are you okay?"

Ryoma blinked once, then twice. "H…ah."

Tezuka nodded, "Good. Could you stay back after practice? I…have something I need to give you."

"Hai," Ryoma said awkwardly before watching his boyfriend walk away quickly. Strange…

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Ryoma's breathing patterns became quite uneven as he approached his captain in the locker room.

Tezuka turned around, one of the slightest smiles on his lips. "This is for you," he said quietly, even when all the other tennis club members had long since left.

Ryoma took the small box cautiously and opened it almost immediately.

His eyes widened.

He couldn't believe it. Inside the box was an array of chocolates, "W-what's this for?"

Tezuka looked puzzled, "White day. Why? Is there something wrong?"

Ryoma looked up from the box, his arrogant smirk returning instantaneously. "Of course, idiot."

Tezuka's eyebrow quirked, "May I…," he gritted his teeth, "inquire as to what?"

"I didn't get you anything first."

"Does it matter?"

"Guess not," Ryoma shrugged before setting the box on the bench and pulling Tezuka's head down to kiss him.

Okay, so not one of my best works. But what can I do? I'm stuck with a computer I hate with NO inspiration whatsoever.

Please review!

Squishy.