After successful completion of high school, Tezuka's parents were elated when he along with Fuji secured scholarships in one of the most elite universities in Tokyo... Chapter1

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After successful completion of high school, Tezuka's parents were elated when he along with Fuji secured scholarships in one of the most elite universities in Tokyo, especially renowned for the tennis facilities.

He knew they were going to be strangers in a strange land, both of them, though not paupers would certainly be considered commoners in that sort of place. Also dorm life would not be so easy.

But tennis was still tennis. And Fuji was still with him.

He could not ask for more at this crossroads of life.

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Imagine his surprise when the first person he saw at the opening ceremony was the last person he wanted to see, though he supposed he should have seen it coming.

Atobe Keigo delivered a concise, but nevertheless impressive speech as the freshman representative of Keio University, more than half of the junior crowd chanting his name at the snap of a finger, and effectively descending into a hushed silence when he snapped those elegant fingers again.

" Hey, did he really get the highest score? "

" Who knows? But anyway, don't you know who he is? "

" He is Atobe Keigo. With their donations, they practically own the whole Uni man. " Hushed whispers could be heard as the young heir to the Atobe fortune finished speaking.

And for some reason, Tezuka felt a hint of nausea, even though he was used to Atobe's antics…

" Rumors will be rumors. " Fuji who was seated beside him spoke softly. " I heard the management requested for him. "

"…." If Fuji said so, it was probably true. For some reason he felt relief when he heard that.

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Of course that did not mean Atobe was incapable of using his influential status for a few fringe benefits, now did it?

It would most certainly explain why he was rooming with Atobe Keigo instead of say, Fuji Syuusuke, or any other relatively normal human being for that matter.

" Atobe. " Tezuka nearly had the urge to glare as the infuriatingly arrogant, proud, rich, spoilt, for the lack of a better word – rascal entered their room that evening.

" Yo. " There was a slight frown on Atobe's face, blue-slate gaze seemingly measuring the dimensions of the room, before focusing it on Tezuka.

" What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This? " Tezuka simply asked calmly.

" It's nice to see you again too. " Atobe drawled, stripping out of his clothes one by one.

Tezuka turned away, cheeks almost warming, the exposure of flawless skin, almost tantalizing; it was proving to be a troublesome thing to handle for his teenage hormones.

" Atobe. " His tone carried warning. ' Don't mess with me. '

" Think what you like. Ore-sama has nothing to say. " Atobe wrapped a towel around his waist, caring less whether Tezuka saw him in a state of undress. " I'm going to take a shower now, if you'll excuse me. "

"…." That was end of that conversation.

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A/N: hope it was a good read :)