A/N I've just finished reading a tezufuji fanfic and it freaking killed me just because it was perfection and I actually only started reading it this morning but I've already finished it lolol. It really inspired me to write this chapter since I was guilty from not updating for so long, so here I am. I guess it's a double update? But anyway, I think there won't be many people reading this story but I just want to write this for myself so that when I get the tezufuji feels, I would have something immediate to read haha. I know I'm obsessed. I've really been since 2010. I'm a late bloomer, I know.

Btw, this is unedited so forgive me for being abrupt I just really wanted to update.

141025 [update] - edited this chapter


Fuji flipped to the other side of his bed again, probably the millionth time that night already. He couldn't help but feel giddy, happy, and anxious at the same after reading Tezuka's mail for him. For him. Him alone. And no one else.

As soon as he began reading it, his stomach suddenly felt so tight and the air around him felt suffocating even though he was just in the confinement of his own room―heater turned off―which he thought he should find comforting. But he didn't, and it was all because of the tears that were welling up in his wide open eyes.

Or maybe it was the thought of everything being so surreal. It could also be because he had finally heard from Tezuka―no, Kunimitsu after almost two years.

The third option brought him to the second level of Heaven. His mind was hazy, and his heart was left in a trance as he tried so hard to fall into slumber. He stayed wide awake for a good thirty minutes before he felt his eyelids become heavier by the second. He decided he didn't want to go to school looking unready to see Tezuka, so after a few more toss and turns in his bed, he fell asleep, image of the captain smiling in his dreams.


Tomorrow, I'll be at school to personally congratulate Ryuzaki-sensei and the team for winning the Nationals. I might also talk to you regarding a few matters, and I hope you stay around, because I most definitely do not want to miss the chance to tell you what I want to say as it is very important.


"Nee-san, I'll be going now," Fuji smiled brightly as he opened the main door of his home. His sister emerged from the kitchen doorway, a glass of water in her right hand, smiling at her brother in return.

She waved a goodbye at him, both of their eyes crinkling at the ends, indicating true happiness. "Have fun at school, Syusuke." She said right after her brother took a step forward outside, a step closer to his happiness. After the door had closed, she chuckled with delight and turned around to go into the kitchen again.

Fuji Yumiko definitely knew her brothers more than any person, of course excluding her parents. The way Syusuke smiled that day made her think something great happened, and she was certain, especially when she saw the bright blue eyes open for a second. She could have gasped right then and there when she saw the light in them, but she couldn't risk it; she wanted to keep it to herself until her brother came home later that night, happier than he'd been in two years.

While smiling to herself, Yumiko thought it was safe to say that that smile and those eyes certainly belonged to someone in love.


Upon arriving at his high school, Fuji immediately went to class, happy as his mind wandered back to those times in middle school when girls always swooned over him and some guys nearly fell for him. Compared to today, he definitely liked this better than the old times. He wasn't that special in terms of looks anymore―but there were still a few admirers here and there―as he looked too fragile and frail to be a boy, so was often put to the side by the majority of the girls that preferred well built guys from the basketball and football club.

He smiled wider upon entering his classroom. If he remembered correctly, the last time someone had adored and appreciated his beauty so much occurred two years ago when he was still the beautiful boyfriend of Tezuka Kunimitsu.


At lunch break, Fuji was excused since he was asked by Ryuzaki-sensei to go to school. Luckily, Eiji studied at the same high school as well so he had someone to talk to about being excited while he was on the way to Seishun Gakuen where he would finally meet buchou. His buchou. Fuji couldn't care less about their breakup, he was simply too engrossed in his own speculations.

He wished, each time he thought about Tezuka, that one day―it didn't matter when―they'd finally get back together.

"Saa, Eiji..." Fuji whispered when he and his best friend began to head to their old school. The redhead turned to him, eyes gleaming in delight; he was excited, too. "What do you think Tezuka looks like now?" Fuji blushed a light shade of pink as he imagined Tezuka, more handsome than he had been in middle school, if that was even possible.

Eiji brought a finger to his chin. "I don't know. We haven't seen him in two years. He's probably got a better physique by now," he thought, feeling slightly jealous as he didn't grow much in that span of time.

Fuji nodded eagerly, hands behind him. Silence reigned for a few moments, but it was comfortable, happy, just pure bliss overall. Eiji could practically feel the happiness vibrating off his bestfriend. He wanted to ask a certain question, but couldn't risk seeing a sad smile that meant something much worse than Fuji's silence.

So he rephrased everything, "Fuji," he addressed.

Fuji friend looked at him, curious about the way he smiled but never questioned it. He returned the smile.

"You like the thrill, don't you?" Eiji mused. He stopped for a moment, and then continued, "How would you feel like if the thrill was upon you and not somebody else?" He asked, and Fuji halted, wondering what the proper way to respond was. He tapped his chin a few times, and all that came up was an unamused shrug. Eiji blinked once, but didn't push it further, seeing that if he did, his bestfriend would realize what he was trying to say.

He really didn't have to think about that though. Fuji might not have shown it, but he definitely understood what Eiji meant.


When Fuji and Eiji arrived at Seigaku, the rumor about Tezuka's arrival that day had already spread throughout school. The old tennis club members went to the tennis courts to catch a glimpse of the highly respected Tezuka Kunimitsu, and many other people came just to see him: girls, guys, the teachers, even the old Fudoumine Tennis Regulars, and the Seigaku Regulars, which was, of course, a given.

Fuji and Eiji even had to squeeze through the crowd just to get to the courts.

At that time, Fuji's heart had already been pounding hard. It pounded loudly, enough to remind him of the love he knew for more than three years and the longing he experienced for an amount of time he was willing to give, as long as it meant ending up with Tezuka.

"He's here!" Someone in the back yelled. The crowd began whispering while some started screaming and cheering.

Inside the court, the regulars stood, awaiting their captain's return, and unbeknownst to everyone's knowledge, Fuji was panicking mentally. Suddenly, he wanted to back out, thousands of possibilities―good or bad―abruptly occupying his mind and scaring him to insanity. His palms began to sweat and he fidgeted a little, his smile even dropped for a few seconds, but luckily it had resurfaced when Oishi gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder and the other regulars showed him smiles that said, 'Good Luck.'

Finally, the front line of the crowd was cut into two and in between those lines of spectators was Tezuka himself.

Fuji stood there, stunned, completely aware that he was in no state to speak or smile or move. He was simply too taken aback.

Tezuka couldn't help but smile just a little, the widest the regulars had ever seen since they met him, but he didn't bother glowering at the noise anymore and dissipating that smile since he, too, had waited long for this day to come. He quietly made his way to the gates that lead to the courts, his stature seeming higher, stronger, and much more Tezuka-like, as the girls in the crowd would say.

Fuji, on the other hand, could barely move. His lips were stuck in a smile, and his eyes were open for the whole world to see. He was too afraid of letting his emotions show. The what if's got to him and fear just swallowed him. What if Tezuka didn't miss him the way he missed him?

"Good afternoon everyone," Tezuka greeted, and Fuji's eyes opened wider, revealing the love he wanted only Tezuka to see. The voice boomed in his head and rang in his ears over and over again, and if it weren't for the crowd that was still observing, he most probably would've cried.

Something ripped. What if Tezuka didn't look at him the way he wanted him to?

"Buchou!" The regulars yelled, attacking the captain with hugs and hello's and just all the things Fuji couldn't do.

Somewhere in his heart, he had hoped the captain would at least come near him and greet him, but maybe that was too much to ask. Fuji's heart swelled at the sight, Tezuka had just glanced at him. Those deep, hazel eyes whose depth he had almost forgotten graced his presence just now. His mind soared at the feeling, but it stopped.

Why did a glance mean so much to him that he couldn't look away when to Tezuka, it wasn't so important, that he already moved on and set his eyes on something else?

Something resonated. What if he really had moved on? He asked himself, smile not faltering. All he had to do was pretend for the time being and when it was all done, he would finally be able to release all that he tried to hold in.

The regulars broke away from the embrace and lined up once again to give each of them a chance to talk properly to the captain. Once Eiji was beside Fuji, he nudged the stoned smiling tensai. "Nya, Fujiko why aren't you joining the fun? You're supposed to be the one who's most stoked to see buchou," he whispered, eyebrows knitting together in worry.

Fuji didn't answer, he just smiled. Or maybe he did answer. He didn't know.

To be continued...


A/N I had to stop it there haha so the next chapter would be dedicated to the most important part of the first fifth of this story. Speaking of the length of this, I'm nowhere near sure about how long this would be but I'm certain it would be less than 20, if not 20.