Shishido woke up the next day to a ringing in his ears. Oh wait, that was the phone…oh well, he was awake now, he might as well pick it up.

Hang on, that can't be right. He woke up? He must've fallen asleep, after all. He'd have to scold himself for it later. He had more important things to do right now. Like pick up the phone…yes, that would probably be a smart idea.

"…Hello?"

"Eh…Shishido-san? Did I wake you up? Ah…gomen…or was I not supposed to call you? Did I interrupt something?" Otori kept babbling on the other line, and Shishido wasn't really listening. He was really happy Otori actually called him, but he was still tired.

"What time is it right now?" He asked, completely unaware he had cut Otori off mid-sentence.

"Ano…1:17." No wonder Shishido was so tired. 1:17…Otori was calling that early? Shishido thought he had more sense than to call during the dead of night. But if it was supposed to be night, why was it so brigh—Shit. Shishido slapped himself. It was 1:17 in the afternoon, not the morning. Geez, Shishido was slow today. Well, he did just wake up.

"So, what did you want to do today? Anything in particular?" Otori probably had something in mind, Shishido didn't think he was the type of person to call someone and say, "I have no clue what to do today. What about you?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you knew where the tennis courts might be…" Otori felt kind of ashamed. He should probably let Shishido choose where they would go, since he really knew the place well. So he quickly added, "But if you know a better place, I'd be just as happy to go."

The tennis courts? That would be fun. "No, the tennis courts sound great. Do you have your own racket, or do you want to borrow one of mine? I use a Japanese brand, so it should be fine for you to use. None of that American junk you saw yesterday."

"Ah, no, I have my own…" Borrowing a racket from Shishido didn't sound like a bad idea, except Otori would probably never give it back. He would want to take it and keep it, and just stare at it the whole time…

"I'll pick you up right now, then?" This question was followed by Shishido's stomach letting out a small growl. Oh right, he forgot that he hadn't even had breakfast yet.

"But you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Otori asked, concerned. Playing…well, no, doing anything on an empty stomach wasn't very fun, he knew.

"I'll grab a bite on my way."

"That would be a good idea." Otori smiled and started picking out a more suitable outfit. He had a feeling he'd be hanging out with Shishido a lot in three weeks. "I'll see you later then," he told Shishido.

"Yep. I'm on my way." And with that, they both hung up.

Once Otori found a comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt, he quickly pulled them on. As he imagined himself spending a day with Shishido, he grinned to himself, but quickly reminded himself that he shouldn't be thinking of such things. He picked up his tennis bag and walked out of the hotel. He decided he would just wait at the entrance, so they could leave right away.

Sitting down and taking his racket out of his bag, he played around with the strings until he overheard two people talking. In Japanese.

"Hey, Yuushi, look at that kid over there. Look, he plays tennis, and his hair is silver, do you see?"

"Gakuto, it's rude to point."

Otori looked up and, sure enough, there was a person pointing at him, talking to a taller man with blue hair.

"Now look, he noticed you talking about him, probably thinking you've never seen a person with a racket before. You should apologize." The man who was talking had a strange accent, but Otori was sure he had heard it before.

"Osaka?" Otori wondered out loud. Then, realizing that they were staring at him, he added, "I'm Japanese."

"Oh, I see…" the blue-haired man said, and then nudged the other boy. "See, Gaku, you have to be nicer to people, some of them understand what you're saying." The shorter boy grumbled a bit before going speaking to Otori.

"Gomen, gomen…"

Then a familiar voice yelled out.

"Oshitari! Otori! Hey!" Otori turned and saw Shishido running up to the three of them. He put his racket back in his bag and stood up.

"Never notices me, does he…" the shorter boy said.

"I hope you had a good breakfast, Shishido-san."

"Breakfast? It's almost 1:30, Shishido…"

"Slept in," Shishido mumbled. "Anyways, the three of you met each other?"

"Not really. Oshitari Yuushi." The taller man shook Otori's hand.

"Gakuto."

"I'm Otori Chotarou, it's nice to meet you two."

Shishido cocked his head to the side. "Let's go then. Oshitari, Gakuto, we're heading to the courts. You coming?" They both nodded. Shishido grabbed Otori's hand (Otori's stomach did a backflip at the contact) and turned around to lead him to the courts, with Gakuto and Oshitari following them in the back.

If Otori turned around, or wasn't occupied with staring at Shishido, he might've noticed Gakuto clinging on to Oshitari's arm, talking. About him. Again.

"Ne, Yuushi, don't you think so? They would be cute together, look, look, they're holding hands. Shishido needs a boyfriend, anyways. Girls would probably do stupid things like save every tissue he's used or something like that. Yuushi? Don't you think so?"

Normally, Oshitari would try making his friend shut up before he said too much, but this time, Gakuto had a point. It looked like the relationship could work, but he had to find out for certain. He took a glance at the two of them. Shishido must've finally realized what he had been doing because he had a small patch of pink on his cheek, but he still clung on to Otori's hand. Oshitari reached a decision. He would need to think of a plan.

Gakuto was one step ahead of him.

"His hotel room key…" he whispered into Oshitari's ear. Yes, this was a good idea, but it would be terrible if something went wrong and messed up the plan. Plus, they didn't even know where the key was.

Gakuto must've been reading his mind or something, since he pointed to Otori's tennis bag and said, "Keys". He must've been plotting this for a while now if he had already found out where the keys were, but that didn't matter. Pulling this off was going to be fun and really, it was…for the best. In any case, Gakuto and Oshitari loved pulling pranks. They were called the Naughty Pair for a reason. Well, of course there were a lot of different reasons, but that didn't matter.

"We're here," Shishido said as they reached the courts. He was still holding on to Otori's hand, Oshitari noticed.

Oshitari and Gakuto smirked.

Oh, yes. Very naughty.

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A/N: I'm gonna try to update this every day, but when I start getting -548312 percent on my tests, I'll have to slow it down a bit...but about the actuall story...nothing much really happened in this chapter but next chapter, for sure! Hope you liked it :)