A/N: So hello and welcome to Perfect Boy Evolution! Chapter 2, this story is so fun to write (as long as writer's block stays far, far away -waves stick.) For those of you still waiting for Lost Fantasies to be updated, don't worry, it will, it just is going through some revisions, I promise I have not given up on it. And yes, I did kinda steal the plot from Wallflower, but it's not Wallflower so don't worry. In this chapter, I've added some subtle tango pair because I'm trying to decide if I like them or not...eh, and yeah. That's about it, I guess.

Question: What's Oshitari's sister's name? I haven't read the manga, because reading such a long manga online is a bitch. It's just really annoying to write it as 'Oshitari's sister' all the time, and I rather not make up a name unless I absolutely have to. So if you know, please tell me!

Shameless YGO plug: Err...like bold text says, this is a shameless Yu-Gi-Oh plug. Feel free to skip if you don't like shameless plugs. My cousin put up her beautiful Prideshipping story on my account, so if you have a chance. Go check it out! it's a great piece of dramatic angst.

Chapter 2

"Tezuka ran away again, didn't he?" Oshitari Yuushi sounded supremely amused as he followed his boyfriend to the kitchen to fetch more beer. It was getting to be midnight and the party, even with a smaller crowd than usual, it showed no signs of diminishing early. "Pity, Echizen's sitting there all alone again."

Fuji chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Maybe it was a bad thing that I did?"

"Don't blame yourself like that, Syusuke, you know that it's impossible to know these things, genius or not. Besides, you didn't force Echizen on Tezuka—or, no, actually you kind of did. But it's not like it's your fault because Echizen's sitting there like some lovesick puppy."

"You're horrible, Yuushi."

"Shoot me for trying to make you feel better." Oshitari shrugged, as he opened the fridge, "But I could have sworn the library closed at ten."

"It did."

"So is Tezuka spending the night at the library?"

"Maybe." Fuji shrugged, "I wouldn't put it past him."

"Don't you worry about him?" Oshitari pressed, although tactfully.

Fuji bit his lip again, "...I should. But Tezuka's not the type of person that inspires worry. He's all right. If he's not camping out at the library, he's probably hiding out at Atobe's place."

"Atobe?" Oshitari looked surprised, "I thought he'd be here."

"Yeah well." Fuji was grinning, "School night, remember? Sanada keeps him under house arrest."

"Oh, right. I forget. You do that to me, you know."

Fuji rolled his eyes, "Yuushi, if you feed me any more sappy lines like the lovesick schoolgirl that I know you really are, I swear I'm going to throw up." He even backed up his threat by moving over to the sink.

"Must we be so drastic?" Oshitari grinned as he gathered Fuji into his arms, and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's neck, "I'll make it up to you if you're really so angry..." So saying, he slipped one of his hands under Fuji's shirt and roamed until --

A whine inevitably escaped Fuji's lips, "...Yuushi...you al—you always have to take the most inappropriate times to--"

"I can't help it." Oshitari smirked, "I find you delectable."

A slight clink to the kitchen counter pulled Fuji effectively from his haze. He had heard the same clink many times before. It was the clink of Tezuka's keys. Which meant that Tezuka had returned. There was a thump, too. Tezuka's bag.

"I think your guests are thirsty." And then finally, Tezuka's voice.

It wasn't that Fuji was ashamed of Oshitari, no, it wasn't anything like that at all. He wriggled out of his boyfriend's grasp, only because he knew how awkward it was for Tezuka to watch them grope in the kitchen. Now, if some other (un?)lucky person had walked in on them, he would have let Oshitari continue.

But Tezuka...Tezuka had an uncanny knack for walking into the middle of some opportune moment and failed to enjoy any one. Fuji just smiled at him, "Saa, I'm sorry, Yuushi was distracting me. Did you finish your paper?"

"Most of it, some parts need to be revised."

Fuji looked at his roommate again, and because he was adept at reading people that refused to be read, (why was Tezuka the only one in this category?) he had the feeling that Tezuka wanted to say something else...but of course he couldn't say it with Oshitari present. Else, why would he bring up something so trivial?

Tezuka was never trivial. Unless there was something else he wanted.

"Yuushi, I think Tezuka might be right, we did keep our guests waiting." He gestured to the six packs that had gone momentarily forgotten, "Do me a favor and take these out?" After sparing Tezuka another glance, Fuji added, "And make sure Ryoma doesn't come in the kitchen?"

Oshitari rolled his eyes, but Fuji knew the other was very amused, "You know, Tezuka, if you keep playing hard to get, it's just going to make Echizen think that he needs to come on stronger."

Tezuka colored, just very slightly, and he pressed his lips tight together.

"Yuushi..."

"All right, all right. Just adding my two cents..."

-

"How can you stand him?"

Fuji stood still at the kitchen counter. The question cut through the indistinct gurgle he heard in the living room. There were cheers, a few insults, and general cheeriness because more beer had finally been delivered. Fuji's head swam, just a little. And to his rather fuzzy mind, Tezuka almost sounded jealous, "Yuushi's a sweetheart...most times. When he's not, he's just a sappy schoolgirl."

Tezuka said nothing.

"Tezuka?"

"Nothing. I want a beer."

Tezuka didn't drink often, Fuji knew that, because Tezuka played tennis. Well, so did Fuji, so did Oshitari, so did Ryoma, who only joined the team to snag Tezuka's attention, but that was irrelevant to his current thought. Tezuka was the only athlete that Fuji knew of that was uptight about drinking. He was about to cross over to get a can from the fridge when he decided that trying his luck wouldn't hurt. "There's beer in the living room."

"Echizen's out there."

Fuji said, "He's half drunk like everyone else, he probably won't notice you. Stop being so stubborn."

What happened next wasn't entirely clear because Fuji was just a bit tipsy, but he could have sworn that Tezuka had moved right next to him in less than an instant, and for a long moment, he stared at his roommate's face inches away from his own, and Tezuka's breath was moist on his skin. Was he...that close?

He was.

But then he wasn't.

Tezuka got himself a beer from the fridge, "You're just as stubborn as I am. Is my room all right?"

"Your room is fine." Fuji's head was still swirling, maybe he was more drunk than he thought he was.

Tezuka left the kitchen. Fuji heard a door open and close.

A moment passed. Fuji shook himself and rejoined the crowd. He settled himself comfortably on Oshitari's lap and took a sip from his boyfriend's beer.

Echizen, who was reaching for another beer, looked up and watched him, "Fuji-senpai, where's buchou?"

In his room, Fuji almost said, but didn't. He shrugged, "Tezuka said he had a headache."

-

1 AM

And his living room, for the most part, was fine, except for a few stains on the carpet here and there. Just a moment ago, his last guests, Oshitari and Ryoma respectively had ambled out fairly drunk, and he sincerely hoped that they weren't going to crash.

He was now sprawled out on his couch, Fuji guessed he was drunk enough to deem the couch comfortable.

"You're not going to sleep on the couch, are you?"

Fuji opened one eye, "...Yuushi?"

"No, Tezuka."

"Oh, Tezuka." Fuji grinned in the general direction of the hazy figure. "Hi, Tezuka. The couch is comfortable. Want to join me?" He stretched out his arms in invitation.

"You're drunk."

"Tipsy." Fuji pouted.

Tezuka sighed, "You're impossible." He approached the couch and grabbed Fuji's arms, "Come on, get up and go to bed. You can't be that drink."

"I told you I was tipsy, I'm just too lazy to get up..." Fuji lay perfectly still and grinned up at him.

"Get up." Tezuka repeated. "You're going to get a cramp. If this causes you to miss tennis practice tomorrow, I won't forgive you."

"Mou, Tezuka is mean."

"I'm not."

Drunk, tipsy, whatever Fuji was, he was definitely not sober, and Tezuka knew he was not going to get anywhere trying to reason with someone not sober. He changed tactics and gathered Fuji up in his arms, the other was surprisingly light.

Fuji giggled and hid his face in the crook of Tezuka's neck.

"Ne, Tezuka, you smell nice."

It tickled. Having Fuji so close was a frightening sensation. It was best to get it over with as quickly as possible. Tezuka turned down the hallway and when he reached Fuji's room; somehow, he managed to open the door without letting Fuji fall.

Tezuka set his roommate down on the bed. Fuji fell back against the mattress and giggled some more. He raised one hand and combed through Tezuka's hair, twisting one particularly unruly lock around his finger.

"Tezuka's hair is nice and soft."

Tezuka stared down into hazy blue eyes, and then --

Fuji kissed him.

And giggled.

"Tezuka was oddly warm all over, and when he looked down, Fuji was still giggling.

Getting out of Fuji's room was suddenly a good idea. It had always been. Tezuka practically ran.

-

"And what the hell happened to you, Did you get run over by a truck?" Atobe Keigo peered over at him curiously, "Did you get run over by a truck?" The question was repeated after a moment of silence.

Tezuka stared down at his hands; he almost wished that he was run over by a truck, a truck made everything simpler. He tapped his racket absently against one knee, "...Does it look that bad?"

He felt Atobe's eyes on him, studying him, "No, as far as I can tell, no bruises, but...you look traumatized. Are you sure you're up for running practice today?"

"Of course."

Atobe made a sound in his throat that sounded mildly disbelieving. After a while, Sanada Genichirou joined them in the bleachers and with his arrival, Tezuka was demoted to third wheel, again. He was the third wheel a lot lately, and even though he didn't exactly mind...it was just a little bit annoying.

Which was saying a lot since Tezuka didn't find a whole lot of things annoying.

"Yanagi said his grandmother got sick, so he went back home, he won't be back until the end of this week...he apologizes." Sanada told him.

Tezuka nodded, his eyes on the courts, most of the underclassmen had shown up already, and had taken the initiative to start their daily stretches. Which left only Fuji, Oshitari, and Echizen Ryoma.

"Hi, buchou."

Tezuka thought too soon. As their youngest club member stared at him, Tezuka knew that Atobe was smirking and Sanada was probably trying his best not to join in. He gave a neutral nod, "Echizen."

"Is your headache better?"

Headache? Had he had a headache? Tezuka wasn't quite sure, but he could definitely feel a headache coming on. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stood up, "Quit standing around, we're late in starting practice."

Echizen's face fell, and Tezuka turned away. Atobe was still sniggering, and Sanada was biting his lip.

"Atobe, 50 laps."

"Tyrant." But Atobe was still smirking as he got up and jogged towards the track.

Fuji and Oshitari never did arrive for practice.

-

Fuji was sitting at the table, going over some photos, when he heard the door open and slam. He waited for the clink and there was none.

"If you needed to skip practice, at least have the decency to tell me."

Fuji looked up, "I called you, your phone wasn't on."

Tezuka immediately dug out his phone, indeed, the screen flashed: 3 missed calls.

"See?" Fuji smiled, "Come on, now, don't be so mad, I threw up this morning, so I decided not to go. Yuushi took care of me, that's why he wasn't there either."

'What did I tell you' came to mind, but after Fuji had said 'thrown up,' Tezuka reconsidered. "Where's Oshitari now?"

"He went home." Fuji said, turning back to the photos. "He had stuff to do and I had stuff to do."

"But aren't you still not feeling well? Why didn't you tell me earlier before I left?" Guilt was a strange emotion.

"Saa, you were gone when I woke up." Fuji shrugged, "Besides, didn't your exams start today? It'd be inconsiderate of me if I kept you from exams. Mine don't start until Thursday. Did I miss anything for practice?"

"Not much. Atobe got 50 laps."

"Why?"

Tezuka looked at Fuji, hard, the smile was the same, innocently curious. Maybe Fuji had been drunk enough yesterday to not remember. He had thrown up...after all. Maybe he didn't remember. But the thought of it made Tezuka's lips burn. "It was a misunderstanding."

"Oh." Fuji didn't look convinced, but he let it go, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet. Have you?"

"No. I'm going to eat when I go on my date, though."

"With Oshitari?" There was that third wheel feeling. Again.

Fuji grinned, "No, silly. With you."