A/N: Still not up to par, but I really didn't want this story to die...x.x So I worked hard, this is the showing of a two week's work, and it's mostly a filler because I think I have really lost it when it comes to writing. Still, thanks for all who are really patient, and thanks for all your kind reviews, I love you all!

Chapter 4


"So...how was it?"

Fuji smirked, although Oshitari couldn't see over the phone. "Just as bad as we expected. He asked me how I planned to afford Giovanni's. That was the first thing he asked me. I told him he was rude." He laughed, "I guess...it's very like Tezuka. He lectured me about wine too...oh, and we kissed."

"Didn't I tell you not to rush things?" Oshitari was evidently disapproving, but for all the wrong reasons. Either he was that confident in his own abilities, or he was just being very, very Oshitari. Fuji wasn't exactly sure.

"It wasn't my fault." Fuji wrinkled his nose, "He wanted to."

"Really." There was obvious doubt in his boyfriend's voice.

"Yes, really." Fuji sighed, "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"I can't help it." Oshtari's laugh sounded richly over the phone, "It's why you love me, anyway." A pause, "Feel like going to sleep soon?"

Fuji snuggled deeper into his pillow, "...Mm, not yet. How'd your day go?"

"I babysat Gakuto for dinner, I'm back in the dorms now. He's really getting to be a brat." Oshitari sighed, "I don't know what I'm expected to do with him."

A smirk tugged at the edge of Fuji's lips, "Well, Gakuto-chan is your cousin, no? He's just learning what he sees, Yuushi." Mukahi Gakuto was Yuushi's twelve-year-old cousin, frequently an inconvenience in all ways possible.

A pause, "Ow."

"I'm kidding." Fuji smiled, "You're just that fun to tease."

Oshitari snorted, "I can see that. But honestly, are you sure Tezuka will be up to it? I'm always telling you not to rush things..."

"Look, you know, and I know that Ryoma's going to do something drastic one of these days, so we might as well hurry it along as we see fit. Besides..." Fuji smirked again, "This is fun, no?"

"Sometimes, I wonder about you."

That made him laugh, Tezuka had said the exact same thing, although not quite so affectionately. Which led Fuji to vaguely wonder how Tezuka would sound, when he was affectionate. He pursed his lips, "...Well, at any rate, I'm going to sleep. I promise I'll break it to him gently. Good night."

"Night."

With that, Oshtari hung up and Fuji put down his phone. He rolled over and stared idly at the ceiling. Tezuka was probably asleep by now. His roommate liked to turn in early. That thought made Fuji grin. He got up out of his own bed and went across the hall.

Tezuka always left his door unlocked when he slept.

-

Tezuka drowsed, somewhere in between waking and sleeping, it wasn't until he rolled over on his bed and hit something soft that he jerked himself from slumber. That something soft wasn't something at all. It was...

...Fuji.

Fuji Syusuke was asleep on his bed, sprawled out on his stomach with his hair mussed. He was still asleep, as far as Tezuka could tell. But how had he...last night...all sorts of thoughts that didn't have anything to do with one another were colliding against each other in his brain. At least, at the very least...Fuji was clothed.

Last night, all they did was kiss.

Once.

So how did Fuji end up in his bedroom, on his bed?

Tezuka was still pondering that, trying not to panic so much as he stared up at the ceiling. They had kissed, and Tezuka had gone off to bed, closed his door, and changed into sleepwear.

And then he had slept.

...The door.

Tezuka whipped his head over, and there it was, the door was open. So Fuji had...deliberately come in here on his own, lay down, and...

He was overthinking this.

It was too early in the morning.

Tezuka lay back down, and Fuji shifted beside him. Closer, and closer, until Tezuka could hear Fuji breathing, quite loudly. He could feel his roommate breathing too, moist and warm against the crook of his neck.

Much, much too close.

"Morning, Tezuka." Fuji spoke cheerfully, and much, much too nonchalantly.

Tezuka promptly fell off the bed in his haste to get away. He landed unceremoniously on his head, and Fuji peered over the edge of his bed, amused, "...What's with you? So uncoordinated in the morning."

There was a bump on the back of his head, and he rubbed it. "I should be asking you that. What's with you? Why are you in my bed?"

"I walked across the hall." Fuji said, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his eyes, eyes that told him too little. "It's not like I grew wings. Is your head okay?"

"But...why?" Tezuka was bewildered, something he seemed to be a lot, thanks to Fuji.

Fuji shrugged one shoulder, "Your bed is warmer than mine. You can go back to sleep for ten minutes, I'll fix your breakfast."

-

Breakfast was come and gone. For once, perhaps in honor of the English and Physics exam Tezuka had to take that day, Fuji made him something edible, warm oatmeal sprinkled with cinnamon and brown sugar. Tezuka had enjoyed it very much (even though he'd never been much of a sugar person to begin with) and he had rather...awkwardly voiced his thanks.

He was lacing his shoes, when Fuji piped up with, "Ne, Tezuka?"

"Yes?"

"Was...was last night your first kiss?"

Tezuka paused, "...What...what makes you ask that?"

Fuji grinned at him, "Nothing, go take your exams...And there's no tennis practice today, right?"

"No."

"Good. Yuushi and I are hauling you shopping today." Fuji said, "In order to make sure you're successful in all aspects of dating, you need clothes. Yuushi studies fashion, you know, so we'll need him today. So try to behave?"

Tezuka stared, clenching his teeth so that his jaw wouldn't drop. Fuji and Oshitari were actually taking this 'dating' thing seriously? In Tezuka's opinion, they were taking it too far. "My clothes are fine. Besides, I can't pay for luxuries like clothes right now." He barely had enough for his textbooks. He wasn't poor, but he didn't spend money on anything outside of necessities

"There you go with the paying and not paying thing again." Fuji sighed, "No wonder people run away from you in relationships, you're so stingy. Well, if you really want the truth, Oshitari got this grant from his professor."

"And he's using the grant to help me buy clothes?"

"You'll have to model them. But yeah, you'll get to keep the clothes when we're done."

"I don't model." Tezuka said, needing an aspirin very badly at the moment. Why did they never ask permission when they did anything?

"You will eventually, we'll teach you. I'm sure you'll catch on quick, you always do." With an air of finality, Fuji walked back into the kitchen, "Get going, you're going to be late."

-

"You're laughing at me." Tezuka scowled.

And oh, how he wished that they were in tennis practice, if they had been, the gleefully guffawing Atobe, and the inconspicuously teetering Sanada would have been assigned laps until kingdom come.

But they weren't. They were in the library, flipping textbooks on Quantum physics. "It's not funny."

"Course it's funny, even Genichirou thinks it's funny." Atobe grinned, "Genichirou never thinks anything is funny."

Tezuka sighed as Sanada forced a chuckle back and gave Atobe a shove, it was one of those little shoves that made Tezuka half sick just looking...and it didn't seem like Sanada at all. But then again, Sanada didn't seem very much like Sanada Genichirou when he was around Atobe Keigo.

Perhaps, it was doomed to be like that, and Tezuka was in too much of a straightjacket to even attempt finding out. He heaved a heavy sigh and began to put his things in order, trying not to fume.

"No, honestly, Tezuka-kun, don't get mad." They were only a mere three days apart, but Atobe liked being insufferable and usually tried to rub it in, his friend draped a daring arm around his shoulder and Tezuka immediately tensed. "Ore-sama agrees that it's a grand idea that Fuji and Oshitari are going out of their way to pretty you up...I think you're overdue for it anyway."

Tezuka bit his tongue, hard.

"Keigo, stop it." Sanada said, but didn't sound all that stern about it.

Atobe only nudged Tezuka on the shoulder, knowingly, "See, even Genichirou's getting jealous of you already. Don't worry, Ore-sama will make you over personally if you want--"

"Keigo."

"I'm just kidding." Atobe took his arm away and he rolled his eyes like the drama queen he was doomed to be. "You're just as dense as Tezuka sometimes..."

"Am not." Sanada said stiffily.

Tezuka was both grateful and horrified. Grateful, because when Atobe and Sanada bickered, they tended to forget about everything else—even the heads slowly turning in their direction. That gave Tezuka ample excuses to slip out of the library unnoticed. Horrified, because Atobe's mention of his name somehow meant an insult.

Atobe Keigo was doomed to run laps for the rest of his life, Tezuka would make damn sure of it.

-

In the end, Tezuka ended up being late in meeting Fuji and Oshitari. He hated being late for anything, even if the meeting was trivial and was sure not to amount to much. Although they didn't seem to really mind his lateness. They were quite preoccupied with each other on the bench, and Tezuka almost turned around and went somewhere else.

"Come on, Tezuka, do you hate us that much?" Fuji smiled innocently at him.

"No. I just wish...you could try to be decent." He said while Oshitari fixed him with an irritating smirk.

Oshitari had the nerve to say, with a nearly straight face, "Well, I was just checking if Syusuke's tonsils were still intact." Shrugging one shoulder, "It's not like I was doing anything indecent."

Tezuka wondered about that, he was no doctor, but he was pretty sure that checking the state of one's tonsils did not involve shoving a tongue down the said person's throat, but who was he to say anything?

Fuji took pity on him, "Yuushi, stop it, you're going to traumatize Tezuka."

Oshitari looked at Tezuka and blinked, "He's already traumatized...besides, he hangs out with Sanada and Atobe, and I don't see how they don't traumatize him..."

That comment earned Oshitari a cold look from Fuji, who stood up and walked to Tezuka's side, "Don't you dare put me in the same class as Atobe." To Tezuka, he smiled cheerily and said, "Don't mind Yuushi, he's just cranky from babysitting." His smile slipped a little, "Are you all right?"

"Yes, sort of." Tezuka was quick to add, "It's not exactly your fault."

"Good." Fuji smiled again, reaching for Tezuka's hand, he threaded it carefully through his own fingers.

"What are you doing?" Tezuka asked, feeling just a little bit strange, since Oshitari, Fuji's real boyfriend, was sitting right there.

"Syusuke, what are you doing? He's even paranoid about holding hands." Oshitari sighed, getting up himself and draping an arm around Fuji's shoulders, succeeding in making Tezuka feel even more awkward, because he and Fuji were still technically holding hands. The strangest thing was that Oshitari didn't exactly seem to mind.

Fuji just grinned at him again, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Tezuka just needs to get used to this type of thing, right? I mean, it's just me."

Tezuka gave Oshitari a questioning look, to ask if he minded, but the other boy only shrugged one shoulder.

"Now, come on, we have to get there before the boutique closes." Fuji pulled him along. "Yuushi went through the trouble of making you an appointment too, you should at least try to make it on time."

Oshitari just shrugged again, both shoulders this time.

Tezuka gave up, and instead, concentrated on Fuji's hand resting in his. Fuji's fingers cradled his palm and it was subtle enough for it not to be too embarrassing.

Tezuka almost managed to convince himself that he liked it.