Disclaimer: PoT not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Seigaku days
Summary: Tezuka was convinced that it was a foolproof plan to display his affections.
Word Count: 354
Laps.
Tezuka was patient.
He had to be.
As a tennis captain, he would have to suffer through groups of giggling girls trailing behind him and endure the problems and disruptions that his over-energetic team caused.
Though that didn't mean he left them unpunished – the tennis club, of course. Not his fangirls, although on some days, Tezuka wished he could just bash his tennis racquet against their skulls and put them out of their misery. But he could never allow himself to do so.
Tezuka firmly believed that running endless laps around the tennis courts solved most of life's problems. It made Kaidoh and Momoshiro stop arguing, or at least, after their 37th lap, both were too out-of-breath to continue their vicious banter. Inui now kept his eyes above Kaidoh's waistline in the showers, after Tezuka pulled him aside at the end of practice one day and graciously bestowed him with fifty laps for inappropriate staring. Running laps even made Echizen stop drinking Ponta. The only snag was that once the laps were completed, he would immediately reach for another can of sugary diabetes-inducing sweetness.
So it was natural for Tezuka to assume that distributing laps would be the best way to win Fuji over.
It made Tezuka uncomfortable to know that his feelings towards the tensai were far from platonic. If they were, then Tezuka wouldn't be waking up in a sticky mess in the mornings, nor would he suddenly turn hard at the sight of Fuji's ass as the owner bent over to retrieve a tennis ball.
Tezuka was young, and despite the fact that most considered him to be far older than he looked, he still was quite uneducated in the ways of sexual matters. All he knew was that this attraction was interfering with tennis, and he had to get rid of it.
And the only way to do so would be for him to come clean with Fuji and tell him.
But five weeks later, Tezuka was slowly losing patience.
He didn't understand why Fuji hadn't realized that the twenty extra laps everyday was his blatant sign of affection.
---owari---