DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis franchise is NOT MINE.

Fuji breathed in deep and exhaled. All right. This is it. First ever crash course lesson under a good-looking Psychology professor he might just have a crush on.

He held the door knob of Tezuka's office and pushed it open. Fuji knew exactly how he would make his entrance. He will greet Tezuka, sit on the same chair he had positioned himself before and then wait for the other to start their lesson. Easy, calm and composed. That's the best approach.

But he knew everything was ruined the moment he entered the office.

Tezuka was there. On his swivel chair. With an all too eager gray-haired guy perched on his table and strategically pinning Tezuka down in what Fuji could see as an attempt to kiss his teacher.

The three of them froze.

"Oh...I'm..." Fuji stammered, looking back and forth to Tezuka and the other guy.

Tezuka cleared his throat and gently pushed the other man away. "Go back to your class, Atobe," he ordered. Firm and reprimanding.

The guy named Atobe snorted before he went down on Tezuka's desk. He passed by Fuji on the door with a look that said 'hands off' before stomping out of the faculty room. Once the gray-haired guy was out, Fuji took the initiative to close the door behind him, and sitting down on that chair he originally claimed for himself.

"So...that was..I mean.."

"Don't mind him," Tezuka said, adjusting himself on his own seat and taking out a book from the glass-covered shelves on his back. "Have you read some of the first topics?"

Tezuka sounded too formal as if the awkward situation he had been into seconds ago didn't happen. And Fuji didn't like that. He had the sudden urge to ask his professor what it was all about and if they were dating. And god...for how long have they been doing it inside the office.

"Fuji?"

He glanced up at Tezuka and nodded. "I did..."

As if seeing the distracted and hesitant look his student threw at him, he sighed and set the book aside, looking at Fuji straight in the eye.

"I don't want to make a bad impression so allow me to explain."

Fuji nodded.

The spectacled guy leaned back on his chair, resting his back on the soft cushion behind him. "That was Atobe Keigo," he said as if the name itself could explain everything.

Fuji waited for the other to continue. When none came he asked, "Should I know him?"

Tezuka looked at him in a mixed confusion and amusement. "You don't know him? Atobe Keigo of the Theater Arts Studies?"

Fuji shook his head. No.

"He's...rather popular, actually," Tezuka muttered.

"Is that so? We're on different departments so I haven't heard of him."

Tezuka nodded. "He's impulsive."

"From the looks of it, I think you two are...quite intimate," Fuji thought that sounded wrong, and he had the urge to take back what he said. He would've if not for the fact that Tezuka blushed. Oh my god! Tezuka just blushed. How gorgeous! "You are?" he asked gaping.

"N-no...No that's not it."

They both settled in silence.

"Atobe and I are childhood friends. I left for Europe to advance my studies. And when I came back...he was like that,"

Fuji frowned. "Okay..."

Another silence.

"You know what, it doesn't matter. Now, shall we start our lesson?"

Fuji nodded. "Better."

The whole session lasted for 45 minutes and consisted mainly of lectures and few questions coming from Fuji. Of course the whole thing was a piece of cake. He had learned all about it the night before. He only asked questions to see how Tezuka would answer. And to be honest, he was impressed. Kunimitsu Tezuka is not only smart. He is brilliant.

At the end of the first day lesson, Fuji found himself sighing in surrender. And finally he was sure of it Yes. He has a crush on his his Psychology professor.

A whole week passed. Fuji was enjoying his lunch at the school's cafeteria with a book at hand. He was scheduled to have an exam for his session with Tezuka later that afternoon and despite his confidence on the coverage of the test, he doesn't want to be complacent. He plans on perfecting it. Nothing less.

"Yo! Fuji!..." greeted a tall guy as he placed his tray of food on the table and sat across him. For some reason, nobody wanted to share the same table with the genius. And Fuji couldn't be more thankful. This guy however, is an exception.

"Shiraishi seriously...what are you.." Fuji looked a little bit disgusted by the fact that Shiraishi's tray has a mountain of foods ranging from a full meal to desserts, and some candies, chips, donuts...

Shiraishi just grinned, snatching Fuji's book away.

"Hey!'

"Show a little respect to food, Fuji,"

The tensai just rolled his eyes.

"So, I heard you dropped out of Psychology just to study under Tezuka-sensei. Is he really that hot?" Shiraishi asked, digging in to his chicken curry.

Fuji raised a brow in annoyance. "It wasn't because I wanted to study under him that I dropped out."

Shiraishi just shrugged, stuffing a mouthful of donuts. Fuji couldn't imagine how curry and donuts tasted and made a disgusted gesture. His friend stuffed more sandwich on his mouth and ended up choking. Fuji pushed his glass of orange juice and urged Shiraishi to drink.

"Thanks," Shiraishi breathed. "But be careful Fuji. Rumors are spreading and I don't want to see you get hurt by the TAs."

That caught Fuji's attention. "What rumors? And what's a TA?"

Shiraishi stopped his spoonful of curry in midair and stared at his friend like he just said something really offensive. "You don't know TA? Where were you this whole time?"

"Studying. Now get to the point Shiraishi."

The taller guy finished Fuji's glass of juice and looked at his friendd. "TA. Tezuka's Angels. I swear, they're like the superstars in this campus! Everyone knows them!" Shiraishi exclaimed with an exaggerated gestures of his hand that caught the attention of other students eating at a nearby table.

Fuji cleared his throat and glared at his friend to tone it down. He didn't understand what his professor and what...some angels have something to do with superstars. "Elaborate," he ordered.

Shiraishi once again gave him that look. The 'I -can't-believe-you' look. Fuji just leaned closer, anticipating another outburst from his friend. "I don't know them. And do enlighten me with those rumors coz I don't particularly like being uninformed on matters concerning me."

His friend relented, wiping the sauce around his mouth with a tissue before leaning closer to whisper Fuji in a conspiratorial manner. "Tezuka's Angels. Like literally Tezuka-sensei's official fans club here in school."

It was Fuji's time to give his friend that look. "You're kidding."

Just when Shiraishi opened his mouth to say something, loud screaming from girls were heard from the cafeteria's entrance, followed by some upbeat music in the background.

'What the hell..' Fuji thought, turning his head to see what the commotion was all about. Amidst the pool of people, mostly girls, who suddenly flooded the entrance, Fuji didn't miss that familiar gray hair he just saw earlier. Atobe Keigo. He frowned.

"Silence!" Atobe's voice boomed. Fuji shook his head in disbelief and annoyance realizing the the guy must've been using a megaphone. The background music also stopped. He looked back at Shiraishi only to find his friend in shock. "What?" he demanded.

"Is that..."

Fuji sighed and opened his mouth to say something but not until Atobe spoke. "Fuji Syusuke.." Atobe said through the megaphone. Fuji froze. He willed himself to look back at the commotion and for some reason, everyone seemed to have suddenly organized themselves so that Atobe was on his direct sight. The arrogant, gray-haired guy smirked at his direction.

"Ore-sama demands your presence for the monthly Tezuka Angels convention," he started. All eyes inside the area darted to Fuji. The genius blinked several times.

"Refusal is absolutely not an option," Atobe said before stomping out of the cafeteria tagging behind him several girls and guys in a perfect double horizontal formation.

Fuji snickered, disbelieving what he just heard. He looked back at his friend. "What was that about?"

Shiraishi swallowed hard, looking straight at Fuji. "Atobe Keigo...Tezuka Angels' president."

Fuji gaped for several seconds before his head fell back in laughter. It took him half a minute to finally suppress the laughter and looked at Shiraishi. "That guy?" Another bout of laughter.

When he noticed the worried look on his friend's face, Fuji cleared his throat and stopped laughing. "Be careful Fuji. He's not someone you want to cross."

Fuji raised a brow. Was that a threat?

"I'm serious!" Shiraishi exclaimed. "The last time one student in my class went close to Tezuka for some volunteer work, she ended up being bullied. Badly."

Fuji's face became serious, usual smile on his face vanishing. "And the teachers are allowing these things? Students bullying others?" There was a dangerous hint to his tone that made Shiraishi shiver.

They spent the rest of the time in silence. Soon after, the bell rang. Fuji said his goodbye and headed to his class. As he walked out, he saw some students flinch and walked away from him. Some stared in worry. Fuji ignored them all.

If this is how Atobe plays his game so be it. He's not particularly interested in backing off from a challenge anyway.

'And besides..' Fuji thought with a dangerous smile. 'How dare that Atobe bastard lay a finger on my professor.'

SY: You know what, I so badly to write a sane, humble, cool Atobe Keigo. But an Atobe without his narcissistic, diva tendencies is just NOT Atobe.