DISCLAIMER: No, no, no, no...Prince of Tennis is NOT MINE.

"Oh. My .God..."

Fuji rolled his eyes. He knew this would happen, which is exactly why he was quite hesitant to invite Tezuka in their house. He suspected Yumiko to overreact and be hysterical, and he wasn't sure how he'll handle her without doing anything stupid himself in front of Tezuka.

"For studies," he clarified, wanting to dismiss this short encounter and just escape and go straight to his room.

"Of course!" Yumiko said with overzealous enthusiasm that earned her a glare from her brother. She was being too obvious. "Well then, Tezuka-kun...anything you want? Coffee? Milk? Tea? Hot choco?"

Tezuka, who was standing beside Fuji gave a small smile. "Tea would be great, thanks."

"In a minute!" and then she was off, vanishing to the kitchen to prepare refreshments.

"So ugh.." Fuji started, staring at his professor - now- boyfriend. "Would you want to do the lessons here in the living room or in my room?"

Tezuka thought for a second. "Where's your laptop?"

"Upstairs."

" Your room then."

Fuji nodded and lead the way.

There wasn't any formal agreement between the two of them on how they should behave in front of others. But public display of affection was obviously something both didn't like. And so they retained that clear distance between them once they are at school and other public places.

But it' a whole new different story when they're alone. The moment they entered Fuji's room and heard the soft click of the door's lock, he found himself being pulled in a tight hug, with Tezuka planting soft kisses on his neck.

"I thought you said study first," Fuji said with a soft chuckle, not even trying to pull away.

"Just a moment," Tezuka mumbled. "I missed you.."

Fuji opened his mouth to say something, but not before Yumiko started her urgent knocking on the door. He frowned and unwillingly pushed himself away. Tezuka straightened up and allowed Fuji to open the door for his sister.

"Tadaa! Tea's ready. And fresh orange juice for you, Syusuke,"

"Thanks, nee-san," Fuji said, nonchalantly, receiving the tray from his sister. He so wanted her to leave but it was obvious how she wasn't going just yet. "What?"

She pulled her brother closer and whispered. "Since when did you two start dating? Don't lie. I knew what I saw."

Fuji shifted on his feet uncomfortably, "I'll tell you later. I promise."

Yumiko looked at him curiously and then smiled. "All right! Well then," she said glancing at Tezuka. "Have some productive lessons today!" She gave a wink to her brother before leaving.

"Does she know?" Tezuka asked, helping himself to the cup of tea on the tray.

Fuji shook his head. "Not yet. But I plan on telling her."

"So what can you tell me on that chapter I asked you to read?"

The tensai smiled bringing the tray down on his desk and taking a sip on his juice. "Lessons now?"

"You have exams coming up."

"Yeah right."

They savored the silence that followed with Tezuka sitting on the chair in front of Fuji's desk while the latter comfortably seated on his bed.

"You know what," Fuji started, standing up and walking behind his professor. He placed his now empty glass on the table and snaked an arm around Tezuka's shoulders. "I've emailed you earlier a complete copy of my thoughts and questions about that chapter. It's pretty detailed."

"So?" Tezuka asked, leaning back.

"So...other than study, what do you want to do?"

Tezuka slightly turned his head to the side. "Stop teasing."

Fuji smiled, leaning down and softly nipping Tezuka's earlobe. "Well excuse me for being a tease, professor. I miss you and we barely even talk at school. I'm famished."

"And I'm not a food," Tezuka retorted.

"But you're an important part of my diet," Fuji whispered, trailing a hand down to unbutton the Tezuka's shirt. Before he can do so, he felt the other's grip on his wrist. "What?"

"And here I thought that you're supposed to be that innocent."

Fuji pulled away and planted his hands on his waist. "Well it's because you promised that you'll help me get used to this, and you're not doing anything."

Tezuka turned, facing his student. "You don't know how much effort it takes to resist you, Syusuke."

"You don't have to hold yourself back when we're alone."

"Really," Tezuka said, slight sarcasm present on his voice.

Fuji raised a brow. "I'm serious."

Tezuka just stared at him, thinking. And even if Fuji has slightly gained immunity on his professor's scorching hot gazes, he still can't help but blush. And it's strange how Tezuka's gazes could sometimes make him feel like a spoiled brat considering that they're just about the same age.

Finally, Tezuka stood up, took his hand and pulled him to a hug. Fuji hugged him back, burying his face on the other's chest. "I love having you close by," he murmured.

"And I'm trying to be gentle here, Syusuke," Tezuka said with a strained sigh. "But you're not exactly helping if you keep on suggesting...things..."

Fuji raised his head, eyes open as he looked at his boyfriend curiously. "Then let me help."

"How?"

"Kiss me."

And Tezuka did. A smack. And Fuji pinched his arm.

"What?" Tezuka asked, a slight smile gracing his lips.

Fuji frowned, slightly pouting and blushing. "I didn't want 'that' kiss...it's supposed to be.." he gestured a hand, not exactly knowing how he would describe the thing that had previously transpired on their first kiss. He sighed when no word came to mind.

And that's when Tezuka's phone rang.

"I'll need to take this," the professor said, releasing Fuji and answering the call.

The tensai decided to sit back down on bed, watching his professor. He frowned at the apparent change in Tezuka's demeanor, with frown marring on his face and a slight glint of anger on his eyes. When he finished the call, Fuji immediately jumped in to ask who it was. He saw a slight hesitation.

"A family emergency..."

Fuji eyed him closely, doubting the veracity of the answer when Tezuka refused to look at his direction. "Everything okay?" he probed.

The other guy nodded after a second of hesitation. "But I'll need to go back."

"Of course."

Tezuka gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry,"

Fuji shook his head. "It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah.."

He walked Tezuka to their front door and saw him drive out of their house. When he went back inside, Yumiko was holding out their landline phone. Fuji took it.

"Hello?"

"Hi...is this Fuji-kun?"

Fuji frowned, not recognizing the voice from the other line. "Yes. May I know who's this please?"

"Oh yeah. I'm Yukimura Seiichi. We met before. On your first day at Tezuka's office."

"Oh...yeah...hi..." He wasn't quite sure how to proceed with the call and was wondering how this Yukimura managed to get a hold of their residence's number.

"I'm sorry for this sudden call but I'd like to make sure Kunimitsu has left. It's quite urgent."

Fuji's frowned deepened. Was Yukimura the one who called Tezuka earlier? But he said it was a family emergency. "Yeah, he just left actually. If you don't mind may I know what's this about? Our lesson was cut off coz he needs to leave."

"Oh I'm really sorry. But my sister just arrived from France. He wants Tezuka to pick her up at the airport,"

"Ughm..I'm sorry...I don't-"

"My sister is Tezuka's fiancee. They hardly meet so it's..."

Yukimura went on talking but Fuji had lost interest. His brain was plastered on one thought - Tezuka's fiancee. He brought down the phone, not even caring to say a formal goodbye. Yumiko, seeing his stunned expression, went closer.

"What is it?"

Fuji swallowed. "You never said Tezuka's engaged."

Surprise was evident on his sister's face and Fuji concluded that yes, she doesn't know anything about it as well.

"Wha- wait a minute," she said, holding up a hand. After a thought, Yumiko grabbed the phone, dialing a number.

"What are you doing?" Fuji asked.

"Calling."

"Who?"

Yumiko gave him a serious look. "Atobe."

SY: I've said this before on a story in my past account: You give your character what he or she wants...and then you take it from him.