Yukimura stomped his right foot against the ground in annoyance. Arms crossed over his chest as a deep frown marked his previously smiling face.

This moment was one of those days when he wished he's sick enough to go out and enjoy the sun's heat.

This was among those days when he wished he was inside their tennis courts to exercise enough authority amongst his teammates.

This was among those days when he silently wished he was god, always ready to punish every painful existence that breathes on ground.

In short, he's not in the mood.

Sitting across the blue-haired captain was his eternal, demonic, utterly undesirable nemesis, Fuji Syusuke.

Yukimura's frown deepened.

He hated this.

"So…what's this all about?" came the genius's question.

Yukimura raised a brow, which only earned him a wider smile from the other guy.

"That's my line." he muttered.

"Oh? Is it? You came all the way calling up early in the morning to set up this stupid lunch, and now you're claiming that I stole your line. Nice."

Yukimura glared at him.

"..and that's only because you happen to be the stupid person who answered Tezuka's phone…"

Fuji smiled.

"I'm glad you were aware that you're a disturbance to our morning routine…"

"Well I don't have any regrets for stopping your apparent stupidity." Yukimura countered with a smile.

Fuji smiled back, hiding his desire to simply knock the other guy unconscious.

None of them wished to be with each other's company. And they both were aware of that. That's all the more reason why they have to have this confrontation-to settle everything once and for all.

The drink they ordered had arrived. A glass of lemonade and grape juice for Yukimura and Fuji respectively.

"You should stop your habit of deciding things for others." Fuji commented, looking at his glass disagreeably.

"It's not like I'm giving you any choices. I paid for it." Yukimura countered.

"You don't need to. I'm rich enough to pay for a drink."

"Oh? I never knew."

Fuji ignored the comment and went on teasing the other guy instead.

"I've heard how desperate you were to see Tezuka. Seems like he really doesn't notice you at all." he began. "Well, I don't blame him for staying away from you. You're not that worthy of his attention." the tensai continued with a smile.

Yukimura leaned back against his chair.

"As far as I know, that situation only happens due to unnecessary disturbances caused by someone, who seemed to be totally deprived of his presence."

Fuji's raised a brow on the statement.

"Are you telling me that I'm a disturbance?"

"Precisely."

"And you are not?"

"Why would I? I keep him some good company."

Fuji gave out a sharp sigh as he shifted on his seat.

"You know I wouldn't take that." he said.

Yukimura eyed him in fake confusion.

If there was one thing Fuji hated the most about the person who was seated across him, that was Yukimura's way of faking his reactions.

Fuji once thought they had the same forte, which is of course, partly correct. But as disgusting as it could be, he had to admit that Yukimura always, most of the times, looked more convincing.

Well what else could have made Tezuka swoon over him if not of 'that' godsend talent of his?

On a second thought, does Tezuka ever swoon over somebody? 'Hardly', Fuji thought.

"Fine. Why don't we have a bet instead?" he offered.

Yukimura smiled, and though he never said it, Fuji knew the other was thinking just of the same thing.

"The first one who'll lay Tezuka on bed wins. Of course, the loser has to stay away right after. Sounds fair?"

Yukimura smirked. The thought of having this cheap bet against Fuji is despicable. He never thought he'll reach the point when he has to conjure with the tensai. If not because of what's at stake, he'll never do this. But he can't just back off, can he?

"Deal." he agreed.

And so, the inevitable face-off of the two beauties began.

"Fuji..what are you-**Matte!" Tezuka cried out as he felt Fuji's delicate fingers caress a certain part of his lower body.

Whatever was happening, the Seigaku captain knew he had to do something to stop this. He would've if not because of the sudden weakness he felt under Fuji's touches. The kind of touches which leaves anybody crave for more.

"Stop this right now, Fuji." he commanded in a whisper.

He was helplessly pinned against the door of the Student Council Office, and Tezuka couldn't thank for more now that all of his colleagues had gone home. God knows what would happen if others see him in this state.

Fuji smiled as he locked his eyes on his captain, hands still busy caressing Tezuka's hardening erection.

"Doesn't it feel good, buchou?" he teased, giving more pressure on the object of his caresses as means to emphasize his point.

Tezuka groaned.

"I…I don't need to-" Tezuka's statement was swallowed by his own groan as Fuji unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock, all the while giving those gentle caresses, and now the mind-blowing pumps.

Tezuka never felt so must shame in his entire life by then. Shame because of the fact that he loved the sensation Fuji was giving him.

"Fuji-"

Then came the knock on the door. As if by instinct, Tezuka immediately pushed himself away from the tensai, fixed himself, and opened the door as if nothing happened.

"Yes?" Tezuka asked the person in front of him right after he held the door open. Fuji gaped. If there was a person who was really a good actor, that would be his captain. Not him, not Yukimura, not anyone else.

"Can I help you?" Tezuka asked the same person.

"There's a Yukimura Seiichi who just called on the phone. He said it was an emergency. Seems like he was rushed to a hospital or something." the petite lady, whom Fuji recognized as Tezuka's secretary, said.

"Did he give any specifics?"

"No, not really..just that..he needs you to be there." the gal replied.

"Alright. Thanks for the info, Aya."

The gal just smiled. "And hey…you know….I..uhm….I apologize for disturbing you guys….I mean uhm…I'm really sorry…" Aya said with a blush as she slightly scratch her cheek with her finger.

Tezuka raised a brow in question.

The petite gal just shrugged as she looked at the confused captain. She gave a meaningful glance at Fuji's direction, who looked as innocent as ever, before leaning closer so that only her and Tezuka can only hear each other.

"I suggest you use three more buttons of your shirt before going out…..and please do buckle your belt tighter….you might be compromised." she whispered, in a tone marked with utmost sincerity to her president's dilemma.

Tezuka's eyes widened in realization. Aya gave her a soft tap on the shoulder and a gentle smile before heading off.

"She doesn't look like she enjoyed my presence." Fuji said with a smile when the young gal was completely out of sight.

He curiously looked at his captain, who remained fixed on his spot near the door. Completely silent and immobile.

"Tezuka?..Don't you think it's time to continue where we lef-"

"Get out."

Fuji blinked as if something just suddenly came across his sight, not believing his initial thought of what he just heard.

"Tezu-"

"I don't need to repeat myself, Syusuke Fuji. I don't have any business with you so please leave." Tezuka said in a manner that sent daggers of shame, anger, and repulsion to tennis tensai.

He could deliver his rebuttal if he wanted to. He could even play reverse the situation if he deemed it necessary.

But no.

The way Tezuka looked at him with those cold hazel eyes made him back off. He doesn't want to admit, but he felt scared.

After few moments of silence, Fuji retreated the room without a word. Tezuka slammed the door behind his teammate and punched the wall with his bear hand.

It was all a mistake.

Author's Note:

After almost a lifetime of fanfiction deprivation, I finally made an update. (at least...)

(Doing my research paper really takes a lot of time..*sigh*)

Thanks for the read!

Enjoy!