"Whoa, wait, what are you doing?!" Yukimura said backing few steps as he shielded his chest away from Renji who was so intent on unbuttoning his shirt.

It was his first day back at school. So when the data specialist called him to meet, Yukimura had assumed that it was purely related to tennis.

"This is not funny," Yukimura said, frowning at the other guy.

"The biggest advantage we have is the element of surprise, Seiichi. We can't do that if you don't cooperate and I-"

"Okay, wait," Yukimura straightened himself and stared at his friend. "Is this about that favor I asked you?"

"Of course."

The blue-haired captain shut his eyes with a sigh of resignation. "Okay..but..why are you -" he threw a glare at Renji " - trying to get rid of my shirt?"

"It's never on my intention, believe me," Yanagi paused, thinking of how to say it well enough without offending his captain. "..but you could use a little bit of skin to attract Sanada's attention."

Yukimura raised a brow, and Renji swore he felt intimidated. "You're telling me to whore myself over to Sanada? Renji please, that's not happening."

"You asked for my favor, so I'm just doing my part. If it doesn't work, I'll be glad to step out of the way."

'Reasonable as ever,' Yukimura thought. Still, this whole idea of makeover or whatever it is that Renji's suggesting sounds...weird. "I am not cross dressing."

"You don't have to. You're beautiful as is."

The tennis captain was taken aback by the honesty of that comment and he couldn't fight the blush that crept on his cheeks. Before he could embarrass himself even more, he cleared his throat and eyed his friend. "Fine. Just today. What do we do?"

All eyes darted at Yukimura's direction when he stepped inside class 3-A, - same section where Marui, Niou and the subject of his affection, Sanada belongs to.

He ignored the surprised gasps from the girls seated on the front row, ignored the teasing grin drawn all over Niou's face, and shut away his hears to Marui's audible giggles across the room as he started taking pictures of him. Yukimura swore to burn the camera before the day ends.

He found the reactions reasonable though. With how he looked, he sure would've surprised himself under a different circumstance.

White shirt with the first three buttons undone - just enough to provide a significant view to his well-toned chest, a silver necklace too dazzling for his own liking. For an added feel, as what Renji suggested, he left his shirt untucked.

And yes the hair. Renji insisted that he have it tied in a ponytail. Yukimura refused. At first. But when he saw how he looked in the mirror that morning, he agreed. He just wished Renji made use of other hair ties other than the one with this floral design.

He walked towards his seat and deliberately glanced at Sanada's direction who seemed to be frozen on his spot at the far right corner of the classroom. He smiled at his vice-captain, and he saw him flinch. How cute.

"Ne, buchou..." Niou started, wide grin still plastered on his face. "Okaeri!"

Yukimura would've glared under normal circumstances. But not today. Instead, he turned to face his teammate and flashed his loveliest smile that could melt the Arctics. It was then followed by some fangirl squeals somewhere inside the room, and did someone just asked for blood bags?

He saw Niou blush, and that's a good sign. It means he's getting some reaction. He hoped Sanada has the same reaction, but what welcomed him when he glanced back to look at his vice-captain, made his heart ache a bit.

Sanada was actually glaring. At him.

Niou, who saw the unspoken words between his two classmates, leaned closer and whispered, "He's glaring because you look too hot and he's jealous," He gave his captain a wink before exiting the room, saving himself from an hour long lecture from the pissed off emperor.

With the trickster gone, Yukimura suddenly felt too self-conscious, feeling pairs of eyes staring at his direction. And it doesn't help that the room's AC is at it maximum. He's starting to feel cold. He felt Sanada's presence walking towards him and he braced himself for whatever reprimand he'll receive. (because after all, Sanada's a member of the disciplinary committee and Yukimura's current attire isn't particularly favorable for what they call, standards. )

Instead of a reprimand, he felt a light weight on his shoulders as a tennis jersey jacket was flung on it. "You're still under recovery. You shouldn't be exposing yourself to too much cold."

It was Sanada.

Yukimura fell silent but clutched the jacket closer. "Yeah. Thanks."

Much to his surprise, Sanada draped an arm on his shoulder and pulled him closer to his side. "For now let's get you out and get something more decent."

"What?..wait..Sanada-"

But his vice-captain's strong arm is already dragging him, not mindful of how the whole room fell absolutely silent, apparently surprised by the scene in front of them. Yukimura was about to protest, but given his still recovering state, and Sanada's obvious stronger, muscular built, it'd be useless to free himself away. And so he allowed himself to be guided out.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

The blue-haired captain didn't know why of all places Sanada brought him to the infirmary. "I'm fine, Sanada you don't need-"

His words were cut off when Sanada placed a hand on his forehead. "No, you're not fine. Lie down. I'll call the doctor."

"I'm not a kid. Let's go back."

"Lie down, Seiichi."

Yukimura fell silent at the sound of his first name. It was the first time Sanada called him that. And he hated to admit it but he loved how his name sounded on Sanada's mouth.

"Wait. Fine..I'll stay. But don't leave. Make an excuse or whatever, just don't-"

"I'm not leaving." Sanada sighed. "..and I'm sorry for leaving you like that...the other week...at the hospital..I..can't-"

"Forget it."

"I can't Yukimura. I made a promise and I failed. I can't forgive myself for losing-"

Sanada's words were cut off when he felt Seiichi's lips against his. It was a simple smack but enough to stun Sanada and leave him shocked. "I said forget it," Yukimura said.

"..you don't understand, I-"

"Sanada, if you don't shut up I'm gonna kiss you for real."

Moments of awkward silence fell between the two of them before Yukimura decided to break the ice to save them both from the impending embarrassment. "All right...I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me."

Sanada gave him a confused look. Yukimura grabbed his collar and pulled him close. "Stay still, don't move and absolutely no questions allowed.,"

And then he clashed their lips together.

OWAR DA.

SY: Ok...well..