Death by.... !
It was the height of summer, and practically everyone was wilting under the invasive heat and humidity.
"Someone kill me now..." moaned Momoshiro, fanning at himself with his racquet cover.
Fuji smiled, and pulled out a small white tube from his bag. "Menthos?" he offered.
Momoshiro brightened up immediately. "Thank you..." he started, his hand reaching out for the desired sweet.
"NYAH! MENTHOS!" Kikumaru Eiji bounced up from behind and launched himself at the sweets. There was a moment of chaos, as boy met hand met sweet, and a single perfectly round piece of Menthos flew up into the air and ... into Tezuka's nose.
"..."
"Nyah! Sorry Tezuka!" Eiji was abjectly sorry, Momoshiro was a hair's breath from fainting, Fuji was all sweet smiling evil genius, and Tezuka was turning blue.
"Tezuka?"
"Buchou?"
"...!"
"I think he's suffocating..."
"Quick! Someone give him the hug of life!"
"That's for choking, I think."
"Maybe we could hit him with a tennis ball?"
"Good idea! I don't think one is enough though..."
"Er... What exactly is the point of hitting a suffocating man with a tennis boy?"
"Dunno. But tennis has always worked so far!"
"...!!!!!"
"Oooh.... Lookit! Pretty blue..."
"---"
"I think he's stopped breathing. Now would be a good time for that tennis ball, Momo."
"Er, okay, senpai. Dunk Smash!"
"Still not breathing! Again, Momo! 110% this time!"
"Okay, clear! Dunk Smash!"
"No. 120%!"
"Dunk Smash!"
Fuji looked up, his hand held over Tezuka's nose and mouth. "Still nothing. I think we've lost him..."
"Aww..." Eiji pouted, even as Momoshiro's shoulders slumped down in defeat.
"There there, Momo. Cheer up! I'm sure Eiji would treat you to a burger!"
"Nyah?!"
"Cool!"
The three members of the Seigaku team wandered off, leaving the blue, rapidly cooling body of Tezuka behind.
Menthos. It really was a Fresh-Maker.