Fuji didn't bother showering after he had finished his laps, he wasn't that bad off. Changing quickly he headed to where Atobe was waiting. He gave the other a mild look, hitching his bag on his shoulder and heading off Seigaku grounds towards where Atobe no doubt had the car waiting ( Read more... )

Fuji walked down the street, hands in his pockets and a smile clear on his face. He needed some new grip tape, and his water bottle had 'mysteriously dissapeared' (in truth it had been subjected to a random act of Inui juice related violence). He was also out of spare tennis balls. He would steal them from the school if he wasn't 100 percent sure ( Read more... )

Fuji lay face down on his bed and looked through his cell phone's address bok. It had been a while since he had called and talked to Yuuta. Pressing the send button Fuji placed the phone to his ear and waited for Yuuta to pick up as he picked up a tennis magazine and started flipping through it.

Fuji idly stared in the teachers direction during english class. He didn't really need to pay attention and it wasn't like anyone was going to reprimand him. For one thing, no one was able to tell if he was paying attention or not. Unlike Eiji who seemed to be reading a manga inside of his upside down English book but Fuji couldn't be sure. Fuji ( Read more... )

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