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Fuji leaned against the fence just outside the tennis courts of Hyotei. He had just been meaning to head home but his feet, treacherous body parts that they were, had led him to Hyotei. It would be a lie to say that Fuji had not been thinking about Atobe and Sanada since that fight at the diner. The whole affair had been so very emotional that even Fuji had felt something from it. Watching the obvious connection the two shared, and the strong bond that flowed between then Fuji found himself doubting just how much he really cared about Tezuka. Sure he had stalked the other boy for years, and he was dedicated to Tezuka, and there was a heavy dose of lust but.... love? Fuji could not honestly say he felt anything close to love for the other boy.
All of this introspection had led Fuji to wonder just how Atobe and Sanada had turned out. For once his usual circle of gossips had failed to provide any information and the strong curiosity had grown. So tonight, Fuji had found himself waiting outside of the tennis courts for Atobe to go by. It sounded like practice had ended but he had yet to see anyone come by him.