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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

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[oresamada]

Atobe walked with his hands in his pockets and his head slightly down. Not far enough that he looked ashamed of himself, but perhaps far enough to not seem too proud.

"I hadn't either."

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Fuji slid into the open car, setting his bag carefully on the floor. He waited for Atobe to get in, the servant shutting the door and walking to the front of the car to start it up. Once they were moving he spoke again. "Is there something that you want to talk about? Such as my buchou's blatant and ill timed masochism?"

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Atobe glanced out the window. "I don't know what you're talking about. Surely you can't be refering to what I think you are."

Atobe tried not to sound defensive. He didn't need to. He didn't do anything wrong, not now and not back then. That was Tezuka's fault. Both times actually. Yes, Atobe wasn't at fault at all.

Now matter how guilty he felt about it.

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Fuji sighed moving to lean against Atobe's side. His cute, wonderful, sexy, and amazing boyfriend had such a complex.

"Maa, I'm talking about you getting into a fight with Tezuka because Momo was doing the jack knife wrong." He lifted Atobe's arm, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"I'm also referring to you still being upset at my buchou for sacrificing his shoulder in an entirely too risky, but amazingly sexy, tennis match when he was 14."

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