RP Log
Who: Atobe Keigo and Tezuka Kunimitsu
What: Chatting over some really foul tea.
Rating: PG
Where: Atobe's Room
Tezuka only had to pay the barest bit of attention to notice that Atobe dropped out of the competition for sickness. The man had been noticeably miserable around campus. Having been transported with his herbal teas, Tezuka saw fit to bring one of his grandmother's creation to Atobe every so often by knocking on the door and leaving the hot cup in front of it. The tea was foul tasting, but it would work fast to clear the sinuses for a good hour or so. Tezuka made himself some green tea, and decided to make more herbal tea for Atobe (he already heated the water, so it was no trouble).
He knocked on the door and deposited Atobe's tea in front of it.
Unlike the other times Tezuka had run his little tea delivery Atobe wasn't asleep or at least curled up in bed feeling miserable. Instead the fair haired young man had just been on the way back from the communal showers, making the most of the fact that the people taking part in the tournament used the gym showers instead of those in the dorm for a lengthy shower and beauty regime. Spotting the bespectacled brunette straightening again after leaving something in front of his door he sped up his steps and called out. "Tezuka!" Hyoutei's captain barely bit back the please smile on his face in time to present an aloof look as he got closer. "What are you doing?"
Tezuka looked from the wet haired Atobe to the tea on the ground. It seemed pretty obvious to him. "The tea will clear your sinuses," Tezuka offered.
"Thank you." Leaning down Atobe scooped the cup up and brought it to his face to inhale as deeply as he could in his current state. "I was wondering who was leaving those." He smiled over the rim of the cup at Tezuka.
The tea was positively foul in taste and smell, but it worked wonders. "Now you know," Tezuka stated. He hadn't really been hiding in the first place. There was no good reason to disturb the sick with his presence. "Have a good rest," he concluded kind of awkwardly, and started to walk away.
Seeing Tezuka begin to walk away Atobe glanced around quickly then took a step closer. "Wait, why don't you come in? "
Tezuka paused and turned back to look at Atobe. After a moment of back and forth, he decided that he wouldn't get sick by being in Atobe's room for a few minutes. And it didn't exactly look like Atobe would rest soon either. "Aa," he agreed, and turned to face Atobe completely.
Relaxing infinetismally Atobe opened the door with the hand not holding the cup and gestured for Tezuka to follow him inside. "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on your win over Yukimura yet." He addressed the other teen, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Can I offer you anything?"
Following Atobe's gestures, Tezuka took a seat where he was bidden and shook his head. "No, thank you. It was a good match. Yukimura played very well," the match could have gone either way.
"It was." Putting his wet towel up so it could dry Atobe took a seat on his bed, crossing his legs easily, tugging his robe closed again when it threatened to fall open. "And now you're facing Echizen in the final. It is going to be quite a spectacle."
If Tezuka cared about Atobe's attire (or lack there of) his expression certainly didn't show it. He rather thought it was careless of Atobe to walk around wet and half nude when he was ill.
"Aa. I am looking forward to the match," and truly, he was. Echizen had come a long way in his tennis, and Tezuka looked forward to seeing that first hand.
"I imagine so." Atobe agreed, bringing the cup of Tezuka's tea to his lips, somehow managing not to give any indication to the tea's taste. "Thank you again for this, it is not a brand I have encountered before." He nodded to Tezuka, brushing damp hair out of his face with his free hand. "Actually now that I see you I don't think we ever had that talk I requested you to join me for." Honestly he blamed Sanada and his sudden preoccupation with Yukimura's arrival for that particular oversight. "If you're free for a moment longer - I just have a few questions, but I should probably put something on first." One corner of his lips lifted in a hint of a wry smile. "I'd hate to miss the finals for such a reason."
"You wouldn't have. My grandmother makes it," Tezuka stated, surprised that Atobe had given no indication of how absolutely disgusting it tasted. "I've never tasted anything so foul, but it gets the job done," by saying it himself, he excused Atobe from having to pretend.
They had all become busy, and when the time came, none of them had been able to meet. "Aa. That would be wise. Ask me whatever you please when you are suitably dressed," Tezuka showed no sign of turning his head away to give Atobe privacy. After all, they both spent a lot of time in locker rooms.
Nodding his head graciously Atobe rose again, putting the cup safely on his desk before shedding the robe with no more regard for his nakedness than Tezuka had showed. "It's actually not the worst tasting beverage I have received from a member of your team." He told the other captain. "And it does - I was quite surprised." Pushing the closet open he selected a simple dark shirt on top of a worn looking, comfortable pair of sweatpants. "It was generous of you to share."
Tezuka had no compunctions about continuing the conversation while Atobe changed. "That's true," Tezuka remembered the 'coffee' of the yakiniku incident. As for generosity, he shook his head. "I have more than enough," and Tezuka was much too careful to fall ill often enough to use all of it.
"Still, I appreciate the gesture." Especially after he had beaten Tezuka in their match during the team tournament in what had been eerily reminiscent of their first, though this time thankfully without any injuries. Slipping on a pair of plaid patterned shorts he added his favourite pair of socks, sporting a Union Jack design. "If there is anything I can do in return don't hesitate to let me know."
Though Tezuka didn't connect the tea to their loss in the tournament in any way, shape or form, he nodded. "It's nothing, but I will keep your words in mind." If Tezuka did ask Atobe for a favor at some point, he wouldn't use tea to force it on him.
"Please do." Atobe smiled over at Tezuka before pulling the shirt over his head. Now that he was dressed in dry clothes he took his seat on the bed again, folding his legs under him. "What I wanted to ask was...your family has connections to the police, yes ahn?"
After a moment of wondering why Atobe asked, Tezuka nodded.
"Are you familiar with the procedures...that would be used in a case such as ours? Or a kidnapping in general with no ransom demands?" Leaning over to the desk he picked the tea cup again and took another sip. "I imagine there is a widespread search - but I don't know how wide, or for how long they will be looking."
"Why do you assume there is no ransom?" Tezuka asked curiously. In his head, he went through absolutely everything he remembered about his father's and grandfather's stories.
"None of the new arrivals mentioned anything about it." Atobe pursed his lips. "Only a letter about how the person had been selected for a special school. Apparently nobody knows anything more and the police are looking for us."
Tezuka absorbed the information and considered. "They would collect information about us, and about how all of us are connected," of course they would come to the conclusion of tennis. "Find out if any suspicious people were in attendance at our matches…track down all of the last places we were seen and try to connect things about assumed scenes of abduction…."
"Do you think they could think we went willingly? Since there have been no signs of forced entry or any struggle." It was pretty much the only reason he could think of why his family wasn't at least offering a reward for any useful information regarding his disappearance - that or they were threatened somehow, a possibility he didn't like to entertain.
"Possibly, though I do not think all parents would be convinced," Tezuka certainly knew his own would not be. "Though they may think that we all planned to do this together, considering that we know each other, I don't think the police would rule out any possibilities."
"If you wish to become healthy, you should take more care with your health," Tezuka said pointedly. Roaming wet around the halls would hardly help Atobe's case.
"Ah?" Giving Tezuka a surprised look Atobe arched an eyebrow. "I always take care of my health, Tezuka." He drawled. "I don't believe you have to tell me not to be careless."
"I see," Tezuka stated. "I wasn't aware walking around wet and nude could be considered careful." I'll put it on the list with passive aggressive icons and unnecessary jaunts outdoors. The completely blank look on his face stated what he thought of Atobe's carelessness.
"I was hardly completely naked." Atobe retorted, fighting a losing battle to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. He doubted Tezuka had any idea but he seriously found it rather endearing the way the other captain was taking it upon himself to scold him. "And it is hardly more than five steps from the showers to the room."
"I didn't think you were one to make excuses," Tezuka stated, hazel eyes regarding Atobe sternly. If Atobe needed to drop out of the tournament, clearly he wasn't taking care of himself.
Giving Tezuka an amused look Atobe raised an eyebrow at that stern expression on the other boy's face. "I suppose you're right." He admitted far too easily - glad that neither his teachers nor Yuushi were present for it. "I'm sorry, I will take better care from now on." He would have loved another chance to play all the top players, especially to shut up Sanada's gloating but he refused to even entertain the thought that it might have been the last time. "Though if I hadn't fallen sick I wouldn't have had the chance to taste your grandmother's tea." And that would have definitely been a pity - even if it tasted like wool socks steeped in bog water.
Tezuka pretended he didn't notice Atobe's amusement. "You should take better care of yourself. Do you have any sick masks?" he inquired.
It was Tezuka's turn for amusement when Atobe expressed his thankfulness for the terrible tasting tea. "Really? Glad? When I was young, the taste made me regret allowing myself to be sick in the first place."
"I don't." Atobe shook his head then ran his fingers through the clumps of drying hair. "And maybe I think the taste was worth it, ahn?" He smirked. "I am known to be eccentric after all."
"I wasn't aware they had changed the definition of eccentric," Tezuka said, expression totally blank.
"Odd but loveable?" Atobe taunted lightly. "I think it fits me well."
"Lovable isn't in the definition of eccentric," Tezuka pointed out. "There are more descriptive words you could choose, in my opinion."
"Oh?" Giving up on his hair Atobe leaned closer, eyes glinting in interested and amusement. "Do tell then, what would you say Tezuka, ahn?"
For a moment, Tezuka met that curious gaze with his own. "I leave it to you to define your own character."
"With one world, persistent," Tezuka said. "With two, persistent and ostentatious." If he were to chose a third, he would be stratified, but a stratified person would not likely want others to recognize that, so he left it be.
"I think we can leave it at one." Atobe protested as he leaned back, lips twitching. "I can live with persistent." Go figure that Tezuka would call him what Shishido would most likely term as 'pain in the ass'.
Tezuka raised his brows. "Do people say things that you can't live with?" he did not think that Atobe gave that much consideration to the opinions of others.
"Rarely to my face." The heir chuckled and folded his legs under him more comfortably. "And then usually only after I have swept them off of the court."
Such people weren't worth listening to; Tezuka understood why they were so promptly discarded. "Aa," Tezuka agreed. "Please let me know when you wish to rest, and I will show myself out," he interpreted Atobe's shifting around as tiring.
As much as he didn't want to give up the pleasure of Tezuka's company Atobe had to admit that the shower and then their little discussion had worn him out more than he liked. "Thank you." He offered Tezuka an honest smile, lips curling slightly. "I would like it of we could talk again soon."
Tezuka inclined his head in a way that could be interpreted as agreement. "Take care," he said seriously, considering Atobe's smile with his own stern expression. With that, he did as offered and showed himself out.
What: Chatting over some really foul tea.
Rating: PG
Where: Atobe's Room
Tezuka only had to pay the barest bit of attention to notice that Atobe dropped out of the competition for sickness. The man had been noticeably miserable around campus. Having been transported with his herbal teas, Tezuka saw fit to bring one of his grandmother's creation to Atobe every so often by knocking on the door and leaving the hot cup in front of it. The tea was foul tasting, but it would work fast to clear the sinuses for a good hour or so. Tezuka made himself some green tea, and decided to make more herbal tea for Atobe (he already heated the water, so it was no trouble).
He knocked on the door and deposited Atobe's tea in front of it.
Unlike the other times Tezuka had run his little tea delivery Atobe wasn't asleep or at least curled up in bed feeling miserable. Instead the fair haired young man had just been on the way back from the communal showers, making the most of the fact that the people taking part in the tournament used the gym showers instead of those in the dorm for a lengthy shower and beauty regime. Spotting the bespectacled brunette straightening again after leaving something in front of his door he sped up his steps and called out. "Tezuka!" Hyoutei's captain barely bit back the please smile on his face in time to present an aloof look as he got closer. "What are you doing?"
Tezuka looked from the wet haired Atobe to the tea on the ground. It seemed pretty obvious to him. "The tea will clear your sinuses," Tezuka offered.
"Thank you." Leaning down Atobe scooped the cup up and brought it to his face to inhale as deeply as he could in his current state. "I was wondering who was leaving those." He smiled over the rim of the cup at Tezuka.
The tea was positively foul in taste and smell, but it worked wonders. "Now you know," Tezuka stated. He hadn't really been hiding in the first place. There was no good reason to disturb the sick with his presence. "Have a good rest," he concluded kind of awkwardly, and started to walk away.
Seeing Tezuka begin to walk away Atobe glanced around quickly then took a step closer. "Wait, why don't you come in? "
Tezuka paused and turned back to look at Atobe. After a moment of back and forth, he decided that he wouldn't get sick by being in Atobe's room for a few minutes. And it didn't exactly look like Atobe would rest soon either. "Aa," he agreed, and turned to face Atobe completely.
Relaxing infinetismally Atobe opened the door with the hand not holding the cup and gestured for Tezuka to follow him inside. "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on your win over Yukimura yet." He addressed the other teen, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Can I offer you anything?"
Following Atobe's gestures, Tezuka took a seat where he was bidden and shook his head. "No, thank you. It was a good match. Yukimura played very well," the match could have gone either way.
"It was." Putting his wet towel up so it could dry Atobe took a seat on his bed, crossing his legs easily, tugging his robe closed again when it threatened to fall open. "And now you're facing Echizen in the final. It is going to be quite a spectacle."
If Tezuka cared about Atobe's attire (or lack there of) his expression certainly didn't show it. He rather thought it was careless of Atobe to walk around wet and half nude when he was ill.
"Aa. I am looking forward to the match," and truly, he was. Echizen had come a long way in his tennis, and Tezuka looked forward to seeing that first hand.
"I imagine so." Atobe agreed, bringing the cup of Tezuka's tea to his lips, somehow managing not to give any indication to the tea's taste. "Thank you again for this, it is not a brand I have encountered before." He nodded to Tezuka, brushing damp hair out of his face with his free hand. "Actually now that I see you I don't think we ever had that talk I requested you to join me for." Honestly he blamed Sanada and his sudden preoccupation with Yukimura's arrival for that particular oversight. "If you're free for a moment longer - I just have a few questions, but I should probably put something on first." One corner of his lips lifted in a hint of a wry smile. "I'd hate to miss the finals for such a reason."
"You wouldn't have. My grandmother makes it," Tezuka stated, surprised that Atobe had given no indication of how absolutely disgusting it tasted. "I've never tasted anything so foul, but it gets the job done," by saying it himself, he excused Atobe from having to pretend.
They had all become busy, and when the time came, none of them had been able to meet. "Aa. That would be wise. Ask me whatever you please when you are suitably dressed," Tezuka showed no sign of turning his head away to give Atobe privacy. After all, they both spent a lot of time in locker rooms.
Nodding his head graciously Atobe rose again, putting the cup safely on his desk before shedding the robe with no more regard for his nakedness than Tezuka had showed. "It's actually not the worst tasting beverage I have received from a member of your team." He told the other captain. "And it does - I was quite surprised." Pushing the closet open he selected a simple dark shirt on top of a worn looking, comfortable pair of sweatpants. "It was generous of you to share."
Tezuka had no compunctions about continuing the conversation while Atobe changed. "That's true," Tezuka remembered the 'coffee' of the yakiniku incident. As for generosity, he shook his head. "I have more than enough," and Tezuka was much too careful to fall ill often enough to use all of it.
"Still, I appreciate the gesture." Especially after he had beaten Tezuka in their match during the team tournament in what had been eerily reminiscent of their first, though this time thankfully without any injuries. Slipping on a pair of plaid patterned shorts he added his favourite pair of socks, sporting a Union Jack design. "If there is anything I can do in return don't hesitate to let me know."
Though Tezuka didn't connect the tea to their loss in the tournament in any way, shape or form, he nodded. "It's nothing, but I will keep your words in mind." If Tezuka did ask Atobe for a favor at some point, he wouldn't use tea to force it on him.
"Please do." Atobe smiled over at Tezuka before pulling the shirt over his head. Now that he was dressed in dry clothes he took his seat on the bed again, folding his legs under him. "What I wanted to ask was...your family has connections to the police, yes ahn?"
After a moment of wondering why Atobe asked, Tezuka nodded.
"Are you familiar with the procedures...that would be used in a case such as ours? Or a kidnapping in general with no ransom demands?" Leaning over to the desk he picked the tea cup again and took another sip. "I imagine there is a widespread search - but I don't know how wide, or for how long they will be looking."
"Why do you assume there is no ransom?" Tezuka asked curiously. In his head, he went through absolutely everything he remembered about his father's and grandfather's stories.
"None of the new arrivals mentioned anything about it." Atobe pursed his lips. "Only a letter about how the person had been selected for a special school. Apparently nobody knows anything more and the police are looking for us."
Tezuka absorbed the information and considered. "They would collect information about us, and about how all of us are connected," of course they would come to the conclusion of tennis. "Find out if any suspicious people were in attendance at our matches…track down all of the last places we were seen and try to connect things about assumed scenes of abduction…."
"Do you think they could think we went willingly? Since there have been no signs of forced entry or any struggle." It was pretty much the only reason he could think of why his family wasn't at least offering a reward for any useful information regarding his disappearance - that or they were threatened somehow, a possibility he didn't like to entertain.
"Possibly, though I do not think all parents would be convinced," Tezuka certainly knew his own would not be. "Though they may think that we all planned to do this together, considering that we know each other, I don't think the police would rule out any possibilities."
"If you wish to become healthy, you should take more care with your health," Tezuka said pointedly. Roaming wet around the halls would hardly help Atobe's case.
"Ah?" Giving Tezuka a surprised look Atobe arched an eyebrow. "I always take care of my health, Tezuka." He drawled. "I don't believe you have to tell me not to be careless."
"I see," Tezuka stated. "I wasn't aware walking around wet and nude could be considered careful." I'll put it on the list with passive aggressive icons and unnecessary jaunts outdoors. The completely blank look on his face stated what he thought of Atobe's carelessness.
"I was hardly completely naked." Atobe retorted, fighting a losing battle to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. He doubted Tezuka had any idea but he seriously found it rather endearing the way the other captain was taking it upon himself to scold him. "And it is hardly more than five steps from the showers to the room."
"I didn't think you were one to make excuses," Tezuka stated, hazel eyes regarding Atobe sternly. If Atobe needed to drop out of the tournament, clearly he wasn't taking care of himself.
Giving Tezuka an amused look Atobe raised an eyebrow at that stern expression on the other boy's face. "I suppose you're right." He admitted far too easily - glad that neither his teachers nor Yuushi were present for it. "I'm sorry, I will take better care from now on." He would have loved another chance to play all the top players, especially to shut up Sanada's gloating but he refused to even entertain the thought that it might have been the last time. "Though if I hadn't fallen sick I wouldn't have had the chance to taste your grandmother's tea." And that would have definitely been a pity - even if it tasted like wool socks steeped in bog water.
Tezuka pretended he didn't notice Atobe's amusement. "You should take better care of yourself. Do you have any sick masks?" he inquired.
It was Tezuka's turn for amusement when Atobe expressed his thankfulness for the terrible tasting tea. "Really? Glad? When I was young, the taste made me regret allowing myself to be sick in the first place."
"I don't." Atobe shook his head then ran his fingers through the clumps of drying hair. "And maybe I think the taste was worth it, ahn?" He smirked. "I am known to be eccentric after all."
"I wasn't aware they had changed the definition of eccentric," Tezuka said, expression totally blank.
"Odd but loveable?" Atobe taunted lightly. "I think it fits me well."
"Lovable isn't in the definition of eccentric," Tezuka pointed out. "There are more descriptive words you could choose, in my opinion."
"Oh?" Giving up on his hair Atobe leaned closer, eyes glinting in interested and amusement. "Do tell then, what would you say Tezuka, ahn?"
For a moment, Tezuka met that curious gaze with his own. "I leave it to you to define your own character."
"With one world, persistent," Tezuka said. "With two, persistent and ostentatious." If he were to chose a third, he would be stratified, but a stratified person would not likely want others to recognize that, so he left it be.
"I think we can leave it at one." Atobe protested as he leaned back, lips twitching. "I can live with persistent." Go figure that Tezuka would call him what Shishido would most likely term as 'pain in the ass'.
Tezuka raised his brows. "Do people say things that you can't live with?" he did not think that Atobe gave that much consideration to the opinions of others.
"Rarely to my face." The heir chuckled and folded his legs under him more comfortably. "And then usually only after I have swept them off of the court."
Such people weren't worth listening to; Tezuka understood why they were so promptly discarded. "Aa," Tezuka agreed. "Please let me know when you wish to rest, and I will show myself out," he interpreted Atobe's shifting around as tiring.
As much as he didn't want to give up the pleasure of Tezuka's company Atobe had to admit that the shower and then their little discussion had worn him out more than he liked. "Thank you." He offered Tezuka an honest smile, lips curling slightly. "I would like it of we could talk again soon."
Tezuka inclined his head in a way that could be interpreted as agreement. "Take care," he said seriously, considering Atobe's smile with his own stern expression. With that, he did as offered and showed himself out.