Tezuka watched as Fuji left the courts. A tinge of curiousity bit at him, knwoing that Fuji would usually stalk him home after practice but he shook it all away.
After all... he has that English paper he needed to work on
"No," he replied carefully, eyes still on Fuji's back yet his mind was already planning out his homework schedule for tonight. "I've got homework. And I need to study for those tests."
With a last check-up on his To-Do list for tonight, he turned back and headed towards the lockers.
Atobe towelled off his hair and glanced at the clock. His guest should be arriving shortly. He glanced down at the towel wrapped around his waist and decided that it would probably be proper form to actually dress, despite hoping he wouldn't be needing clothes for long. He was glad he opted to take his shower at home instead of at school, his travel bottle of shampoo had run out and there was no way he could possibly attend this "meeting" with sweaty hair. He could have borrowed from Shishido of course, but then he's smell like vanilla and that wouldn't do at all
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Fuji was led by another servant through the hallways of the mansion. Inwardly Fuji was quite impressed but he didn't show it. He had done a little digging on the Atobe name, enough to know just what to be expecting when he got to the other teens house. Still the Atobe mansion topped all of his previous expectations. Entering the library Fuji immediately spotted Atobe sitting on one of the couches looking good enough to eat.
Atobe had obviously just come from a shower, his hair was still wet. Atobe's clothes were well fitting and obviously expensive. They hung off of Atobe's frame and accented his muscles. Fuji himself was still wearing his school uniform, though the top jacket was undone. He had his tennis bag on one shoulder and his portfolio and school bag on the other. "Hello Atobe-san." Fuji said after the servant left them.
"Hello, Fuji-san," Atobe said, smiling as the servant vanished back out the door. The boy was wearing his school uniform, which looked awful on everybody, and the black made his slender frame even thinner.
"Please sit your stuff down and have a seat," Atobe said, gesturing to the spot on the couch next to him. "How was your day at school?"
Fuji set his bags down and slid next to Atobe with a small grin. "I had a splendid school day, though Tezuka was so mean. He made us run extra laps today." Fuji stated and made a show of stretching his legs, fully aware of the other boys gaze. "I'm gonna be sore all over tomorrow." Fuji purred out and gave Atobe a very deliberate look from beneath his eyelashes.
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A tinge of curiousity bit at him, knwoing that Fuji would usually stalk him home after practice but he shook it all away.
After all... he has that English paper he needed to work on
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Inui followed Tezuka's gaze to a certain Fuji leaving via limo. Ah, that was most definitely different.
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With a last check-up on his To-Do list for tonight, he turned back and headed towards the lockers.
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Atobe had obviously just come from a shower, his hair was still wet. Atobe's clothes were well fitting and obviously expensive. They hung off of Atobe's frame and accented his muscles. Fuji himself was still wearing his school uniform, though the top jacket was undone. He had his tennis bag on one shoulder and his portfolio and school bag on the other. "Hello Atobe-san." Fuji said after the servant left them.
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"Please sit your stuff down and have a seat," Atobe said, gesturing to the spot on the couch next to him. "How was your day at school?"
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"How was *your* schoolday Atobe-san?"
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