title: moving out
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters/pairings: Tezuka/Fuji, Seigaku tennis team, Yuuta
rating: G
warnings: mentions of discrimination
summary: Tezuka and Fuji tell everyone of their decision.
notes: for reddwarfer, for this request on fic on demand. er, let's see. of course, assuming the series takes place while they are in high school (because it DOES. *coughs*) also, i try to avoid using Japanese in an english fic as much as i can, but i don't know of a good equivalent for yuuta calling fuji 'aniki' in the context that he does.

"What would you think of getting an apartment together after high school?"

It was the last thing Fuji expected Tezuka to say; he'd been waiting patiently for Tezuka to tell him about leaving for America. He expected to hear about a tennis program, or going pro, or getting a coach in California. Fuji had even looked over some universities in California, idly.

This wasn't what Tezuka had in mind, apparently, though.

Fuji considered Tezuka's question carefully.

It would require a reorganization of his plans. Perhaps enrolling in M University instead of T, to justify a change of address. He never once thought of refusing Tezuka. He did consider questioning him, finding out why he wasn't pursuing tennis.

He didn't want Tezuka to change his mind, though.

"That could work," he replied cheerfully, and he might have imagined it, but it seemed like Tezuka's cheeks pinked a bit.

His parents didn't need to be convinced. In their minds, Tezuka was a serious, studious young man from a respectable family. The worst that could happen would be that their talented but unpredictable son would pick up some of Tezuka's good habits.

That was true, but he didn't need to elaborate on what Tezuka's good habits were.

His sister, however, wasn't fooled. She followed him upstairs, her arms crossed over her chest. "Syuusuke. You're moving in with that boy?"

"Mm?" He smiled at her. "I am; didn't you hear?"

"You're going to share an apartment? That's unusual, you know," she said warningly.

"Is it?" he asked, shrugging. "But we'll be going to the same university. Doesn't it make sense? Two can live as cheaply as one. It's frugal."

"It will look odd," she insisted.

"Father thought it was fine," he dismissed.

She grabbed his elbow, and made him turn and look at her. "Are you really prepared to be hated and to be called names and to have people whispering about you, because of that boy?"

He brightly smiled back, though. "Sis. I don't have a choice."

She sighed, and pulled him into her arms, but really, he thought she was being a bit dramatic.

He didn't know about what Tezuka's parents said. He knew that it didn't go as well, because whenever he asked Tezuka about it, Tezuka's frown deepened and a line formed between his eyebrows. He dismissed it, though. He had a scholarship to college that included a stipend for living quarters, so on the weekend, they went hunting for apartments. They found one after four weeks of looking, one train stop away from the college campus. It was in a nice building, and the space, though small, was well arranged. It had one bedroom, a kitchen, a bath, and a sitting room. Best of all, it had a nice view. Fuji instantly developed an affection for the space, thinking of it as our first apartment.

Tezuka's expression gave nothing away, which was very good for the negotiation of the lease.

On the way home, they had dinner together at a fast food place. Fuji had never seen Tezuka eating a hamburger before, so he teased him mercilessly.

The area their building was in was somewhat known as being a 'gay' area, but it wasn't likely that anyone they would be giving their address to would know that.


The last few weeks of school were such a waste. The first and second years were still training, but the third years were just marking time to graduation, and college. They ate lunch in the clubhouse, because their time together was limited.

Taka had brought in sushi that he had prepared himself, and they were all taking turns trying it out, and giving him advice. Fuji ate the wasabi sushi, pleased with how it turned out.

"When are you going to tell us?" Oishi needled Tezuka, poking him with his elbow. "Come on! Time's almost up! You've got to be telling us soon, right?"

"Tell you what?" Tezuka said coolly, looking disdainfully disinterested in what was going on.

"Come on, Captain!" Momo whined. "What college are you going to in America? Do you have a coach? Are you going pro right away? What gives?!"

Everyone was on the edge of his seat. Fuji leaned back, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Tezuka blinked, and looked at them all as if they were mad. "I'm going to M University. I've decided to become a teacher."

That pronouncement, which surprised even Fuji, was met with total silence.

"No way!" Eiji laughed. "I can't picture it! Tezuka-sensei? Well... maybe... but... You're going pro!" Everyone nervously laughed with him, watching Tezuka.

He lifted his chin, and adjusted his glasses. "No."

"Wh-why not?" It was Ryoma, and he sounded like someone had just told him that his beloved cat had been run over.

Fuji bit his lip. It wasn't like he was ever competing with Ryoma for Tezuka, but still... He had to feel a bit victorious.

Tezuka looked annoyed. "It's my choice to make, isn't it?"

"But..." Ryoma looked honestly crestfallen. The rest of the team chimed in with their own objections. Oishi also looked like a kicked puppy.

Eiji turned to him suddenly. "Did you know this, Fuji?"

Fuji looked at Tezuka, reading his blank stare. He smiled. "Yeah. Tezuka and I are going to move in together."

This time the silence in the clubhouse was deafening.

"Y-you two?" Taka stuttered, looking heartbrokenly at Fuji. "You're living together?"

"Why haven't you told us before this?" Eiji asked, his lip quivering.

"Hey, hey," Fuji laughed, wondering why everyone was upset. They knew, didn't they? Didn't everyone know? "It's just college. We're all going. Right?"

Ryoma got up suddenly, muttering a half-hearted excuse me, and left. Momo watched him go, looking torn. As he looked around, everyone avoided his gaze. He looked over, and met Tezuka's eyes.

Fuji smiled for him.

Tezuka cleared his throat. "It's not possible for me to go pro. I'm content with this. Perhaps it is all for the best."

After that, there was nothing more to be said. At least, not as a group. Fuji watched Oishi hurry Tezuka back to class, whispering something in his ear. Momo and Kaidou quickly went off the other way, nodding to them. Fuji noticed for the first time how furiously Inui was scribbling in his notebook. He got a lot of good data today.

"Fujiko-chan," Eiji said sadly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I'm sorry," Fuji apologized demurely. "I thought... well. I didn't think it was necessary."

Eiji frowned harder, and came to a stop. Fuji stopped, too, waiting. Finally, Eiji raised his head, and grabbed Fuji by the arm. "Let's skip out on the rest of class! Let's go to an arcade and get milkshakes!"

Nostalgically smiling, Fuji nodded.

Why not? They wouldn't be kids for much longer.

Yuuta helped them move in. It wasn't hard, since Tezuka's grandfather drove them. Yuuta came to help them arrange things.

He walked around the apartment, frowning, and then he pulled Fuji aside. "Aniki. This apartment is small."

"Do you think so?" Fuji laughed. "But we're poor college students, Yuuta! You can't expect luxury. We have our own bath. That's really more than we had hoped for."

"It's got one bedroom," Yuuta hissed, looking over his shoulder nervously.

"Mm," Fuji nodded. "True, true."

"It's not that big of a room!" Yuuta objected.

"It's big enough," Fuji cheerfully informed him.

"Aniki!" Yuuta sighed. "This is a small apartment!"

"Yuuta," Fuji chided. "Now we're just going around in circles."

"Aniki, is this how it is with you and Tezuka-san?" Yuuta hissed, leaning forward so Tezuka couldn't possibly hear.

It was a small apartment, though. He probably could. "Is what how it is?" Yuuta looked stricken, so Fuji took some pity on him. "Do you object?"

Yuuta bit his lip, looking like he wanted to say yes. He sighed, and closed his eyes, stepping back. "I hope you know what you're doing," he grumbled, and then he walked away.

That night, despite being tired, Fuji waited until Tezuka got up to lay the futons down. It would be a pain to not have a western bed, but there wasn't enough room. The only real problem was, Fuji wasn't sure how Tezuka intended to arrange the room. Would their futons be placed down right next to each other, so they could cuddle up together? Or against opposite walls? Just a bit apart? He let Tezuka decide.

After a few minutes, he got up and followed. He wasn't sure what he expected or what he had wanted, but his stomach did a flip when he saw the futons in the middle of the room, together.

Tezuka looked up at Fuji sheepishly. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm tired tonight. So, we can just sleep, right?"

Fuji smiled, and winked. "Why, what else did you think we would be doing? ...Oh, my, Tezuka, I had no idea you were such a naughty boy!"

Tezuka turned bright red and regarded the futons, his hand over his mouth.

Laughing, Fuji knelt down, and put his arms around Tezuka. "It's fine. I. I'm glad we decided to do this."

Slowly, Tezuka's hands moved up, and he clasped Fuji's arms, holding them in place. "Yes."

"You never told me, though, that you couldn't go pro," Fuji whispered, chastising Tezuka teasingly.

Tezuka inclined his head to the side. "I didn't want you to think this was a second choice."

"Even if it was," Fuji added jovially.

"Not a second choice," Tezuka said seriously. "It was just... much easier to decide."

Fuji took a deep breath, and then he moved around, and kissed Tezuka softly. He pulled away, and winked. "Let's get ready for bed, then. Roomie."

Tezuka shook his head, soundlessly letting out a single laugh. "Sounds good." But instead, he pulled Fuji into his arms, and kissed him again.

As far as Fuji could tell, this was definitely an easy choice to make.