DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis is legally owned by a man named Takeshi Konomi

Syusuke Fuji is about to be skinned alive that morning.

And he absolutely had all the reason why.

"The teacher is a dork," he said with a shrug, attempting to justify his act of dropping out on a major subject. His sister, Yumiko, of course didn't buy it.

"You just dropped out," she said. "You dropped out on a major subject which means that you'll need to retake it all over again. Great." Yumiko's anger is understandable. After all, she was the one paying for her brother's school fees. True, Fuji's an academic scholar but that same privilege just went down the drain minutes ago when he informed her of his decision on dropping one of his subject.

Fuji gave out a sharp sigh. "I'm not taking that subject again."

"Are you nuts?"

"I'll find a way, nee-san. But no. I'm not joining any other class under that pervert professor again," Fuji's tone made it clear that his decision is final.

Yumiko later learned that the same professor was her college classmate before, Yuushi Oshitari, a genius himself who's playboy and a born flirt but not a pervert. At least not on how she knew him.

Finally, she gave up, shutting her eyes tight and thinking. "Fine."

Fuji breathed in relief.

"But you'll still need to take the subject."

The blue-eyed boy frowned. Yumiko eyed her brother for a few seconds. "I know someone who teachers crash course in Psychology. He's my junior, but is very good. He's teaching part-time in your school while finishing his masters. I'll make the arrangements."

Fuji's frown deepened. "Wait a minute...he's like...on the same age as I?"

Yumiko nodded. "He's accelerated his formal schooling in Europe for 2 years which is why he's ahead of you. But yes. You're more or less on the same age," she said, scanning her phone. "I'll call him. Get dressed." And then she walked away.

Fuji did as he was told. Truth be told, he doesn't have any issues with the subject he just dropped. In fact he didn't need any crash courses or whatever to pass it next semester. But he knew Yumiko wouldn't allow any delays on his course requirements knowing that its necessary for him to proceed with the rest of the major subjects next year.

He finished putting on his uniform and headed out.

Faculty Room

It was Fuji's first time to visit the place. He was aware of where it was located but didn't have any reason to drop by. Not until now.

"Fuji-kun, is it?" came the voice behind him. Fuji turned to the owner of the voice who just entered the room from where he was instructed to wait. Apparently, the crash course teacher he's supposed to meet is still out, finishing one of his classes.

"Hi. I'm Syusuke Fuji," he said, standing up and bowing lightly to the blue-haired guy who just entered.

The other guy smiled. "Yukimura Seiichi, Humanities."

Fuji frowned in question before realization struck him. "Oh..I didn't-"

"It's fine," Yukimura waved off. "People say I don't look like a teacher."

"Well, that's..."

Yukimura once again smiled and Fuji had decided that yes, the man standing in front of him is really beautiful. "Tezuka-kun will be here in a minute," and then he started walking away.

Fuji sighed. He was about to sit back when he heard footsteps closing in, followed by the appearance of a tall guy with glasses, bringing with him a book and a sheet of paper, Fuji believed to be his profile.

"I'm sorry for being late. I got hold up in my last class," came the deep, baritone voice that somehow sent chills to Fuji's body.

His eyes followed the other guy as he settled on the seat behind his desk, carefully placing the book inside one of the desk drawers before facing Fuji.

"Have a seat."

Stunned by the realization that he was caught off guard staring, Fuji cleared his throat and took the seat in front of Tezuka's table.

"I'm Kunimitsu Tezuka, part-time psychology professor," the spectacled guy said as means of greeting.

Fuji nodded. "Yes, I know."

Tezuka looked at Fuji's profile and frowned. "And...you dropped out?" Tezuka probed, eyeing him in close scrutiny. "May I know why?"

Fuji suddenly felt defensive on the way Tezuka phrased the question. Of course it wasn't an issue. He knew himself why. But for some reasons, he felt hesitant to tell the other about it. He licked his lips before answering. "I...don't like the teacher."

He saw Tezuka arched his brows in amusement or maybe slight disbelief, he couldn't tell. What he was sure of was the sudden blush that crept on his cheeks the moment their eyes met. It was all so stupid, and Fuji made a mental note to confront his sister later on for not even warning him about this.

Yes she told him that Tezuka is of the same age as he. BUT she never mentioned anything about Tezuka being so good-looking and cool with that deep, sexy voice Fuji could swear he'll love hearing just before bedtime, or on bed for that matter and-

"Fuji?"

"H-hai!" Fuji snapped, realizing how he was too engrossed with his own thoughts that he failed to hear what the other was saying. "I'm sorry...I'm.."

"You're spacing out," Tezuka said.

Fuji looked away and cleared his throat.

"Well we can't do anything about the teacher and why you don't like him. But I hope we get along just fine,"

Fuji nodded all too eagerly.

"Since this is a crash course, I'd expect nothing less than your best. You're way behind the others, so we'll need to double the effort."

Again Fuji nodded, completely satisfied by just looking at Tezuka talk and hearing his voice. He knew he sounded like a cliched teenage girl who just had her first date with her crush. But who can blame him? Tezuka was that gorgeous. And he'd be lying if he said that he's not smitten because for all his genius's worth, Fuji knew he is.

"Any questions?"

Fuji shook his head. 'No. But I hope you keep talking' he thought.

Tezuka nodded and handed Fuji a sheet of paper. "That's the schedule for our lessons and few side notes. I've included titles for resource materials as well if you want to do advance reading. So, see you next week."

Fuji glanced at the paper before looking back at his super hot, gorgeous, new professor. "Thanks."

"So, how was your meeting?" Yumiko asked with a pleased smile as she jumped on her brother's bed.

Fuji on the other hand was on his desk reading a book, one of the resources Tezuka indicated on the document he gave. "It was fine."

They allowed few moments of silence pass between them before Yumiko sat up on bed. "What do you think of him?"

Fuji frowned, snapping his book and facing his sister. "You never told me that he is 'that' young."

"I did!" Yumiko exclaimed.

"Well you forgot the fact that he is good-looking as well and hot on his glasses."

Yumiko raised a brow. "And why is that bothering you?"

"I'm not bothered. It's just that we're the same age, and he's a teacher and he looks great, and..." Fuji sighed, finding what he just said so stupid.

"My my...what do we have here? Did you just had a crush on Tezuka or something?"

Fuji eyed his sister. "Maybe. And if I end up crushing hard on him, it's your fault. Now get out of here so I can concentrate."

Later that evening, Fuji found himself sprawled on his bed, wide awake and open eyes staring at the ceiling.

'Right. I think this is what crush feels like,' he thought with a sigh.

SY: I miss TeFu...and so I'm writing a multi-chaptered story for them! So minna, any thoughts?