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Jan. 19th, 2010 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaFuji and Oshitari were well known, separately, for being flirtatious. Fuji liked to claim he wasn't flirting with people, that he was merely friendly, but too often Fuji stepped up to the line between 'friendly' and 'do you want to come back to my place'. It was just something in Fuji's demeanor that lead one to hear more to his words than he perhaps meant. Oshitari, at least, meant most of his flirting. He was a romantic at heart, he liked lurid phrases, but also his accent gave all those silly Tokyo boys visions of steamy sex in backrooms.
So, both of them were flirts, and both were extremely difficult to deal with 'geniuses'.
Put them together, and more than that, make them play doubles…
"This can only end badly." Atobe stated to Tezuka, who stood at his side. They were watching yet another U-17 match up, this time eliminating doubles. The pair ups had been random. Atobe had to play with a high school student (who had been ABYSMALL, but they had won) while Tezuka had been paired with Yamabuki's forgettable captain (they had won as well). Oshitari and Fuji being teamed up was… well, it was obvious they were going to win.
And obvious they were just playing with their opponents.
"They will win." Tezuka stated, completely misunderstanding Atobe's previous statement. "Oshitari and Fuji are-"
"If you say 'compatible'…" Atobe trailed off. "They're flirting. Can't you see that?"
"…" Tezuka's silence, and the sudden tightness to his shoulders, was all the answer Atobe needed.
"What was Fuji's last steady relationship… besides his brother, we know that's all rumors. Ah, he was seeing that ridiculous Burning fellow wasn't he? And I heard that they broke up when you left for Kyuushu." More tightness. Atobe pressed his fingers to his face in his infamous 'insight' pose. It helped him think. "Since then he's flirted on and off the court with a number of players."
"Fuji's love life is none of my business." Tezuka's tone was obviously worried.
Atobe snorted. "His love life might not be, but the trouble this relationship causes will be."
Atobe returned his gaze to the court where Fuji and Oshitari were now engaging in some sort of homo-erotic golden pair mockery. He was so focused on what would give him nightmares for the rest of camp that he almost missed Tezuka's mutter.
"At least it isn't Niou."
Atobe's sharp and sudden bark of laughter almost threw the two geniuses off their game.
So, both of them were flirts, and both were extremely difficult to deal with 'geniuses'.
Put them together, and more than that, make them play doubles…
"This can only end badly." Atobe stated to Tezuka, who stood at his side. They were watching yet another U-17 match up, this time eliminating doubles. The pair ups had been random. Atobe had to play with a high school student (who had been ABYSMALL, but they had won) while Tezuka had been paired with Yamabuki's forgettable captain (they had won as well). Oshitari and Fuji being teamed up was… well, it was obvious they were going to win.
And obvious they were just playing with their opponents.
"They will win." Tezuka stated, completely misunderstanding Atobe's previous statement. "Oshitari and Fuji are-"
"If you say 'compatible'…" Atobe trailed off. "They're flirting. Can't you see that?"
"…" Tezuka's silence, and the sudden tightness to his shoulders, was all the answer Atobe needed.
"What was Fuji's last steady relationship… besides his brother, we know that's all rumors. Ah, he was seeing that ridiculous Burning fellow wasn't he? And I heard that they broke up when you left for Kyuushu." More tightness. Atobe pressed his fingers to his face in his infamous 'insight' pose. It helped him think. "Since then he's flirted on and off the court with a number of players."
"Fuji's love life is none of my business." Tezuka's tone was obviously worried.
Atobe snorted. "His love life might not be, but the trouble this relationship causes will be."
Atobe returned his gaze to the court where Fuji and Oshitari were now engaging in some sort of homo-erotic golden pair mockery. He was so focused on what would give him nightmares for the rest of camp that he almost missed Tezuka's mutter.
"At least it isn't Niou."
Atobe's sharp and sudden bark of laughter almost threw the two geniuses off their game.
