momokai again (ep 102 "mizuki's whispers")

why didn't anybody tell me that this episode is completely about momokai? it's like the momokai equivalent of 25-26. although, you know, not as slashy (and more about explosive sexual chemistry than about souls touching and epic romance), but that's because momokai are only one of the secondary pairings whereas the whole series is about tezuka and ryoma's love. :X ♥♥♥

but wow. this episode was relentless.

the shirt-grabbing! the ridiculous masculine posturing! the hands all over each other! the anvil-sized hints about how sex and looove is the secret to good doubles play!


the way fuji's all, "man, even though they're fighting, they're actually on the verge of ripping each other's clothes off, just like we did last night!" and taka-san's like, "yeah. :/ except there are a lot more people around."


and the way later eiji is all, "this is great! they've totally forgotten they're being watched by you, me, the perviest tennis coach ever, and three freshmen! they're going to start making out right here in the street!" and ryoma is like, "i can't believe you WANT to see them make out in the street."


not to mention the HANDSHAKE and how when they notice they're doing it they get all o.O and embarrassed and jerk back with their hands twitching. and stare at each other some more. and mumble incoherently about how they still hate each other, okay? ♥ ♥

new prince of tennis fic: "jetlag", takafuji, pg

jetlag (≈2500 words)
by cimorene
prince of tennis
taka/fuji, pg
this story is for pixxers's birthday, even though it is now very late. for that i apologise humbly ♥. note: it can be taken, if you wish, as a sequel to her golden pair story one life.

He climbs the rest of the stairs slowly, until he stands finally in Takashi's doorway, feeling jetlag and his year in Italy and all the mental distance he has managed to buy himself slipping through his fingers.