FIC: Boys Who Wear Glasses (InuTez, PG, 4 of 4)

Finally, it's done! Thank you so much to everyone who's been reading this; it's been all kinds of awesome.

Boys Who Wear Glasses by mayhap
Part 4 of 4. [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3]
Prince of Tennis. Tezuka Kunimitsu/Inui Sadaharu. PG. 2,949 words.
Tezuka takes over the Seigaku quiz bowl team. Inui joins him.

The next week was long and empty and miserable. Inui was keeping away from him at tennis practices, avoiding him in the hallways, refusing to answer his phone. Tezuka was even quieter than usual and crossed his arms a lot and hoped that nobody would notice the difference.


Inui had sent him two emails. One was an extensive dossier analyzing all the data he had gathered on the three other teams who were playing in the quiz bowl district finals. The other was a stiff, formal thank you for returning his notebook.

Tezuka kept trying to write a reply to that second email, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie and said that he hadn't read any of it, but he couldn't figure out how to admit to doing something so dishonorable, either.

He never got far enough to worry about what he would say about the things that he had read. The message stayed blank on his desktop.


Oishi knew that something was wrong, of course, especially when he offered to read questions for them to practice for the finals.

"Thank you," Tezuka said uncomfortably, "but I don't think that we're practicing again. It's all right," he added, "I think we're ready."

Oishi just looked at him unhappily. They both knew that that wasn't the kind of thing that Tezuka would say about any activity that he had committed himself to.

"All right," he said finally, "Good luck."


"Have you finished my book yet?" Fuji asked.

Tezuka started. He hadn't even noticed Fuji approaching behind him and he had no idea what he was talking about. "What book?"

"Le Petit Prince. I thought you'd be done with it by now, or I wouldn't have lent it to you."

Tezuka stared at Fuji suspiciously. He distinctly remembered Fuji giving him the book, not lending it to him. Also, he was pretty sure there was another copy in Fuji's racket bag.

"Of course, you've been busy with other things. And maybe the French is harder than English for you," Fuji went on, still smiling.

"I'm almost done," Tezuka said. "I'll give it to you tomorrow." He was only halfway done. He had been too busy being miserable all week to read or do any of his homework or take care of the garden or anything.

"Thank you." Fuji turned away before Tezuka could catch the expression on his face.

Tezuka turned back towards the tennis courts and stared and didn't see anything besides Inui.


That evening Tezuka packed his racket bag, told his grandfather that no one was to worry if he was out late, and took the train all the way across town to the oldest, rattiest, most disused public tennis courts that he knew about. He served balls at the crabgrass growing in the cracks of the court surface until he felt a little bit better, although his serves were subpar and there was a tightness in his chest that wouldn't go away.

Eventually he gave up and sat down with his back against the squeaky chain-link fence and read, this time from cover-to-cover and without even consulting the dictionary, which he mostly didn't need anymore. He read until he got to the last page with its single lonely star like the street lamp that cast its dirty light unevenly over the court in the twilight and he knew that he was being stupid and that he had to talk to Inui even though he had tried and failed all week long.

He began rehearsing the speech that he would make in his mind. It was wise and calm and logical and convincing like the essays that he wrote for class, except for the one that he hadn't turned in that week in Japanese history because he hadn't even been able to start writing about his topic (the rise of samurai). It would make everything right again.

Every single word of it escaped him when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.


Inui was standing half a court away from him, his hands pushed awkwardly in his pockets. "I knew you would be here," he went on. Tezuka stared at him with open-mouthed shock. "Actually, I thought it was probable that you would seek out an isolated tennis court, but I assigned this particular one only a thirteen point seven percent probability. I'm sorry it's so late now."

Tezuka rose to his feet in a single unsteady movement. "Inui," he began.

"Will you play a match with me?"

"Of course," Tezuka said at once. He had never refused Inui a match, actually; he had always managed to arrange something whenever Inui came to him, notebook in hand, prepared to test out his latest data. Now he pulled his racket back out of his bag and tried to focus on the game and the ball in the dying light.

"You're not playing seriously, Tezuka," Inui said after he took his service game easily and precisely. "I need you to play seriously."

There was something in his voice that Tezuka had never heard before, or maybe he had just never recognized it when he heard it. His stomach flipflopped and he faulted his first serve and then smashed his next one past Inui.

It got darker and the street light began to flicker and Tezuka and Inui kept playing until the final point, which neither of them was willing to give.

"I'm sorry," Inui said, letting his racket slip from his hand and clatter on the uneven ground. "I'll see you tomorrow. I will attempt to behave more normally and not cause you any further trouble."

"Wait," Tezuka called hoarsely, flinging down his own racket and crossing the court. He tried to remember all the things he had been about to say before. He thought there had been something about sight.

Inui turned back.

"We should take off our glasses first," Tezuka said, "before we ... well. It would work better."

Inui stared at him. Tezuka pulled off his own glasses first, which he jammed carelessly in a pocket with a couple of tennis balls, and then, hesitantly, half-blindly, reached for Inui's.

"I should have accounted for that in my calculations," Inui said. "I thought that I had thought of everything."

Tezuka peered up into Inui's face, which was surprisingly softened without the angular black frames, and then Inui was kissing him again and this time Tezuka did his best to kiss back.

Inui's superior lung capacity was useful for more than just tennis, he thought.


It was very late when Tezuka finally made it back to his house, but sure enough, his family hadn't worried about him. They were all in bed.

His phone rang before he even made it through the door. "Yes, I'm home," he said. "We should get some sleep before tomorrow." He hung up before he said anything else.


Inui was waiting for Tezuka outside his classroom at the end of the day holding a notebook labeled "Tezuka Kunimitsu, Quiz Bowl 2" and a bottle of Inui juice.

"Here, drink this," he said, "I formulated it especially for concentration and recall." As Tezuka stared dubiously at the purplish liquid, he added, "It tastes good." When Tezuka was still not reassured, Inui said, "I already tested it on the rest of the regulars this morning. They said they liked it."

Tezuka took a sip. It actually wasn't that bad. It tasted a little like passionfruit. "I think it's working," he said, keeping a very straight face. "The capital of Afghanistan is Kabul. The capital of Albania is Tiranë ... "


When they got to Fudomine, where the district quiz bowl finals were being held, Tezuka was startled to discover that they would be playing their game against the first seed, Gyokurin, on stage in the auditorium. He thought maybe this had been mentioned in the handout he had dropped on the ground and then never read.

He was even more startled to discover that his entire tennis team was already in the auditorium, along with Fudomine's Tachibana. Oishi, Eiji and Kawamura were holding up a banner that said GO SEIGAKU QUIZ BOWL; Kaidoh and Momoshiro were fighting over an armrest; Fuji was laughing at something, and Echizen had his hat pulled low over his face and was apparently sleeping in his seat. The handful of people in the auditorium from other schools were all staring at them. The Gyokurin team, who had already taken their places at one of the tables on the stage, were pointing and laughing.

"Welcome to the 5th annual Kantou regional quiz bowl finals," began the short fat man who was standing on the stage, microphone in hand. "I'd like to remind our audience today that you must be silent during the matches or you will be asked to leave."

The Seigaku regulars settled down as Tezuka and Inui took their seats on the stage.

"I hope you don't think that you're going to win this match just because you beat my junior players last week," the Gyuokurin captain said, just loud enough that only they could hear him. "We're going to crush you."

This time it was Inui who put his hand on Tezuka's knee under the table. They nodded at each other. Inui pushed his glasses back to the top of his nose.

"I am the vice-principal of Fudomine Chugaku and I will be reading the questions for these final matches," the man with the microphone went on. He read the rules and then asked the players to turn on the microphones at their tables and introduce themselves.

The Seigaku players in the audience stood up and waved their banner and cheered, silently, so that no one would be able to throw them out.

"Question number one is in mathematics," he began. "If the length and width of the hour and minute hand of a clock are four centimeters and six centimeters respectively, what is the distance, in centimeters, between the tips of the hands at two o' clock?"

Inui rang in while he was still scribbling furiously on his paper.

"Seigaku, Inui-kun."

"Two times the quantity seven to the power of one half," he rattled off just in time, and the first ten points on the electronic scoreboard went to Seigaku.

"Nicely done," Tezuka whispered.

They played well during the rest of the half, although Gyokurin edged into the lead, 50-40.

"They are a formidable team," Inui said worriedly. "Their regular players are undefeated this year."

"We're just getting warmed up," Tezuka replied. He looked down at the broken pencil in his hand and realized that he had snapped it in half.

The second half began and Gyokurin beat them to the buzzer on a string of questions but kept fumbling the bonuses, including one easy one about constellations. With the points from the bonus questions, Seigaku actually managed to pull into the lead.

"This game is ours," Inui murmured, after the captain ignored the answers his team gave him, gave his own, incorrect answers, and then called all his teammates idiots.

"Don't get careless," Tezuka said automatically, and gave the correct top three exports of Japan.

They won by thirty points and the crowd cheered while the Gyokurin captain slammed down his buzzer and stomped off the stage without even shaking their hands, although the other players did and apologized for their captain's poor behavior.

The other semifinal game wasn't finished yet, so they had to sit and wait on the stage while the Fudomine vice-principal told jokes with the wrong punchlines.

"There is a ninety-four percent chance that Fudasei will win their match," Inui said, covering his scratch paper in equations.

Tezuka thought back on their first disastrous match, only two weeks previous. "Do you think we can beat them?"

"Maybe," Inui said. Tezuka raised his eyebrows. "My data gives us a ten-percent chance," he admitted, showing Tezuka his calculations.

"I have a feeling we will surpass your data in this game," Tezuka said. Inui nodded.

"Yes," he said, "you have a way of doing that." He adjusted his glasses.

The Fudasei team arrived, strutting onto the stage as if they owned it. The Fudomine vice-principal asked them what the score of their game was and their captain answered, 270-120.

Inui sucked in his breath. "That's higher than my most generous projection," he said.

"Forget about it," Tezuka ordered. "Concentrate on this match." Inui got out fresh scratch paper and handed three sheets to Tezuka.

"Now, if everyone is ready, we'll begin the final match of the quiz bowl tournament," the vice-principal said into his microphone. Tezuka leaned all the way forward in his seat. "Question number one is in literature. His best-known work was published in 1964, forty years before -- "

Fudasei rang in first. "Oe Kenzaburo."

"I knew that," Tezuka muttered.

"Shh," Inui said calmly. He took the second question, which was in chemistry.

"Oh, look. Apparently the tennis players learned something in the last two weeks," one of the Fudasei players stage-whispered.

"Question number three is in geography. Located on the steppe of Central Asia, this lake, called 'The Sacred Sea' in Mongolian, is the deepest -- "

Tezuka buzzed in with the correct answer, Lake Baikal, and Fudasei's captain just smirked and made two audacious guesses in a row, both of which were correct. The score at the half was 60-40 in favor of Fudasei.

"We can do this," Inui said. "They are vulnerable in math and science, and our abilities are closely matched in everything else."

"We can do this," Tezuka agreed.

The first question of the second half was in history and Fudasei buzzed in too early and missed it. Inui and Tezuka got a bonus about atomic weights of elements. Unlike Gyokurin, however, the Fudasei players weren't easily rattled by Seigaku pulling into the lead. They stayed focused and united and took the next question and swept the bonus.

Question three was a trigonometry problem and Inui answered it so fast it made Tezuka's head spin, but then their bonus was all about the Amau Doctrine which Tezuka only had the vaguest idea about and they only ended up getting five points out of it. They went back and forth for a while, and then Tezuka missed a question about Agatha Christie and Fudasei ended up with a seventy point lead with only three questions left in the match.

"Question number eighteen is in sports. His students included Funakoshi Gichin, Kenwa Mabuni, and Motobu Choki -- "

Tezuka buzzed in and named the father of modern karate, Itosu Yasutsune. They received a bonus in fine arts and narrowed the gap in their scores to forty points. Fudasei took question number nineteen and then missed their bonus because the only baseball player they knew was Nagashima Shigeo.

"If we take this question, we will tie the game," Inui whispered. Tezuka nodded.

"What happens if we tie?"

"Sudden death, I think."

"Question number twenty is in geography," the moderator began. Tezuka was leaning so far forward he was actually no longer in his seat. "It is the world's most northern national -- "

Tezuka buzzed in. "Reykjavik." The moderator peered at what was written on his paper.

"That is correct," he pronounced finally. "You will receive a bonus in mathematics." Tezuka read Inui's answers aloud and he knew even before the moderator said so that every single one of them was correct.

"Well!" the moderator said. "The score is tied! This is very unusual." He looked around him for someone to tell him what to do and the Fudomine coach hurried onto the stage, flustered, flipping through sheaves of paper.

Tezuka studied the faces of the opposing team. "If we lose," he began.

"We won't," Inui said confidently.

"It all rests on one question, and there is a very strong chance that they will answer it correctly," Tezuka argued.

"Maybe. But we'll answer it first." Inui sounded more confident that he did about statements that he could back up with actual data, and Tezuka couldn't help but believe him.

"Everyone please be quiet," the vice-principal told the restless audience. "I have five questions here for our tiebreaker round, but with the way these young people have been playing, I don't think we'll be needing them all. The first team to answer a question correctly will be the winner of this regional tournament."

He paused dramatically. The auditorium was perfectly silent.

"Our first tiebreaker question is in world literature. This fable about a fox, a flower, and a -- "

Tezuka buzzed in one last time. "Le Petit Prince," he said, and then added, quickly, because the vice-principal seemed ready to object, "or The Little Prince in Japanese."

The Fudomine coach jumped back on the stage and whispered something in his ear, and he said, "We will accept your answer, Seigaku. Congratulations!"

Tezuka knew he was supposed to shake hands with the Fudasei team and sign the score sheet and accept the trophy and behave with dignity, but he knocked over his chair and threw his arms around Inui and jumped up and down like elementary schoolers instead and the world didn't come to an end after all.


"Here's your book back," Tezuka told Fuji on their way out, thrusting it at him. "It was very helpful."

"Ah, good," Fuji said, beaming. "I wanted to lend it to Yuuta next."

"There is a zero percent chance that Fuji Yuuta is studying French," Inui interrupted, looking confused. "I know I have his class schedule somewhere ... "

"Never mind that," Tezuka said. He grabbed Inui's hand and distracted him.
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"There is a zero percent chance that Fuji Yuuta is studying French," Inui interrupted, looking confused. "I know I have his class schedule somewhere ..."

Oh, Inui.

I loved Tezuka making speeches in his head, then forgetting them and just going with his gut is absolutely wonderful. I love him. I love them!

And this sentence is the sexiest thing ever:
"The capital of Afghanistan is Kabul. The capital of Albania is Tiranë ..."

Tezuka, you minx.

This has been such a fun read from beginning to end, so thank you!
Oh, so much love! Your Inui, especially, has won my heart with his emails and tennis challenges. I love their tennis match together.

Also: Kaidoh and Momoshiro were fighting over an armrest. There's a whole side-story right there. *g*

I'm so glad you wrote this!
Thank you so, so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

There's a whole side-story right there.

Well, yes. *g*
Oh, you mean the side story where they eventually 'solve' the problem of the armrest by one of them putting his arm directly on top of the other's because neither of them will budge, and then they both get fidgety and turned on by the prolonged contact, until Kaidoh can't stop blushing and Momo finds himself loudly informing everyone how much he loves women? That one?
And then they are EJECTED for making so much noise. And then they have sex. *nods*
Also, they are fighting over the leg room and so they end up pressed together from hip to thigh and Momo tries not to think about it but the quiz questions are so boring that there's nothing to distract him and Kaidoh isn't quite sure but he thinks that Inui is doing something to Tezuka right there on the stage and it makes him think about things he's never considered before and he wants to get up and run out of the room but he has a responsibility to stay and anyhow, he really, really doesn't want to stand up right now and thank goodness he's got his jacket here to hold in his lap.
YAY! i've been waiting for this to finish before i read it, and you didn't disappoint.

oh INUI. you're such a dweeb and I LOVE YOU. Also letting out Tezuka's closet dweeb is all sorts of crazy love, and Oishi helping out and forcing Eiji to was glorious too, and Inui taking data of other schools, and hugging and jumping up and down and mirror data!

BWEE. YOU PWN ME. Excellent job, I adored it!
The Seigaku players in the audience stood up and waved their banner and cheered, silently, so that no one would be able to throw them out.

I have so much love for Seigaku! I wish I could see their faces when Tezuka and Inui are jumping like kids at the end.

Inui sounded more confident that he did about statements that he could back up with actual data, and Tezuka couldn't help but believe him.

You go, Inui! Forget the data! Follow your instincts! I almost cried, honestly.

I am really sad to reach the end of this, after rushing breathlessly from part to part. Such a wonderful story, full of humour, pathos and sexiness -- as well as interesting trivia! (although I must confess myself vaguely confused about the significance of Fuji's book, since I've never read it. Is is mentioned in canon? I've seen it show up in PoT fic before.)

Also, can I mention how overjoyed I was when I saw that you had a 'tezuryo' tag, and how devastated when I found there were no stories? But: devastated!
I will probably recover, however, if at some point there is more InuTez ;}.

Also, I am friending you, so I don't miss the porn sequel.

And please excuse the excess exclamation marks and general stupid flailing throughout. It's late and I'm tired, but I couldn't stop reading, and now I am going to bed with a big, gleeful smile on my face, full of joy that this story exists.
*flails back at you in completely utterly inadequate glee at all your lovely comments*

The thing with Fuji's book is, I believe, mentioned in one of the fanbooks where they list the contents of everyone's bags? I probably did not explain its role in the fic very well but it's such a lovely story and everyone should read it! In fact, I found it on this website (in English) if anyone hasn't read it and wants to.

I have so much love for TezuRyo that there will have to be stories! There are so many shiny pairings in Prince of Tennis and I am easily distracted by shiny things ...

Also, I see you found the porn, yay. ;)
Waaaaaah!!! This is such a fun, sweet, adorable and perfect fic!! I'm not a Tezuka/Inui shipper, but one of my closest friends is and I think I see what she's been trying to tell me now. Awww, seriously, Fuji is awesome here, and Tezuka is a dork, and Inui is a dork, and I love nothing more than dork love. Eee, I wanna play quiz bowl now!! ♥
Thank you so much! ♥ ♥ ♥ I didn't even set out to ship them; I mostly wanted to write quiz bowl fic and then the Dork Pair took over my brain. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
This fic was *so* spectacular. It's nearly impossible to find something that does either Tezuka or Inui justice but you did a wonderful job with them both. You were able to make Inui's percentages seamless in the dialogue and Tezuka was solid without being dull. I hope to see more from you at some point. ^_^
Thank you! I find them both incredibly wonderful and intimidating to write, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Oh this was just beautiful ♥ I had the biggest smile on my face that started halfway through this part and eee! the end with the hugging and jumping around like elementary-schoolers...oh the lovely dorkness of it all :DD
I had so much fun reading this and will be rereading a few times more for sure, it's such a moodlifter~♥ *happy sigh*

(Also- Inui juice that is actually palatable?! The Regulars can count themselves lucky now that Inui is in looooove and making non-toxic concoctions now XDD)
Thank you! I had so much fun writing it. There may have been some dorky jumping around involved. *g*

And yes, potable Inui juice is clearly a sign of the profundity of his love!
This is wonderful. Tezuka and Inui were both so fantastic, as was all of Seigaku. I loved when Eiji came to read questions for them and Kaidoh and Momo fighting over an armrest at the championship, and everything about Fuji. Well done!
Thank you! I love them all so much and they're enormous fun to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Oh god, I loved this. This last part was perfect from begining to end. The way Inui dissapeared and Tezuka missed him and then how they got tofether again and how nothing really changed between them. Oh and Tezuka hugging Inui and jumping ^_^ It doesn't seem so unlikely.

Thank you for this, I'm memorying!
I'm awfully late to reading the rest of this story.

But I just wanted to say that I loved the ending, and Fuji was wonderful. =D
This fic is SO CUTE, god, it just made me so happy! ♥
Lurv you (in a very weird way)
Kyaa! *flings articulate out of the window*

Please, don't do this to me. I have never considered InuTez, it sounded too freaky. You. are. making. them. so believable! I love their brand of uncontained OOC-ness.

You are making me unfaithful. (mutters "I am an InuKai shipper. I am an InuKai shipper. I am ...)
Re: Lurv you (in a very weird way)
I somehow mislaid your very sweet comments until just now and they made me squee! I, too, adore InuKai, and I haven't exploded yet from the contradiction so hopefully it's safe. ;)