A loud *SNAP!* cracked throughout the room, instantly silencing the noisy group of people. Everyone stopped their chatter and looked over to the source of the sound, where Atobe sat with one hand in the air and a remote controller in the other.

"I'm going to start it now, so please give your full attention."

And then he pressed 'play' on the remote. The television had a brief moment of snow as the video loaded, and then it flicked on.

It was a commercial. A commercial featuring Atobe. Atobe working out, Atobe playing tennis, Atobe taking a vitamin, and then Atobe easily beating an opponent in a match, all accompanied by flashing, colorful backgrounds and rhythmic aerobics-esque music. An announcer proclaimed that to be at one's best, he needed to take Wada Calcium CD3 supplements, and it ended with Atobe's smiling, sparkling face as he held out a bottle of the vitamins.

The television clicked off, and everyone looked dumbfounded at Atobe, who sat looking very satisfied with himself.

"That was your commercial?" Gakuto asked incredulously.

"Fabulous, ah~n?"

The room was dead silent for a moment, and then a snickering started. Before too long Gakuto was laughing out loud, so much so that he fell from his perch on Oshitari's lap. Shishido had already been sitting on the floor, and the two of them leaned against each other, pressing their heads together as they laughed.

"That was so lame!"

"Shishido-san, you're being rude!" Ootori flailed.

Atobe scowled. "You two have to taste anyway." He looked over at Oshitari, for a more respectable opinion. "Well?"

"It was a bit..."

"Cheesy!?" Gakuto supplied.

"Yes." He raised a hand to push up his glasses, then held it there to hide a chuckle.

With a huff, Atobe stood up. "I'm surrounded by idiots." And then he stormed off, while Gakuto and Shishido mocked the commercial, then fell over each other with laughter.

He went to the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator, opening it and taking a long drink as he leaned against the counter. Then he pressed the can to his forehead, letting it help cool his irritation. He didn't even look up when the kitchen door swung open, but he knew from the familiar scent who it was. "Are you here to mock me too?"

"Do you think I am?" Tezuka questioned as he approached and stood next to Atobe.

"No." Said simply. He took another drink and they stood quietly, and then he leaned over and rested against Tezuka's shoulder. Several silent minutes later he started chuckling. "Ok, so maybe it was a bit cheesy," he admitted. "But it's my first sponsor. It's business. I'd have put on a leopard suit and purred at the camera if they told me to."

Tezuka smiled softly. "I think you're worrying about it too much."

"I wanted to dazzle them."

"Believe me," the other said as he turned to face Atobe, putting hands on either side of his head to cup his face and tilt it upward. "You did."

Atobe leaned in, pressing a brief but loving kiss to Tezuka's lips, before stepping back. "Come on," he smiled. "Let's get back before Jiroh starts drooling on the couch again."

Catching his lover's arm, Tezuka stopped Atobe before he could get too far. "One thing?"

"Ahn?"

"... About that leopard suit idea.."