[Prince of Tennis] Tezuka Kunimitsu as Your Neighbor

You're a photographer famous for landscape photography, not because you're bad at taking portraits, but because you're picky and have very particular tastes.

“If I haven't found a perfect hottie, I'd rather let my camera gather dust or break than take a portrait!”

You even say, “I'd rather starve to death in America than go back to Japan to photograph buck teeth and crooked faces.”

When you return to your home in Japan, you discover that your neighbor is the most drop-dead gorgeous man in the world.

Professional athlete = athletic guy + successful guy + perfect butt.

The perfect hottie has arrived!

Drooling, you ask, “Hey, would you let me take your picture?”

Then Tezuka Kunimitsu mistakes you for someone handing out flyers in the hallway and walks right past you.

You swear you won't leave Japan until you've photographed this beautiful man.

So you pull out every trick in the book. Your neighbor becomes your friend, your friend becomes your lover, and at last you can photograph him to your heart's content.

Lying in your neighbor's bed, you sigh, “Japanese men are the best.”

[Warning] This is a story about the princes growing up! OOC guaranteed.

In short, it's a story about an ice-cold tennis player and a tough photographer!

If you like it, stick around. If you don't, don't read it!

Theme: Unable to resist a pretty face.