A week later, Fuji came out of the operating room. He blearily opened his eyes.
"Mom? Yuuta? Tezuka?"
The doctor came up, "Mr. Fuji, can you follow my finger with your eyes?" he said as he moved his hand back and forth, "Good, good. Now can you read that chart for me?"
"Well, I can read the E, but I'm happy I can see that far," Fuji smiled at the doctor.
"We can get you glasses to fix the rest, okay?"

Fuji came to practice the next day, sporting his new glasses and haircut to the rest of the team. He decided to leave his hair parted on the side to go with his new look.

"Fuji!" Eiji came running up, "Lemme see your glasses!"
"Wait, Eiji," Fuji warned.
Eiji slid them on and promptly fell over, "T-t-they're worse than…Tezuka's."
"Eiji!" Ooishi ran over to them, "Nice glasses Fuji. Come on now Eiji," Ooishi said, dragging a half-fainted Eiji by the foot back to the courts.

"Tezuka," Fuji came up behind the captain.
"Fuji. You seem to be doing well."
"Yes. How can I thank you?"
"Get contacts, we look too similar now."

How was it? Was it okay? Please tell me!