First Kiss-For Me? (Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji, #5)
Title: First Kiss (For Me?)
Author: iceshade
Rating: PG
Pairing: TezukaxFuji (slightly one-sided)
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Theme: #5 Ano sa...
Disclaimer: not mine, all these characters belong to konomi-sensei (please, if it were mine, niou would be getting a lot more love)
The winter after they won the Nationals, the Seigaku Tennis Club welcomed in Christmas and “Santa-san” (Fuji’s words) with a party in their clubhouse, complete with food and loud music and gaudy decorations and Fuji as the photographer. Tezuka welcomed that Christmas with the beginnings of a headache.
Under the pretense of making a scrapbook, Fuji managed convinced all the other regulars to let him take holiday pictures of them complete with festive hats or reindeer antlers. So far Fuji had managed to get a group picture, doubles pictures and individuals of every member of the team except for, of course, their ever-stoic buchou. They had manhandled him into the team picture, but so far he had refused to take a festive Christmas picture individually. Possibly because it required him to dress up in a Santa hat, which Fuji had insisted upon.
“Fuji…”
“It’s Christmas, Tezuka,” Fuji complained, his ever-present smile wavering a bit, “just let me take the picture of you in the hat, and I’ll leave you alone; I promise.”
Tezuka leveled a glare at his team’s prodigy, (who was, of course, unaffected, as per usual) the red and white Santa hat burning a hole in his hands. He had no idea how he got dragged into this, their team party in the clubhouse; the group photos; the punch which had probably been spiked by Inui; any of it. It wasn’t as if he minded pictures. Usually. When they were group ones, at least.
“Fuji…”
“I waited until everyone else was gone, Tezuka, I want to have these pictures to always remember the team by,” Fuji waved the camera in front of his face, “please? It’ll go into my scrapbook and no one will ever have to see it other than me. Besides, everyone else took pictures with the hat.”
The Seigaku tennis captain scowled, and jammed the fluffy thing on his head, if only to make Fuji leave him alone about it. He could hear Kikumaru’s; “Nya, Tezuka-buchou’s no fun!” Echizen’s; “Mada mada dane, buchou,” and Inui’s; “Iie data, Tezuka is hesitant to take a photo…” as if they were still in the clubroom and standing right behind him. It was one picture, what harm could come out of it? Tezuka sighed and amended his previous mental statement; with Fuji, some harm could always come from a situation.
“Ah, Tezuka-buchou, would you mind taking a few steps backwards?” Fuji asked as he placed his camera back on the tripod, “it’ll make for a better picture, and I know you don’t want to do this more than once.”
He did so and then blinked. Suddenly, the tensai was right in front of him, with only a few centimeters between their faces. When did that happen? Tezuka wondered, and then shrugged it off as part of the Fuji-enigma. He could feel the shorter boy’s warm breath on his neck as he reached up to adjust the hat and a tightness in his chest.
“Saa, there’s mistletoe, Tezuka,” Fuji said, looking up, his eyes open for once, “you know what that means, ne?”
That was all the warning Tezuka got, before a pair of lips sealed themselves against his, and a slender pair of hands tangled themselves in his hair. Shock froze him in place, and it was all he could do to keep from pushing Fuji away from him in an automatic response.
And then it was over. Fuji was backing away from him, mumbling apologies and looking at the floor. Tezuka could have sworn he saw the shine of tears in the corner of the tensai’s eyes. His hand shot out and grabbed Fuji by the arm to stop him from leaving.
“Fuji, wait!”
TBC…
yes I know it's nowhere near the holidays, deal with it...