fic for daisy_chan
Title: One's Duty
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Prompter:
daisy_chan. I hope that you like it.
Prompt: An unintentional coming out fic.
Word Count: 1363
Genre: Humor
Summary: Same as prompt
Warnings: None. PG-13
Disclaimer: Not the property of enasniyllagel
Beta: vierblith_tefu. Thanks for you help.
PROLOGUE
Captains have a duty, a responsibility to those under their command. Great captains rise against all challenges and lead their subordinates to victory. The strength of a good captain is enough to stabilize a team. When a captain fails in his obligations, the entire team fails. The goals of the group falter and fail.
Tezuka believed this with all his heart. This was why he accepted the post. It was the reason why he was known as the pillar of Seigaku. Nothing must come in the way of being the foundation. To have obstructions or deviations from the common goal was to fail. This was the reason why Tezuka could not have the team knowing of his relationship with Fuji.
He had tried to fight it. He had attempted to deny his feelings, deny his heart but he failed. His brain condemned him as a weakling. His resolve was fragile, broken by the object of his affections. Every smile, every twinkle of blue eyes and flutter of brown hair broke him. His heart crumpled from not voicing his desires for the tensai of Seigaku. Eventually, love, lust and intrigue won and he confessed his feelings to Fuji. Yet, he was still weak. Truthfully, he was a coward because he could not admit to anyone what was happening between Fuji and him. So he hid it, and convinced Fuji to hide it as well.
Tezuka Kunimitsu withheld the truth. He told Fuji that society would not accept them, that their parents would hate them for being what they were. They were abnormal and should thus remain hidden for fear of rejection and stigmatization. Normal fourteen year old boys were not supposed to have feelings for each other. They were supposed to be discovering their longing for girls, girls with soft curves and rising mounts of flesh, not for boys with hair growths and hardening muscles. However, something within Tezuka rejected this view. With Fuji in his arms, he could justify the righteousness of their love. When Fuji looked at him with a gentle smile on his face, he believed that he could discard the image of a good captain, good son, and finally be who he wanted to be, with Fuji Syusuke forever and always.
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“Kunimitsu, let’s go eat at that diner today after practice,” Fuji asked nicely as the boys finished their lunch. The classroom was empty except for them as Tezuka’s classmates usually opted to eat either in the cafeteria or on the sunny grass outside.
“We can’t, Fuji.” Fuji winced as his surname was stressed. Tezuka was severe when it came to being informal in public places.
“Please, we haven’t spent any time together for a long while. It’s just an after-training snack between teammates. Please.”
Tezuka sighed loudly. Fuji had that hopeful puppy look on right now. There was no way he could say no to that face.
“I’ll meet you there.”
Fuji grinned victoriously. He jumped out of his seat across Tezuka and kissed the latter firmly. The kiss was a simple press of lips. They had only recently tried kissing with open mouths. Both enjoyed that type of kissing a lot. But that type of kissing could only be done when they were absolutely alone as it brought out strange feelings from both of them; it was definitely not to be done in a classroom that could be entered into by anyone at any moment. Tezuka threw a reproachful glare at him; kissing was strictly forbidden at school.
“That was a reward for making me happy.”
-----OO-----
The rest of the day was uneventful. Since they no longer shared any classes together, Fuji was unable to tease Tezuka and Tezuka was unable to be distracted by the gorgeous boy. Tennis practice passed without incident as well. Here, Tezuka adopted his captain façade. His visage was impenetrable from Fuji’s seductive wiles, intentional or not. On the courts, there was no Tezuka-and-Fuji.
The end of practice found the boys a couple of blocks away from school at a small diner. The clientele was sparse given the time of day. They ordered before finding a seat in a far corner. Fuji did most of the talking, jumping from one topic to the next while Tezuka contented himself with eating melon bread and listening to Fuji, occasionally answering or contributing opinions.
Their date drew to a close as the sun continued to descend from the sky. They walked home together, strolling closely to each other, their fingertips touching with every other stride. They split ways at the junction, where one street led to Fuji’s house and the other to Tezuka’s. The deserted streets gave Tezuka courage to end the date properly. He kissed Fuji quickly before spinning away, hustling down the street that would eventually lead him home, leaving a flabbergasted Fuji standing at the intersection with a blush on his cheeks and two fingers to his lips.
Tezuka closed his bedroom door and sank to the floor, his back against the door. He had no clue what possessed him to kiss Fuji in the middle of the street. He was never the one to initiate contact between them in public. Fuji was always the one to push conventions away, while pushing him to see how far he would let Fuji go.
Tezuka ran a hand through his hand before sighing. He had to remain strong, he had to keep their secret safe.
Fuji arrived early for tennis practice the next morning. Last night, he set his alarm clock half an hour earlier than usual so that he could reach school before Kunimitsu did. Fuji leant back against the wall, awaiting Tezuka’s arrival. He still could not believe that Tezuka had kissed him in public. Even though the street had been empty, it was still a vast improvement for Tezuka to engage in public display of affection. He smiled warmly as Tezuka approached him, unlocking the door to the changing the room. Once inside, he embraced Tezuka tightly.
“Thank you for the date yesterday, I had fun.”
“You’re welcome, Syusuke. I had fun as well.”
If anything, Fuji’s smile widened. He stood on the tips of his toes and kissed his boyfriend. The slight press of lips deepened when Fuji pushed his tongue against Tezuka’s lips.
Tezuka could not explain why or how but his arms engulfed Fuji, drawing them closer together. Lately, he did a lot of things that were inexplicable. No. There were explanations; he was just not ready to admit them. He could not resign himself to believe that his control could slip so easily because of hormones. That was the truth, however, and nothing could change it. The increasing presence of stains on his sheets and pyjama bottoms and dreams about Fuji was evidence to indict him.
The kiss grew and burned with fire, each boy lost to the rising level of testosterone in their blood. They were so lost in their desire for each other that they failed to recognize the sound of the door opening and the rest of the tennis team entering. They broke apart when a shocked gasp echoed around the room. The surprised, open-mouthed gapes of the regulars and the embarrassed, blush-tinged cheeks of Syusuke pushed Tezuka into a stunned depression.
Their secret was out. He would lose the respect of the team as captain and Seigaku would fail in its bid to reach Nationals. Because of him and his human inefficiencies, the dreams of the club members, of the regulars and of their coach were shattered. He was roused out of his guilt as the members entered the room, each going to his locker to begin changing. The world was not ending; there weren’t screams of disgust or hatred. No one was demanding him to resign as captain. His stoic mask slipped and a bewildered look appeared on his face.
Oishi, seeing his captain close to a nervous breakdown, approached Tezuka. With a sympathetic pat to Tezuka’s shoulders, he started, “We always knew that you were gay, Fuji too. We just never thought that we would find both of you making out with each other in the changing room.”
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Prompter:
daisy_chan. I hope that you like it.
Prompt: An unintentional coming out fic.
Word Count: 1363
Genre: Humor
Summary: Same as prompt
Warnings: None. PG-13
Disclaimer: Not the property of enasniyllagel
Beta: vierblith_tefu. Thanks for you help.
PROLOGUE
Captains have a duty, a responsibility to those under their command. Great captains rise against all challenges and lead their subordinates to victory. The strength of a good captain is enough to stabilize a team. When a captain fails in his obligations, the entire team fails. The goals of the group falter and fail.
Tezuka believed this with all his heart. This was why he accepted the post. It was the reason why he was known as the pillar of Seigaku. Nothing must come in the way of being the foundation. To have obstructions or deviations from the common goal was to fail. This was the reason why Tezuka could not have the team knowing of his relationship with Fuji.
He had tried to fight it. He had attempted to deny his feelings, deny his heart but he failed. His brain condemned him as a weakling. His resolve was fragile, broken by the object of his affections. Every smile, every twinkle of blue eyes and flutter of brown hair broke him. His heart crumpled from not voicing his desires for the tensai of Seigaku. Eventually, love, lust and intrigue won and he confessed his feelings to Fuji. Yet, he was still weak. Truthfully, he was a coward because he could not admit to anyone what was happening between Fuji and him. So he hid it, and convinced Fuji to hide it as well.
Tezuka Kunimitsu withheld the truth. He told Fuji that society would not accept them, that their parents would hate them for being what they were. They were abnormal and should thus remain hidden for fear of rejection and stigmatization. Normal fourteen year old boys were not supposed to have feelings for each other. They were supposed to be discovering their longing for girls, girls with soft curves and rising mounts of flesh, not for boys with hair growths and hardening muscles. However, something within Tezuka rejected this view. With Fuji in his arms, he could justify the righteousness of their love. When Fuji looked at him with a gentle smile on his face, he believed that he could discard the image of a good captain, good son, and finally be who he wanted to be, with Fuji Syusuke forever and always.
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“Kunimitsu, let’s go eat at that diner today after practice,” Fuji asked nicely as the boys finished their lunch. The classroom was empty except for them as Tezuka’s classmates usually opted to eat either in the cafeteria or on the sunny grass outside.
“We can’t, Fuji.” Fuji winced as his surname was stressed. Tezuka was severe when it came to being informal in public places.
“Please, we haven’t spent any time together for a long while. It’s just an after-training snack between teammates. Please.”
Tezuka sighed loudly. Fuji had that hopeful puppy look on right now. There was no way he could say no to that face.
“I’ll meet you there.”
Fuji grinned victoriously. He jumped out of his seat across Tezuka and kissed the latter firmly. The kiss was a simple press of lips. They had only recently tried kissing with open mouths. Both enjoyed that type of kissing a lot. But that type of kissing could only be done when they were absolutely alone as it brought out strange feelings from both of them; it was definitely not to be done in a classroom that could be entered into by anyone at any moment. Tezuka threw a reproachful glare at him; kissing was strictly forbidden at school.
“That was a reward for making me happy.”
-----OO-----
The rest of the day was uneventful. Since they no longer shared any classes together, Fuji was unable to tease Tezuka and Tezuka was unable to be distracted by the gorgeous boy. Tennis practice passed without incident as well. Here, Tezuka adopted his captain façade. His visage was impenetrable from Fuji’s seductive wiles, intentional or not. On the courts, there was no Tezuka-and-Fuji.
The end of practice found the boys a couple of blocks away from school at a small diner. The clientele was sparse given the time of day. They ordered before finding a seat in a far corner. Fuji did most of the talking, jumping from one topic to the next while Tezuka contented himself with eating melon bread and listening to Fuji, occasionally answering or contributing opinions.
Their date drew to a close as the sun continued to descend from the sky. They walked home together, strolling closely to each other, their fingertips touching with every other stride. They split ways at the junction, where one street led to Fuji’s house and the other to Tezuka’s. The deserted streets gave Tezuka courage to end the date properly. He kissed Fuji quickly before spinning away, hustling down the street that would eventually lead him home, leaving a flabbergasted Fuji standing at the intersection with a blush on his cheeks and two fingers to his lips.
Tezuka closed his bedroom door and sank to the floor, his back against the door. He had no clue what possessed him to kiss Fuji in the middle of the street. He was never the one to initiate contact between them in public. Fuji was always the one to push conventions away, while pushing him to see how far he would let Fuji go.
Tezuka ran a hand through his hand before sighing. He had to remain strong, he had to keep their secret safe.
Fuji arrived early for tennis practice the next morning. Last night, he set his alarm clock half an hour earlier than usual so that he could reach school before Kunimitsu did. Fuji leant back against the wall, awaiting Tezuka’s arrival. He still could not believe that Tezuka had kissed him in public. Even though the street had been empty, it was still a vast improvement for Tezuka to engage in public display of affection. He smiled warmly as Tezuka approached him, unlocking the door to the changing the room. Once inside, he embraced Tezuka tightly.
“Thank you for the date yesterday, I had fun.”
“You’re welcome, Syusuke. I had fun as well.”
If anything, Fuji’s smile widened. He stood on the tips of his toes and kissed his boyfriend. The slight press of lips deepened when Fuji pushed his tongue against Tezuka’s lips.
Tezuka could not explain why or how but his arms engulfed Fuji, drawing them closer together. Lately, he did a lot of things that were inexplicable. No. There were explanations; he was just not ready to admit them. He could not resign himself to believe that his control could slip so easily because of hormones. That was the truth, however, and nothing could change it. The increasing presence of stains on his sheets and pyjama bottoms and dreams about Fuji was evidence to indict him.
The kiss grew and burned with fire, each boy lost to the rising level of testosterone in their blood. They were so lost in their desire for each other that they failed to recognize the sound of the door opening and the rest of the tennis team entering. They broke apart when a shocked gasp echoed around the room. The surprised, open-mouthed gapes of the regulars and the embarrassed, blush-tinged cheeks of Syusuke pushed Tezuka into a stunned depression.
Their secret was out. He would lose the respect of the team as captain and Seigaku would fail in its bid to reach Nationals. Because of him and his human inefficiencies, the dreams of the club members, of the regulars and of their coach were shattered. He was roused out of his guilt as the members entered the room, each going to his locker to begin changing. The world was not ending; there weren’t screams of disgust or hatred. No one was demanding him to resign as captain. His stoic mask slipped and a bewildered look appeared on his face.
Oishi, seeing his captain close to a nervous breakdown, approached Tezuka. With a sympathetic pat to Tezuka’s shoulders, he started, “We always knew that you were gay, Fuji too. We just never thought that we would find both of you making out with each other in the changing room.”