Second post . . . just crack
just crack drabbles done with
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Momoshiro Takeshi / Tezuka Kunimitsu
Manipulation
Tezuka Kunimitsu coached his team in an iron fisted manor, he wasn’t quite a slave driver, but at times he got close. Momoshiro was fascinated with the way his buchou handled their team, he always knew exactly what to do. And, well, to tell the truth, it unnerved Momoshiro at times. Just as Momo was about to take that damn Kaido’s head clean off his shoulders, Tezuka sent someone to defuse the situation, just before Fuji-sempai could unleash his sadistic tenancies on anyone or Kikumaru-sempai was about to cause a scene, buchou was there.
Momoshiro wondered for a while how he did it, how Tezuka knew. But then Momoshiro finally noticed it. Tezuka didn’t have the ability to foresee the future or anything, he set up all the situations. Tezuka gave everyone little pushes, little prods, until they snapped at one another or did what he wanted them to do. Tezuka was a master manipulator, and Momo knew that it would be a bad thing to point that out to anyone. Though, Momo thought to himself, he bet everyone already knew that.
Fuji Syuusuke / Tezuka Kunimitsu
Groceries
Tezuka glared into the refrigerator, as if it was the source of all the problems in the world, “Fuji, we’re out of milk again.”
“Then I guess you are just gonna have to go get some then.” was the chirpy reply from the bedroom.
Tezuka turned his nose up at Fuji’s reply, he hated how he could be so awake and cheery in the morning. Even after living three years in the same apartment with him, he just couldn’t get use to it. He loved his boyfriend and all, just sometimes he did things that made him twitch. Right now Tezuka just wanted some damn milk for his coffee, and Tezuka did not shop, that was Fuji’s job.
“Why didn’t you get some yesterday? You always go grocery shopping on Thursdays.” Tezuka was starting to get annoyed.
Soft footsteps came up behind him and stopped at the kitchen doorframe, “I had a meeting yesterday, I texted you saying that I couldn’t and you needed too.”
Tezuka was still glaring into the refrigerator, maybe they had some milk at the back . . . “How am I suppose to go grocery shopping? I work late.”
With that Tezuka turned around to glare at Fuji, but found himself unable to hold the look. Fuji was wearing only one of Tezuka’s white button up shirts, with only two buttons done up. His hair was still sleep tussled and he had this at leisurely half smile on his face. He tiredly blinked his eyes as if still sleepy, witch Tezuka figured he probably was as he had kept him up almost all night. Staring at Fuji’s visible navel, Tezuka figured the milk could wait, he had something a little more important to take care of first.
Kawamura Takashi / Tezuka Kunimitsu
Elevator
There was a great many things in life that Kawamura found intimidating or uncomfortable. Public speaking, love confessions, talking to people with authority, normal things for a teenager. Though he never thought he would have to add ‘being stuck in an elevator with his buchou for 5 hours’ to the growing list.
Kawamura sighed for the umpteenth time, not really knowing what to say but wanting the uncomfortable silence to end. They had run out of things to say to each other within the first 20 minutes and it didn’t help that Tezuka wasn’t one to start conversations or even try to keep one running. So here they where in a dark, stuffy elevator going on hour 6 as they waited for someone to get them out.
“Taka, do you have your racket?”
Kawamura blinked and was shocked at hearing the most words ever uttered from his buchou’s mouth at one time. Eventually he got over the fact that he had said six words, a record high, and answered him, “Hai, buchou . . .ano, what for?”
Tezuka gave him a smile, if no one was gonna come and get them out then they where just gonna get themselves out, “I’ve got an idea . . .”
Inui Sadaharu / Oishi Syuuichiroh
Cupcake
Oishi liked to think he was a very careful person when it came to things that he did not know the origin of. Things like chocolates left in his locker, Fuji’s bentos or whatever Inui had concocted up for them to drink. Most of the time he was pretty good with that kind of stuff. Ok, well sometimes the odd thing slipped through his defences, but that was usually because he had no choice in the matter. So at the potluck lunch that the regulars planed for themselves, Oish thought he was pretty safe in what he chose to eat.
There was this tray of the most delicious looking cupcakes that had to most definitely come from his doubles partner, Eiji. Knowing that Eiji would get mad at him if he didn’t eat what he brought, Oishi grabbed one. He might not always eat sweets, but they did look really good. He sat down beside Eiji, who was talking animatedly with Fuji, and started to dig in to his lunch.
He took a big bite out of the cupcake and grinned, it was the best thing he had ever tasted! He quickly finished of the sugary confection then tapped Eiji on the shoulder to get his attention, “Eiji, those cupcakes where really good! Did you make them yourself?”
“Ano, Oishi, what cupcakes?” Eiji asked puzzledly, he cocked his head to the side then continued, “I brought the tempura . . .”
Oishi palled momentarily before his face turned a very interesting mix of green and a strange shade of royal blue before promptly passing out. Eiji shrieked while Fuji looked on curiously.
“Ano, Eiji, didn’t Inui bring the cupcakes?” Fuji asked politely.
Eiji turned to Fuji with wide eyes before quickly scampering to his feet and running off to find said data monger, he needed the antidote for his boyfriend before Oishi became permently damaged.
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