PoT: pointless ficbit
Fandom: PoT
Pairings: Tezuka/Ryoma, Golden Pair
Rating: PG this part
Contintuity/spoilers: Manga, none
Notes: Pointless fluff that has been sitting around in bits for ages. Same universe as Pods; expect more at some point. The entire universe is pretty much pointless fluff, and I am mostly writing it to get my hand back in, because I am sucking at everything else on my WIP list right now.
It was still dark out. Ryoma scowled, hunching into his coat. In protest at being dragged out of bed before dawn, Nanjiroh had refused to turn the heater on. The car wasn't much warmer than the frosty air outside, and Ryoma could see his breath.
"Stupid time of year for a holiday," Nanjiroh grumbled, pulling onto the Narita expressway with a blatant disregard for traffic. "Where the hell are you going anyway, brat?"
"Skiing." There was no way Ryoma was going to mention the onsen, or the idiot would invite himself along. And probably get arrested as a peeping tom. "Watch the road, old man."
"Feh." Nanjiroh swerved between two delivery vans and into the fast lane, narrowly missing a fancy-looking sports car. "Where's the fun in that? All the pretty girls in great big coats so you can't even get a good look…"
"Che. Not everyone's a pervert like you." Ryoma winced as the old man cut off another truck. "Watch where you're driving before you get us killed, idiot."
"The sooner I get rid of you, the sooner I can go home. Besides," Nanjiroh grinned evilly, "you can't tell me you're not taking your girlfriend - ah, I remember when I was your age…"
Ryoma scowled. "I don't have a girlfriend, old man."
"Oh, she's shy?" His father leered at him, winking. "I bet she's pretty, too. You should bring her for tea, young man."
"Pervert. I don't have a girlfriend." Ryoma scrubbed condensation off the car window, peering out at the signs that flashed by in the foggy yellow street lights. At least they weren't late; he'd dragged Nanjiroh out early on purpose, and with the way the idiot was driving they'd actually be early if they didn't get arrested. He'd still rather his mother had driven, but she had an important meeting later.
"Riiight, and you're really going skiing with your tennis team in Valentine Week." Nanjiroh snorted, cutting across two lanes of traffic with a swerve that made Ryoma clutch at the edge of his seat.
"So?" Actually, Ryoma quite liked the idea of being able to avoid the fangirls this year. They always made too much noise, squealing and stammering and crying at him as though he was supposed to find their blotchy faces and streaming eyes attractive. The only one who'd complained about missing it had been Momo-senpai, and only because he usually ended up with half of everyone else's chocolate as well.
"Ah, well - if any of your little admirers call at the house I'll just have to console them." Nanjiroh grinned, stroking his chin and staring into space. "Hehehe…"
"Don't even think about it." Ryoma rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to smack the idiot over the head. The old man might deserve to end up in jail for sexual harassment, but not while there was no one else around to keep an eye on Karupin.
Nanjiroh took the corner into the terminal with a squeal of brakes. "All right, where the hell is it?" At such an early hour, there were only a few people pushing baggage carts across the car park. Nanjiroh muttered curses at them, slowing to a crawl as he peered through the windscreen.
"Over there." Ryoma pointed to the spill of light around the main doors, smirking to himself as a tall, solitary figure caught his eye.
"Right!" Nanjiroh slammed on the brakes, throwing Ryoma forward into the dashboard. "Come on, brat, get out of here before I freeze to death."
"Ow." Ryoma rubbed his head, glaring at his father as he unfastened his seatbelt. "It was your stupid idea to leave the heat off."
"Whatever, whatever." Nanjiroh wrenched the handbrake on and flung himself halfway into the back seat as Ryoma stepped out into the foggy morning. "Here!" Ryoma just had time to catch his luggage, and then the door slammed shut and his father sped away.
"…stupid old man." Ryoma scowled, shouldering his bag and watching the car careen around a corner and out of sight. Good thing his mother knew where they were staying, and when to pick him up. "Che."
"Good morning." Tezuka-buchou was standing in the corner made by two frosted glass windows, out of the way of the ragged stream of people going in and out of the terminal doors. The light outlined the bulky coat he was wearing, streaming around him and glinting pale-gold off his hair and glasses.
"Hey." Ryoma grinned, stepping right into buchou's personal space and stretching up to snatch a kiss. Tezuka tasted of mint and tea and familiarity, and Ryoma pressed instinctively closer, trying to burrow through the impersonal, padded chill of their winter clothes. Too insulated, Ryoma decided, but it was way too icy to strip off his coat and any number of senpai could arrive without warning. He had no intention of putting himself in the way of more teasing than he already got. "Did you miss me?"
Tezuka-buchou gave him the usual unimpressed look, but Ryoma could see the smile hiding in the corners of his eyes. "I saw you last night."
"Aa, I remember." Ryoma smiled, reaching out to grab hold of one gloved hand. They'd played at the indoor courts, then sat in the bus shelter kissing until Ryoma had lost all track of time. Three buses had gone past, and Tezuka's glasses had fogged up so badly Ryoma had taken them off him.
"Hoi, are we early?" Kikumaru-senpai bounced up out of nowhere, sodium and floodlights turning his white cat-eared hat dirty grey. Ryoma scowled, feeling Tezuka's start through their joined hands, and let go hastily after one last squeeze. The plane would be small, he reassured himself; maybe no one would notice if he held buchou's hand during the flight. This whole boyfriend thing was still new and weird, but Ryoma had already discovered an increasing dislike for separation. Looking at Tezuka was fun, but touching him was better.
"Ah, good morning!" Oishi-senpai hurried up, grabbing hold of Kikumaru-senpai before he could launch himself at Ryoma. "Eiji, don't jump on Echizen again…"
Ryoma sighed in relief, then dodged just a little too late as Kikumaru-senpai snatched off his cap and ruffled his hair with an enthusiastic hand. "Eh, Ochibi, aren't your ears cold, nya?"
"Not really." Ryoma grabbed for his cap, scowling as Kikumaru-senpai held it up out of his reach. "No fair, senpai. Give it back."
"Here." Tezuka retrieved the cap neatly, handing it over. Ryoma shoved it back onto his head, flashing a quick grin while Oishi-senpai was occupied with scolding his partner.
"Thanks, buchou."
Pairings: Tezuka/Ryoma, Golden Pair
Rating: PG this part
Contintuity/spoilers: Manga, none
Notes: Pointless fluff that has been sitting around in bits for ages. Same universe as Pods; expect more at some point. The entire universe is pretty much pointless fluff, and I am mostly writing it to get my hand back in, because I am sucking at everything else on my WIP list right now.
It was still dark out. Ryoma scowled, hunching into his coat. In protest at being dragged out of bed before dawn, Nanjiroh had refused to turn the heater on. The car wasn't much warmer than the frosty air outside, and Ryoma could see his breath.
"Stupid time of year for a holiday," Nanjiroh grumbled, pulling onto the Narita expressway with a blatant disregard for traffic. "Where the hell are you going anyway, brat?"
"Skiing." There was no way Ryoma was going to mention the onsen, or the idiot would invite himself along. And probably get arrested as a peeping tom. "Watch the road, old man."
"Feh." Nanjiroh swerved between two delivery vans and into the fast lane, narrowly missing a fancy-looking sports car. "Where's the fun in that? All the pretty girls in great big coats so you can't even get a good look…"
"Che. Not everyone's a pervert like you." Ryoma winced as the old man cut off another truck. "Watch where you're driving before you get us killed, idiot."
"The sooner I get rid of you, the sooner I can go home. Besides," Nanjiroh grinned evilly, "you can't tell me you're not taking your girlfriend - ah, I remember when I was your age…"
Ryoma scowled. "I don't have a girlfriend, old man."
"Oh, she's shy?" His father leered at him, winking. "I bet she's pretty, too. You should bring her for tea, young man."
"Pervert. I don't have a girlfriend." Ryoma scrubbed condensation off the car window, peering out at the signs that flashed by in the foggy yellow street lights. At least they weren't late; he'd dragged Nanjiroh out early on purpose, and with the way the idiot was driving they'd actually be early if they didn't get arrested. He'd still rather his mother had driven, but she had an important meeting later.
"Riiight, and you're really going skiing with your tennis team in Valentine Week." Nanjiroh snorted, cutting across two lanes of traffic with a swerve that made Ryoma clutch at the edge of his seat.
"So?" Actually, Ryoma quite liked the idea of being able to avoid the fangirls this year. They always made too much noise, squealing and stammering and crying at him as though he was supposed to find their blotchy faces and streaming eyes attractive. The only one who'd complained about missing it had been Momo-senpai, and only because he usually ended up with half of everyone else's chocolate as well.
"Ah, well - if any of your little admirers call at the house I'll just have to console them." Nanjiroh grinned, stroking his chin and staring into space. "Hehehe…"
"Don't even think about it." Ryoma rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to smack the idiot over the head. The old man might deserve to end up in jail for sexual harassment, but not while there was no one else around to keep an eye on Karupin.
Nanjiroh took the corner into the terminal with a squeal of brakes. "All right, where the hell is it?" At such an early hour, there were only a few people pushing baggage carts across the car park. Nanjiroh muttered curses at them, slowing to a crawl as he peered through the windscreen.
"Over there." Ryoma pointed to the spill of light around the main doors, smirking to himself as a tall, solitary figure caught his eye.
"Right!" Nanjiroh slammed on the brakes, throwing Ryoma forward into the dashboard. "Come on, brat, get out of here before I freeze to death."
"Ow." Ryoma rubbed his head, glaring at his father as he unfastened his seatbelt. "It was your stupid idea to leave the heat off."
"Whatever, whatever." Nanjiroh wrenched the handbrake on and flung himself halfway into the back seat as Ryoma stepped out into the foggy morning. "Here!" Ryoma just had time to catch his luggage, and then the door slammed shut and his father sped away.
"…stupid old man." Ryoma scowled, shouldering his bag and watching the car careen around a corner and out of sight. Good thing his mother knew where they were staying, and when to pick him up. "Che."
"Good morning." Tezuka-buchou was standing in the corner made by two frosted glass windows, out of the way of the ragged stream of people going in and out of the terminal doors. The light outlined the bulky coat he was wearing, streaming around him and glinting pale-gold off his hair and glasses.
"Hey." Ryoma grinned, stepping right into buchou's personal space and stretching up to snatch a kiss. Tezuka tasted of mint and tea and familiarity, and Ryoma pressed instinctively closer, trying to burrow through the impersonal, padded chill of their winter clothes. Too insulated, Ryoma decided, but it was way too icy to strip off his coat and any number of senpai could arrive without warning. He had no intention of putting himself in the way of more teasing than he already got. "Did you miss me?"
Tezuka-buchou gave him the usual unimpressed look, but Ryoma could see the smile hiding in the corners of his eyes. "I saw you last night."
"Aa, I remember." Ryoma smiled, reaching out to grab hold of one gloved hand. They'd played at the indoor courts, then sat in the bus shelter kissing until Ryoma had lost all track of time. Three buses had gone past, and Tezuka's glasses had fogged up so badly Ryoma had taken them off him.
"Hoi, are we early?" Kikumaru-senpai bounced up out of nowhere, sodium and floodlights turning his white cat-eared hat dirty grey. Ryoma scowled, feeling Tezuka's start through their joined hands, and let go hastily after one last squeeze. The plane would be small, he reassured himself; maybe no one would notice if he held buchou's hand during the flight. This whole boyfriend thing was still new and weird, but Ryoma had already discovered an increasing dislike for separation. Looking at Tezuka was fun, but touching him was better.
"Ah, good morning!" Oishi-senpai hurried up, grabbing hold of Kikumaru-senpai before he could launch himself at Ryoma. "Eiji, don't jump on Echizen again…"
Ryoma sighed in relief, then dodged just a little too late as Kikumaru-senpai snatched off his cap and ruffled his hair with an enthusiastic hand. "Eh, Ochibi, aren't your ears cold, nya?"
"Not really." Ryoma grabbed for his cap, scowling as Kikumaru-senpai held it up out of his reach. "No fair, senpai. Give it back."
"Here." Tezuka retrieved the cap neatly, handing it over. Ryoma shoved it back onto his head, flashing a quick grin while Oishi-senpai was occupied with scolding his partner.
"Thanks, buchou."