LOG: Tezuka and Marui~!

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The hair removal lotion had been an experience. Marui stared at his legs in slight disbelief. Then his grin twitched into place. Damn right, smoooooth. He ran a hand over his legs and then snorted, feeling weird and at the same time a bit giddy. Now, for the outfit.

Tossing his bathroom things on the floor, Marui walked over to where the little school girl outfit lay on his bed. He took a deep breath. He could do this. Other people did it. The anime character did it! He wriggled into the clothes with a wild wish not to rip anything. The skirt was pretty easy, the shirt felt a little too tight. Remembering to pull on the girly underwear as a finishing touch, Marui set himself triumphantly on Tezuka's bed.

Oh shit the wig.

Another five minutes were spent scrambling off and pulling the pink hair thing on his head, until he felt more in tune with Shuichi and any other cross dresser than he might have wanted to. He was back on Tezuka's bed then, carefully pulling on the knee high socks. He could deal without the shoes right now. Walking in them was going to be hard anyway.

Sucking on his lower lip, Marui stared at the door. It was late. Tezuka wouldn't run all night, would he?

Any minute now....

Tezuka felt a lot better walking back to the room, despite his wet hair dripping on his clean tennis shirt. He hadn't gotten to play at all and his day clothes were soaked with sweat. He grimaced, glad at least that he had showered and that no-one was wandering around this late to see his barefoot mess of an appearance.

Hopefully Marui would be asleep. He squeezed the strap of his bag with one hand and pushed open the door with one hand a crack, hoping to see a dark, quiet dorm. The light made him frown and he pushed the door open the rest of the way, automatically glancing towards Marui's bed. He was just starting to get worried as he stepped into the shared room, shutting the door and turning towards his side.

His bag landed on the floor with a thunk.

Rubbing his socked feet together, Marui peeked at Tezuka from under strands of pink hair. "What do you think? I thought I'd get a feel for it now."

He was just a smidgen worried that Tezuka wouldn't like it. A smidgen. Not more than that because Marui had a confident outlook on life and it didn't let him worry about things like that. Too much. He tugged fidgetingly on the skirt. Right. What he was supposed to say.

"I should tell you," he started, eyeing Tezuka's appearance and lack of doll. "You should make sure Echizen keeps your assignment doll in his room." His next smile was brilliant. "Well, if you don't want your child to end up out the window anyway."

Sliding off Tezuka's bed, slowly enough that his skirt dragged up his thighs with the movement, Marui lifted one of his legs up for inspection.

"What do you think?" he repeated. He had the insane desire to go 'Smooooooth' but kept it bottled up, knowing the idiotic word would probably end up with him choking with laughter or something weird like that. The feeling was there.

Tezuka gaped like a fish out of water for a moment, eyes caught on the hem of the skirt. This was not good, he thought, already resigning himself to even more laps. He shook himself out of it and frowned, eyes going back to Marui's face. The red-head had to be kidding.

"Stop that," he snapped, doing his best to ignore Marui's legs, of all things. Really, this was one of the strangest situations he'd been in. "That doll is a school project. I'd prefer it if you'd let me do my part." At this point, it was either be as cool as possible or go back outside to run more laps.

At least he'd made good use of that lotion.

He bent and picked his bag up again, mentally kicking himself.

"Echizen is the mommy and children do better with their moms at night anyway," Marui told him. He wasn't appreciating the thought of being woken by a doll either. Hence his literally dumping it on Jirou's lap. "What are you going to do with it anyway? I bet he'd be able to give it more affection than you."

His voice held a bit of spite, but not enough to be obvious if you weren't listening for it.

Feeling a little remorseful (after all, Tezuka was always pretty nice), Marui moved closer to the other boy, putting his foot on the tennis bag. "You sure you don't want to try touching?" His voice held a teasing note. "Yuki would touch." Grab, grope, and everything that went with it too probably. Tezuka wasn't in costume but that didn't mean Marui couldn't play.

Tezuka gritted his teeth, not quite sure of how to respond to that. He doubted Echizen would be any less affectionate for a whiny doll, or tolerant of it for that matter. It was plastic and annoying, what did one expect? Yet, he wanted it in the room just to annoy Marui and even if the red-head threw it out the window they were on the first floor.

He dropped the tennis bag again, all the semi-angry angry in him replaced with near panic. His back met the door and he held in a curse.

Yuki, he thought, chewing the inside of his lip. Yes, Yuki would touch. But he wasn't Yuki.

Something in him deflated and he slouched against the doorway, letting out a long breath. This was what that was about. Marui had lost his mind, obviously. Which kind of hurt, if he dwelled on it.

"Marui," he said carefully, staying against the door. "I'm not Yuki."

His breath came out in a loud, whistling exhale. Marui took his foot off the bag and moved back. "Yeah, you're missing the wig and the contacts but we can fix that in the morning." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Turning away, Marui headed back for his bed, pulling the pink wig off his head as he went. Tossing it on his desk, Marui reached his bed and sat down.

Stared at his feet. Yes, taking this off in front of Tezuka was going to be awkward. Clearing his throat, he started to unroll the socks, hoping Tezuka would get the hint and go... wait outside while he de-Shuichified. There had to be a law against your roommate seeing you wear girly underwear unless he was in sync with the game. Which Tezuka soooo wasn't.

Tezuka took the chance and swung the door open again, dashing outside and slamming it shut it behind him. This was getting absolutely abnormal. He leaned against the door again, breathing slowly and staring straight ahead at the door across from them. Who was on this floor? No Seigaku player, of course.

This was not good for his health. Marui could think him as boring as he wanted, but this was getting insane. The entire evening had been insane. He glanced down at his bare feet with a scowl.

Marui was sulking. There really wasn't any word for it. Here he was, dressed up like a girl and Tezuka was not getting with the program. Grimacing, Marui figured that the next morning was going to be a lot more difficult than he had first thought.

He tossed off the uniform with a grunt. Getting into his pyjamas, he decided that he needed a glass of milk and so left everything messily strewn across the floor and exited the room.

Passing by Tezuka, he opted for ignoring the boy and heading for the kitchen area. Yes, milk. Milk or tea. Either would be great.

Tezuka watched Marui's red-head pad past, eyes following his roommate down the hallway until it hurt to keep looking without moving his head. He blinked and turned away, slipping back into their room. He shut the door a little more calmly this time, determinedly not looking towards Marui's side of the room and trooping towards his.

He lay down on his bed, not bothering to change and feeling extremely exhausted. He had lost count of laps at sixty-seven and had just kept running until it got too difficult to even think.

Once in the kitchen, Marui wrenched the fridge door open and stared inside. He could glut. That might make him feel better. Reaching in for the milk, Marui carried it with him out of the room. Walking out of the building, he sat down on the steps to pout and drink milk. Saying he was miffed was one way of putting it. He figured Tezuka was probably hiding in bed by now. Marui set the jar down. Maybe -he- should try running some laps. It might... make him calm down. He'd been feeling so out of sorts after his dream. Almost like there was something bubbling inside and forcing him to act. A little more thoughtlessly than usual, even.

It wasn't like he didn't know the costume was a little too much. Sure, he had talked about it a lot that week but it didn't mean Tezuka would be any more prepared for it or even ok with the idea. Fuck. Marui prodded a rock with his toe and decided that it was nicer outside than inside.

Yeah, he'd just camp for the night. Stare at stars. The sky was so big it could make him feel insignificant at times. Chewing on the corner of his lip, Marui mentally grumbled against roommates and Seigaku in general.

Had he made a bad girl? Shit. Maybe that was it.

Getting up, he walked towards the grass, looking for a good place to lay down with the milk. Taking another swig as he sat down, Marui continued to pout and sulk and think about how tomorrow was going to majorly suck.

Marui was taking an awfully long time.

Tezuka sighed and resolutely continued to stare at the ceiling. Marui was old enough to take care of himself (older than Tezuka, at the very least) and would wander back when he was ready. He tapped his fingers against stomach, waiting for the sound of the door opening so he could relax. It was okay if Marui wanted to ignore him and be mad at him for some absurd reason Tezuka hadn't quite worked out yet, but it was not okay for him to wander about campus when it was getting so late.

He tilted his head back awkwardly, glaring at his clock radio as though this entire situation was its fault. For a moment he fancied that this must be how Oishi feels all the time and then swung his legs over the side of the bed.

It was unsurprisingly quiet in the halls as he padded his way towards the cafeteria, where Marui would probably go first if he was wandering about. He pushed open the double doors to the kitchen slightly, peering inside only to find gleaming counters and no roommate. With a shake of his head he let the doors swing shut and turned away.

Outside the night air was cool and refreshing and relaxed him a lot more than lying on his bed did. He took a deep breath in and glanced up at the sky, hands in the pockets that were normally reserved for tennis balls. You didn't see this many stars from his backyard, no matter how hard he looked and no matter when. He sighed and looked down again, surveying the grassy area surrounding the building.

Almost immediately he found Marui's mop of red and let out a breath of relief. He'd found him, at least, and ought to just turn around and go back to his room since Marui hadn't been eaten alive by some wandering animal or something. His feet seemed to disagree and brought him down the steps and towards his roommate before he could even think about it.

Tezuka stood with his hands in pockets next to Marui, studying his half-full container of milk with the slightest twitch of his lips. He hadn't been totally wrong then. It seemed pointless to say anything since the red-head was obviously mad at him so he sat, silently, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at the dark tennis courts.

He had been admiring the smoothness of his legs for a while but it got old and outside was starting to get cold. Sure, Marui could probably swing it Spartan style for the night and bear with it but he had a bed. A bed in a room with a Tezuka. He reached for gum and stuffed it into his mouth, cleaning away the milk feeling.

Really, he was just avoiding having the whole awkward entrance scene.

At least that's what he was telling himself. Marui lay back and closed his eyes. Each gulp of air made him more aware of the smell of grass and dirt and the sounds around him.

So when Tezuka came to sit down beside him Marui was half aware of him and unsurprised. He was silent for a while. Then, "I wore a skirt," he said petulantly. The for you was left unspoken. Marui decided it could be picked up on. He opened his eyes to stare at Tezuka peevishly. "You could have been nice and said my legs looked nice or something."

And now he was being a girl. Great. Rolling away, he was careful not to knock the milk container over and stared away from Tezuka. Pouting had never been as in style as it was now.

The tennis courts looked strange in the dark, like some ghost town waiting for something to bring it back to life. He tapped his fingers on his knees, listening to the silence around him after Marui spoke.

"Perhaps," he said finally, tilting his head slightly to look back at Marui. "But you're not a girl." He felt impossibly calm, being outside but there was a pounding in his ears from sitting next to Marui. A skirt was a skirt, and perhaps they could be fun but it wasn't something Tezuka was going to take seriously.

Well duh.

Marui finished rolling over until he was on his stomach with his face buried in his arms. "Can we still cosplay?" he asked, not sure about how great his persuasion skills were going to be against this Tezuka. A Tezuka who could be so damn calm and reasonable.

Having his face against his arms was hindering his gum chewing but Marui didn't feel like moving again. The grass tickled his chin though and forced him to turn his head slightly.

Tezuka contemplated that, watching Marui chew his gum. 'No', seemed the most appropriate answer to that but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Cosplay could be fun, even if there were other costumes planned for them.

"Not all the time," he settled, letting go off his knees and laying back on the grass. A moment later he wondered how his white shirt would feel about that idea but didn't move. He felt like he should mention boundaries, but it was nice outside and he was feeling lazy. The pounding didn't stop, but it was more of a throb now.

Watching, Marui grinned. Just a bit. "You're still my date for Yagyuu's party too," he slid in, thinking that Tezuka might just let that one go too.

Deciding he wouldn't give the other boy time to disagree, he asked, "Do you want to camp out here? I'm too tired to go back inside." Not quite tired enough to resist the call of the milk though, and he raised himself to take a gulp before flopping heavily back on the grass.

Tezuka frowned, but didn't say anything. Marui could plan what he wanted, but that just sounded...silly. He wasn't quite sure where they were with each other at the moment after the weird day they'd had together, but he wasn't about to say that.

"Tempting," he sighed, turning his head to look at Marui again. The grass tickled his cheek and he looked back up at the sky. "But I don't think you want to freeze." It was getting colder, which made him wonder how the tennis program would work as the season faded away.

It was getting cold. Marui had goosebumps running up and down his arms because of it. He whined at the thought of getting up though. Peeking over at Tezuka, he had an idea.

"Well, since you're ok with the cosplaying, lets play right now and you can carry me back." Marui wriggled closer to Tezuka, or at least enough to poke the boy with his foot. "I can't get up."

Tezuka sighed. He wasn't in the mood to fuss with Marui over it, but he didn't relish the idea of carrying his roommate anywhere either. After a moment he sat up and glanced down at the lazy red-head.

"A piggyback," Tezuka offered grimly, pulling himself to his feet. He brushed grass and dirt off the back of his shorts, waiting for Marui to get up himself.

Marui considered it. He stared at Tezuka and figured it was probably the best he was going to get. So he nodded. "Ok." Using the grass to drag himself up, Marui pulled himself to his feet. He had had the idea of using Tezuka's legs as support while dragging himself up but the idea of the other hastily moving away and Marui ending back on the ground was not enticing.

Not bothering to brush the grass that was clinging to him away, Marui waited with sleepy eyes and over exaggerated swaying on his feet. "C'mon or I'm going to lay down again."

Tezuka rolled his eyes and squatted awkwardly, motioning for Marui to - for lack of a better phrase - 'hop on'. It was embarrassing, really, but he would live. "Let's get back upstairs," he said impatiently, looking at the dorms wistfully.

Oh his smile was making his cheeks hurt. Really, Marui wondered if Tezuka had ever done this before because the idea of Tezuka giving someone a piggyback ride was just- well it was insane.

Luckily, this had been a pretty insane day. -He- had felt pretty insane. That was saying something. Marui stepped towards Tezuka, clambering on the other boy's back like a redhead monkey. His legs curled around Tezuka's waist almost too snugly.

Tezuka grunted in a way he hoped Marui would take to mean 'shut it or I'll drop you'. Not that he actually would, but fear could take a person a very long way. It was weird having his roommate wrapped around him like this, but it wasn't totally uncomfortable.

He straightened, automatically hooking his arms under Marui's knees. Another sigh and he started towards their room and (hopefully) sleep.

"You're a handful," he muttered.

"Yeah but you like it," Marui mumbled against Tezuka's shoulder. He didn't expect the other boy to agree (because any sane person wouldn't) but it was nice pretending.

He was starting to fall asleep as it was. His face had fallen against the crook of Tezuka's neck, warm breath hitting it on each exhale. Marui didn't notice when they reached the building or the room. His gum had ended up somewhere pressed against the inside of one cheek and Marui figured he was probably going to end up swallowing it once in bed.

Tezuka concentrated resolutely on getting them inside and not on the warm breath on his neck. He frowned at the doorknob, reaching for it awkwardly with one hand while trying not to drop Marui. All it needed was one push with his foot after that and they were back inside.

"Spit out your gum," Tezuka said, though he wasn't quite sure Marui was conscious enough to hear him. He didn't want the red-head choking on it, anyways. He bent, trying to let Marui down onto his bed, always careful.

Spit out his gum where? Marui cracked open an eye, spitting his gum into his hand and sticking it on the night table. There. He stretched out comfortably on his bed, offering Tezuka a thumbs up. "Thanks." He was too tired to bother with saying more. But, while he had Tezuka leaning down...

Marui caught a fistful of the other boy's shirt, breathing in the scent of Tezuka's skin and sweat as he brought their faces closer together. Pressing his mouth carefully to the other boy's Marui tried to get this done before Tezuka could react.

It was a sloppy kiss and his mouth pressed a little too hard against Tezuka's but the roughness felt alright and left a warmth even after Marui had let go and turned away.

Kicking down the covers from under him, Marui yawned. "Goodnight Tezuka." The words were said in the middle of his yawn and Marui rolled until he was on his stomach, pressing his cheek against his pillow. He didn't bother waiting until the other boy had turned off the light. He was out.

Tezuka pulled back, blinking as he watched Marui roll over. He raised a hand to wipe at his mouth, frowning as he turned off Marui's bedside light. Okay, he thought numbly, stepping back towards the door to flick off the ceiling lights. The pounding was almost a roar now, he realized as he fell back on his bed.

He was okay with that. Sort of. He pushed himself under the covers and listened to his roommate breathe.