Log; Marui-kun ;_;
Who: Tezuka and Yamato
When: Tuesday evening~
Where: Under a tree behind the dormitory and dormitory!
What: Angsting over Marui? ^_^;
It was evening. A beautiful, calm one. Sun had just set, but the man sitting cross-legged under an old sakura tree didn’t sense the change in lighting. He listened to the nightingale, singing above him, letting the bird’s song lull him into a trance-like state.
His back was straight and he meditated in silence, breathing only as much as he absolutely needed to. He was close to a dream. Life flowed through him and around him and he let it, without trying to reach out a hand to grasp it. Something so vague couldn’t be touched.
The calm beauty of the afternoon gently descending into evening was lost on Tezuka as he stuffed Marui’s vague, rather stupid note and stuffed it in one pocket. There was a jealous feeling making the edges of his eyesight a slight green colour, though he couldn’t really bring himself to feel bad about being so…moronic. Marui’s record wasn’t the most pure, and some wounds just refused to heal.
With good reason. Tezuka glanced around him, considering the courts despite the approaching late hour - and his eyes fell on the seated man nearby. Yamato - -sensei, yes. A slight frown made his forehead wrinkle and Tezuka turned to approach the tree quietly.
“Sensei,” He greeted awkwardly, pausing in front of Yamato.
A light smile touched the man’s lips as he was brought back from the brink of dreamland to the present by such a pleasant voice. “Tezuka-kun, please sit down.” He didn’t have the glasses he’d borrowed from Ryoga-senpai with him, instead, he’d tied a cloth over the eyes he was so ashamed of. He didn’t move, still somewhat stiff from three hours of meditating.
Tezuka sat, eyeing the cloth. It wasn’t his place to question his sensei’s choice of dress, however curious it was, and he let it go for now. He settled himself, watching Yamato and… waiting he supposed. “It is getting late, sensei,” He pointed out after a moment more.
The boy’s voice reached him again. Yamato mused to himself how very pleasant it had turned out to be. Yet another reminder that time was passing him by. He, who remembered Tezuka-kun as the little freshman in junior high, when he obviously wasn’t the small boy who looked up to him anymore. “Late for what, Tezuka-kun?” Yet another play of words. Yet it amused him, so he let it roll from his tongue.
A blink, and then an inward groan. He’d forgotten what a chore it sometimes became to talk to Yamato, even though it was on exercise of his mind he would normally enjoy. “Apparently nothing,” He replied, a small sigh floating about under his words.
Yamato drew in a deep breath and tuned in on the mood the boy had brought with him. “I always find it pleasant when you come to talk to me,” he started from the bottom of his heart. “But I think this time something is occupying your mind, Tezuka-kun.” The man tilted his head slightly. “Care to share your problem with an old senpai?”
Tezuka’s head tilted and he surveyed said old senpai. Problem? He wasn’t sure he had much of one, unless one could consider a rash and…extraordinarily flexible boyfriend a problem. Most of the time, Tezuka didn’t. He was almost sure the only problem at hand was the cloth covering Yamato-sensei’s eyes, a silly thing he wanted very much to pull from the man’s face - until he figured that this was mostly because of Marui’s influence.
“I don’t believe I have one,” He replied aloud, finally.
“I see,” Yamato straightened his neck and was still for a little eternity. “Then what brings you out of your comfy room at this late hour?” He yawned and let go of his stiff posture. His muscles were aching. It was very disheartening.
“I was hoping to find Marui,” Tezuka admitted, one finger tapping at his knee and then laying still again. Obviously that had been hopeless, but at least he wasn’t sitting in the room with his PDA, hating Saeki for all he was worth.
Yamato blinked behind the cloth. “Is Marui-kun missing?” He was genuinely worried for his student and feared he had scared the boy since after the other day Marui-kun hadn’t attended his classes. Or Ryoga-senpai’s classes.
Tezuka hesitated. Even if it was hard to remember at time, Yamato was still his teacher. Perhaps it was wrong to tell him Marui had run off to do who-knew-what with Saeki? He wasn’t sure. “He isn’t missing,” Tezuka settled stiffly. “I know where he is.” Which contradicted his previous statements, but he wasn’t sure he could explain that to his sensei.
“You lie,” Yamato said immediately. He smiled a bit sadly. The only negative thing about being a teacher was that even his old kouhais found it hard to trust him because of it. He pulled his legs from under him and stretched them. They started tingling after a while as the blood flow returned in them. “But I understand. Tezuka-kun, you are Marui-kun’s roommate, aren’t you? You talk with him about things?”
It wasn’t a nice feeling making Tezuka shift uncomfortably, but he ignored it. Technically he did know where Marui was, but that sounded childish even in his head.
He eyed Yamato curiously for a moment, wondering where the man was going for this. “Yes, I suppose I do,” He agreed, hiding his amusement. Everyone knew about Marui and Tezuka, screwing wherever they could and holding hands wherever they went. Inwardly, Tezuka grimaced and sobered immediately.
Yamato was quiet for a long while before tentatively bringing up the subject he was the most worried about. “Has it seemed in the last few days that he has something on his mind?”
Another hesitation, this time to think. “Always,” Tezuka replied finally. Marui was always filled to the brim with things he didn’t say, or things he did say and too often. That was what, he supposed, they had the PDAs for. Still, it was odd that Yamato would ask - had the sensei noticed something, heavens forbid, Tezuka hadn’t?
“Ah.” Yamato gave himself a moment to think about the word. Yes, Marui had seemed troubled already before anything had happened. Like he was struggling with something. Knowing it wasn’t his business as a teacher to dig too deep, Yamato let go of his natural curiosity on the subject. “I worry as a sensei. Marui-kun hasn’t been to my classes in three days and I fear I might’ve said something to upset him.”
Three days? It wasn't unusual for Marui to skip class, but it was odd for any of the teachers to pay any attention. Although, Yamato wasn't a normal sensei - ignoring how biased Tezuka was. "He is sometimes restless," Tezuka replied, earnest and serious at once. "I doubt it's you, sensei." Hopefully it wasn't, though there wasn't a single reason for the red-head to avoid anyone's class specifically that came to Tezuka's mind.
“I do hope you’re right, Tezuka-kun,” Yamato said holding a hand over his heart. Yet he thought it probably was his fault. He had been silly to get angry for such a small thing, any of his students used to how he normally was would’ve probably freaked out. He smiled then and stood up on his feet. “Would you tell him to please come back to class, Tezuka-kun? We all miss him greatly.”
A nod, and Tezuka got to his feet as well. "I will." He couldn't promise that Marui would listen, but he would try.
“Then, be a good boy and escort me back to my room, please. It’s hard to see with a cloth on my eyes.” Yamato grinned mischievously, though there was no way Tezuka was able to tell, with the said cloth covering half of the man’s face.
"Then perhaps it would be best to remove the cloth," Tezuka sighed, reaching out carefully. Touching was not something he was comfortable with, even with his constant clinging to Marui. Hesitantly, he set his hand at Yamato's elbow. "This way, sensei." It was a tad annoying to still be a boy, but it would be strange to be anything but at the same time.
“How to say this…” Yamato tapped his lower lip thoughtfully with his finger as he easily followed Tezuka-kun’s lead, trusting his former kouhai to not lead him astray. “If I removed this cloth, it would be like losing.”
"Would you tell me, if I asked?" Tezuka questioned, catching a doorknob and opening a side door the dorms quietly. The sensei were all on the sixth floor, he thought. With the girls. He started towards the stairs, gently guiding Yamato.
“It depends on what you want to ask me,” Yamato answered lightly, stepping in time with the boy. From their closeness he could somewhat sense that there was no real difference in their height. He had been right and the revelation made him slightly sad. “Yes, I would.”
"Your cloth," Tezuka said, pleased with his answer. "Why are you wearing it?" He was used to his sensei covering his eyes, but normally with something vaguely normal - like his sunglasses that Tezuka was sure hadn't changed since he had been a first-year.
“I broke my glasses,” Yamato said and felt a little sting at the words. He sighed and then recreated the Yamato he had always been. “Did you know there are creatures in the world that have stopped depending on light as their way of sensing their surroundings? Microbats, for example. It’s called echolocation. They place and hunt their food by the sound. Today I felt like it would be rather interesting to take a step into their world. I even have my own whistle to create sound.” He tapped his chest, where the unnecessary object was hidden under his shirt and laughed a little embarrassedly.
The problem with Yamato-sensei was that Tezuka never knew when to take him seriously and when to guess he was joking. He frowned slightly as the came to they started up the next set of stairs. "I see," He settled.
“Tezuka-kun, don’t ruin your young face by thinking too much,” Yamato berated the boy fondly, sad that he couldn’t ruffle his hair like back in jr high. “You get wrinkles. Wrinkles are bad.”
Tezuka cast a glance over his shoulder and shook his head lightly. "Yes, sensei," He agreed, if only to polite. Bad wrinkles, he thought, half-amused.
The last of the stairs came ahead and what was left was only the straight corridor to the left. Yamato was glad of his safe trip back in Tezuka-kun’s company. “You’d make a wonderful guide-dog, Tezuka-kun,” he complimented his former kouhai with an honest smile.
From 'boy' to 'dog'. Tezuka's hand twitched and he nodded to his sensei before remembering the man couldn't see him. "You wouldn't need one if you watched where you were going, sensei," He replied. This was a silly situation, but he wasn't going to continue questioning Yamato if he wasn't going to get a straight and proper answer. He eyed the cloth again and considered his old captain's apparently broken glasses. Maybe, next time he left camp he would find a similar pair. With a case.
“Oh, don’t be sour, Tezuka-kun, it was a compliment. Guide-dogs are the most sympathetic creatures in the world and their loyalty is unwavering. Just like you. And they are wonderful in guiding blind people in their world of darkness.” He didn’t add the other “just like you” there, but it was on the tip of his tongue. He took out his key and found the keyhole with practised ease. “Goodnight. I hope Marui-kun has returned when you get back to your room. I’d hate to have you worrying all night.”
It was far more difficult than it should be to think of Yamato-sensei as anything other than his buchou, but Tezuka was starting to grow used to it. Starting to, sort of. "Thank you, sensei," He let his hand drop back to his side. "Good night."
When: Tuesday evening~
Where: Under a tree behind the dormitory and dormitory!
What: Angsting over Marui? ^_^;
It was evening. A beautiful, calm one. Sun had just set, but the man sitting cross-legged under an old sakura tree didn’t sense the change in lighting. He listened to the nightingale, singing above him, letting the bird’s song lull him into a trance-like state.
His back was straight and he meditated in silence, breathing only as much as he absolutely needed to. He was close to a dream. Life flowed through him and around him and he let it, without trying to reach out a hand to grasp it. Something so vague couldn’t be touched.
The calm beauty of the afternoon gently descending into evening was lost on Tezuka as he stuffed Marui’s vague, rather stupid note and stuffed it in one pocket. There was a jealous feeling making the edges of his eyesight a slight green colour, though he couldn’t really bring himself to feel bad about being so…moronic. Marui’s record wasn’t the most pure, and some wounds just refused to heal.
With good reason. Tezuka glanced around him, considering the courts despite the approaching late hour - and his eyes fell on the seated man nearby. Yamato - -sensei, yes. A slight frown made his forehead wrinkle and Tezuka turned to approach the tree quietly.
“Sensei,” He greeted awkwardly, pausing in front of Yamato.
A light smile touched the man’s lips as he was brought back from the brink of dreamland to the present by such a pleasant voice. “Tezuka-kun, please sit down.” He didn’t have the glasses he’d borrowed from Ryoga-senpai with him, instead, he’d tied a cloth over the eyes he was so ashamed of. He didn’t move, still somewhat stiff from three hours of meditating.
Tezuka sat, eyeing the cloth. It wasn’t his place to question his sensei’s choice of dress, however curious it was, and he let it go for now. He settled himself, watching Yamato and… waiting he supposed. “It is getting late, sensei,” He pointed out after a moment more.
The boy’s voice reached him again. Yamato mused to himself how very pleasant it had turned out to be. Yet another reminder that time was passing him by. He, who remembered Tezuka-kun as the little freshman in junior high, when he obviously wasn’t the small boy who looked up to him anymore. “Late for what, Tezuka-kun?” Yet another play of words. Yet it amused him, so he let it roll from his tongue.
A blink, and then an inward groan. He’d forgotten what a chore it sometimes became to talk to Yamato, even though it was on exercise of his mind he would normally enjoy. “Apparently nothing,” He replied, a small sigh floating about under his words.
Yamato drew in a deep breath and tuned in on the mood the boy had brought with him. “I always find it pleasant when you come to talk to me,” he started from the bottom of his heart. “But I think this time something is occupying your mind, Tezuka-kun.” The man tilted his head slightly. “Care to share your problem with an old senpai?”
Tezuka’s head tilted and he surveyed said old senpai. Problem? He wasn’t sure he had much of one, unless one could consider a rash and…extraordinarily flexible boyfriend a problem. Most of the time, Tezuka didn’t. He was almost sure the only problem at hand was the cloth covering Yamato-sensei’s eyes, a silly thing he wanted very much to pull from the man’s face - until he figured that this was mostly because of Marui’s influence.
“I don’t believe I have one,” He replied aloud, finally.
“I see,” Yamato straightened his neck and was still for a little eternity. “Then what brings you out of your comfy room at this late hour?” He yawned and let go of his stiff posture. His muscles were aching. It was very disheartening.
“I was hoping to find Marui,” Tezuka admitted, one finger tapping at his knee and then laying still again. Obviously that had been hopeless, but at least he wasn’t sitting in the room with his PDA, hating Saeki for all he was worth.
Yamato blinked behind the cloth. “Is Marui-kun missing?” He was genuinely worried for his student and feared he had scared the boy since after the other day Marui-kun hadn’t attended his classes. Or Ryoga-senpai’s classes.
Tezuka hesitated. Even if it was hard to remember at time, Yamato was still his teacher. Perhaps it was wrong to tell him Marui had run off to do who-knew-what with Saeki? He wasn’t sure. “He isn’t missing,” Tezuka settled stiffly. “I know where he is.” Which contradicted his previous statements, but he wasn’t sure he could explain that to his sensei.
“You lie,” Yamato said immediately. He smiled a bit sadly. The only negative thing about being a teacher was that even his old kouhais found it hard to trust him because of it. He pulled his legs from under him and stretched them. They started tingling after a while as the blood flow returned in them. “But I understand. Tezuka-kun, you are Marui-kun’s roommate, aren’t you? You talk with him about things?”
It wasn’t a nice feeling making Tezuka shift uncomfortably, but he ignored it. Technically he did know where Marui was, but that sounded childish even in his head.
He eyed Yamato curiously for a moment, wondering where the man was going for this. “Yes, I suppose I do,” He agreed, hiding his amusement. Everyone knew about Marui and Tezuka, screwing wherever they could and holding hands wherever they went. Inwardly, Tezuka grimaced and sobered immediately.
Yamato was quiet for a long while before tentatively bringing up the subject he was the most worried about. “Has it seemed in the last few days that he has something on his mind?”
Another hesitation, this time to think. “Always,” Tezuka replied finally. Marui was always filled to the brim with things he didn’t say, or things he did say and too often. That was what, he supposed, they had the PDAs for. Still, it was odd that Yamato would ask - had the sensei noticed something, heavens forbid, Tezuka hadn’t?
“Ah.” Yamato gave himself a moment to think about the word. Yes, Marui had seemed troubled already before anything had happened. Like he was struggling with something. Knowing it wasn’t his business as a teacher to dig too deep, Yamato let go of his natural curiosity on the subject. “I worry as a sensei. Marui-kun hasn’t been to my classes in three days and I fear I might’ve said something to upset him.”
Three days? It wasn't unusual for Marui to skip class, but it was odd for any of the teachers to pay any attention. Although, Yamato wasn't a normal sensei - ignoring how biased Tezuka was. "He is sometimes restless," Tezuka replied, earnest and serious at once. "I doubt it's you, sensei." Hopefully it wasn't, though there wasn't a single reason for the red-head to avoid anyone's class specifically that came to Tezuka's mind.
“I do hope you’re right, Tezuka-kun,” Yamato said holding a hand over his heart. Yet he thought it probably was his fault. He had been silly to get angry for such a small thing, any of his students used to how he normally was would’ve probably freaked out. He smiled then and stood up on his feet. “Would you tell him to please come back to class, Tezuka-kun? We all miss him greatly.”
A nod, and Tezuka got to his feet as well. "I will." He couldn't promise that Marui would listen, but he would try.
“Then, be a good boy and escort me back to my room, please. It’s hard to see with a cloth on my eyes.” Yamato grinned mischievously, though there was no way Tezuka was able to tell, with the said cloth covering half of the man’s face.
"Then perhaps it would be best to remove the cloth," Tezuka sighed, reaching out carefully. Touching was not something he was comfortable with, even with his constant clinging to Marui. Hesitantly, he set his hand at Yamato's elbow. "This way, sensei." It was a tad annoying to still be a boy, but it would be strange to be anything but at the same time.
“How to say this…” Yamato tapped his lower lip thoughtfully with his finger as he easily followed Tezuka-kun’s lead, trusting his former kouhai to not lead him astray. “If I removed this cloth, it would be like losing.”
"Would you tell me, if I asked?" Tezuka questioned, catching a doorknob and opening a side door the dorms quietly. The sensei were all on the sixth floor, he thought. With the girls. He started towards the stairs, gently guiding Yamato.
“It depends on what you want to ask me,” Yamato answered lightly, stepping in time with the boy. From their closeness he could somewhat sense that there was no real difference in their height. He had been right and the revelation made him slightly sad. “Yes, I would.”
"Your cloth," Tezuka said, pleased with his answer. "Why are you wearing it?" He was used to his sensei covering his eyes, but normally with something vaguely normal - like his sunglasses that Tezuka was sure hadn't changed since he had been a first-year.
“I broke my glasses,” Yamato said and felt a little sting at the words. He sighed and then recreated the Yamato he had always been. “Did you know there are creatures in the world that have stopped depending on light as their way of sensing their surroundings? Microbats, for example. It’s called echolocation. They place and hunt their food by the sound. Today I felt like it would be rather interesting to take a step into their world. I even have my own whistle to create sound.” He tapped his chest, where the unnecessary object was hidden under his shirt and laughed a little embarrassedly.
The problem with Yamato-sensei was that Tezuka never knew when to take him seriously and when to guess he was joking. He frowned slightly as the came to they started up the next set of stairs. "I see," He settled.
“Tezuka-kun, don’t ruin your young face by thinking too much,” Yamato berated the boy fondly, sad that he couldn’t ruffle his hair like back in jr high. “You get wrinkles. Wrinkles are bad.”
Tezuka cast a glance over his shoulder and shook his head lightly. "Yes, sensei," He agreed, if only to polite. Bad wrinkles, he thought, half-amused.
The last of the stairs came ahead and what was left was only the straight corridor to the left. Yamato was glad of his safe trip back in Tezuka-kun’s company. “You’d make a wonderful guide-dog, Tezuka-kun,” he complimented his former kouhai with an honest smile.
From 'boy' to 'dog'. Tezuka's hand twitched and he nodded to his sensei before remembering the man couldn't see him. "You wouldn't need one if you watched where you were going, sensei," He replied. This was a silly situation, but he wasn't going to continue questioning Yamato if he wasn't going to get a straight and proper answer. He eyed the cloth again and considered his old captain's apparently broken glasses. Maybe, next time he left camp he would find a similar pair. With a case.
“Oh, don’t be sour, Tezuka-kun, it was a compliment. Guide-dogs are the most sympathetic creatures in the world and their loyalty is unwavering. Just like you. And they are wonderful in guiding blind people in their world of darkness.” He didn’t add the other “just like you” there, but it was on the tip of his tongue. He took out his key and found the keyhole with practised ease. “Goodnight. I hope Marui-kun has returned when you get back to your room. I’d hate to have you worrying all night.”
It was far more difficult than it should be to think of Yamato-sensei as anything other than his buchou, but Tezuka was starting to grow used to it. Starting to, sort of. "Thank you, sensei," He let his hand drop back to his side. "Good night."