Fuji/Saku fic
I'm not sure if I want to make this a chaptered story or not but here's some Fuji/Saku ^^
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
***
“Eh? H-how did y-you know that, Ryoma-kun?”
“You’re too easy to read.”
Sakuno couldn’t be more upset. How was she to know that a 5 letter sentence would bring her so much grief? She leaned her forehead against the wire fence and sighed.
Was she really too easy to read?
A tennis ball smashed into fence had jerked her out of her thoughts. She startled and starred at the yellow object before following the path it took. Her cinnamon eyes found the tennis prodigy, Fuji Syusuke, jogging towards her.
She pulled her tennis racquet further into her chest and averted her gaze down to the ground. Locking her eyes with someone far more skilled and superior to her wasn’t something she was ready for.
“Ah, Ryuzaki-chan, are you alright?”
She nodded and yelped when he looked up to her (because he had crouched down to retrieve his ball). She could see blue eyes (even though they were showing through a crack) and they intimidated her.
After a few more moments of starring, Sakuno looked away, not being able to handle the empty blue eyes. She heard him chuckle and walk away.
To her, Fuji-sempai was someone who knew how to hide what he was truly feeling. It was - wait, rewind.
Empty eyes. Intimidating. Hidden emotions…Fuji-sempai.
An idea slowly ran through her mind and she was bent on carrying it through.
***
“Fuji-sempai!”
The said boy, who was currently leaning against the school gate, turned his neck around. His smile broadened when he found his favourite - and only - subordinate running towards him in her school uniform.
It had been almost a month since he agreed to take her in. She had wanted him to teach her how to control her emotions. Her uncomfortable-ness was something he had taken a liking to. During their time together, the only improvement made so far was her able to hide when she was angry. Fuji supposed that she thought she was improving greatly…but it wasn’t good to have delusional thoughts.
Fuji figured that she had won a place for herself in his heart and how that happened, he didn’t know. But it was something he looked forward to now, seeing her at lunch time.
“I’m sorry I’m late…” She stopped a foot away from him.
“I know.”
“Eh?” She looked up at him and he opened his eyes.
“What do you think would happen if something really shocking happened to you?”
Yes, it was a random question - to her anyway because he had this all planned out. He found her confused expression the cutest,
“I uh…would be like Fuji-sempai. I wouldn’t show it.” She said that last part cheerfully.
He quirked an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Y-yes…why is sempai looking at me that way…?” She clasped her hands together and stepped backwards a step.
“Neh, Sakuno-chan, come here.” When she didn’t come, Fuji smiled wider and walked over to her so he loomed over her.
He placed his entire palm on the bottom of her chin and pushed up while pushing his lips down. His free hand travelled down to her lower back and pushed her into him. Without opening his eyes, Fuji could tell that she was shocked and her eyes would mostly likely be open as wide as it would go.
When her hand - which was previously placed against her chest - fell limp, Fuji pulled away.
His usual expression returned and smirked slightly when his prediction was proven right. Her cheeks were a nice red colour and Fuji found that he liked his expression better than the confused one. He shoved his hands in his pants pocket and turned to walk away.
“Come on Sakuno-chan, there’s much more that you need to learn.”
Fuji took small steps, knowing that she wouldn’t move for a small while. Again he was proved right when he heard her hesitant footsteps behind him. Hopefully, she would still be delusional about her training…because he liked teaching her that she was wrong.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
***
“Eh? H-how did y-you know that, Ryoma-kun?”
“You’re too easy to read.”
Sakuno couldn’t be more upset. How was she to know that a 5 letter sentence would bring her so much grief? She leaned her forehead against the wire fence and sighed.
Was she really too easy to read?
A tennis ball smashed into fence had jerked her out of her thoughts. She startled and starred at the yellow object before following the path it took. Her cinnamon eyes found the tennis prodigy, Fuji Syusuke, jogging towards her.
She pulled her tennis racquet further into her chest and averted her gaze down to the ground. Locking her eyes with someone far more skilled and superior to her wasn’t something she was ready for.
“Ah, Ryuzaki-chan, are you alright?”
She nodded and yelped when he looked up to her (because he had crouched down to retrieve his ball). She could see blue eyes (even though they were showing through a crack) and they intimidated her.
After a few more moments of starring, Sakuno looked away, not being able to handle the empty blue eyes. She heard him chuckle and walk away.
To her, Fuji-sempai was someone who knew how to hide what he was truly feeling. It was - wait, rewind.
Empty eyes. Intimidating. Hidden emotions…Fuji-sempai.
An idea slowly ran through her mind and she was bent on carrying it through.
***
“Fuji-sempai!”
The said boy, who was currently leaning against the school gate, turned his neck around. His smile broadened when he found his favourite - and only - subordinate running towards him in her school uniform.
It had been almost a month since he agreed to take her in. She had wanted him to teach her how to control her emotions. Her uncomfortable-ness was something he had taken a liking to. During their time together, the only improvement made so far was her able to hide when she was angry. Fuji supposed that she thought she was improving greatly…but it wasn’t good to have delusional thoughts.
Fuji figured that she had won a place for herself in his heart and how that happened, he didn’t know. But it was something he looked forward to now, seeing her at lunch time.
“I’m sorry I’m late…” She stopped a foot away from him.
“I know.”
“Eh?” She looked up at him and he opened his eyes.
“What do you think would happen if something really shocking happened to you?”
Yes, it was a random question - to her anyway because he had this all planned out. He found her confused expression the cutest,
“I uh…would be like Fuji-sempai. I wouldn’t show it.” She said that last part cheerfully.
He quirked an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Y-yes…why is sempai looking at me that way…?” She clasped her hands together and stepped backwards a step.
“Neh, Sakuno-chan, come here.” When she didn’t come, Fuji smiled wider and walked over to her so he loomed over her.
He placed his entire palm on the bottom of her chin and pushed up while pushing his lips down. His free hand travelled down to her lower back and pushed her into him. Without opening his eyes, Fuji could tell that she was shocked and her eyes would mostly likely be open as wide as it would go.
When her hand - which was previously placed against her chest - fell limp, Fuji pulled away.
His usual expression returned and smirked slightly when his prediction was proven right. Her cheeks were a nice red colour and Fuji found that he liked his expression better than the confused one. He shoved his hands in his pants pocket and turned to walk away.
“Come on Sakuno-chan, there’s much more that you need to learn.”
Fuji took small steps, knowing that she wouldn’t move for a small while. Again he was proved right when he heard her hesitant footsteps behind him. Hopefully, she would still be delusional about her training…because he liked teaching her that she was wrong.