Visits And Raindrops [G; Ryoma/Tezuka]
Title: Visits And Raindrops
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ryoma/Tezuka
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Konomi's.
Notes: Used this week's word prompt at 15minuteficlets and is included under the cut.
Word Count: 567
Word: Open
It was warm in the small room, the light cozy and dim. Tezuka stood in the doorway, looking serious, saying nothing. Nanjiroh waved at him drunkenly before his eyes glazed over; he swayed a little bit, stiffened, and then landed with a loud plop against the table, his nose buried in the remainder of uneaten mashed potatoes. Nanako smiled apologetically before tending to Nanjiroh. It took five atempts to get him to stand up; it took two more to get him to stay standing; and it must have taken a lot of compassion on her part to allow him to sing directly in her ear about beautiful girls and which specific attribtues he enjoyed, most of them "bouncy."
Tezuka looked around. Ryoma smirked; outwardly, Tezuka looked calm and collected but the small crease at his left temple showed his discomfort. It was a sign Ryoma had picked up recently and for a brief second, Ryoma almost felt like Inui, gathering data; thankfully this feeling disappeared as soon as he tilted his head back and drained the rest of his Ponta.
"Buchou," he said.
"Echizen," Tezuka replied, looking at him.
Ryoma waited a few seconds before speaking again. "You can sit down."
"Oh."
They faced each other across the table. Nanako came in as Tezuka looked about to say something, offering tea to both; Tezuka nodded and Ryoma refused.
The silence continued, interrupted only twice by thunder. The sound of rain, loud and persistent began to filter in and Ryoma looked up, noticing that the screen door was slightly ajar.
Nanako returned, placing Tezuka's mug on the table. He thanked her and she smiled before leaving the two of them alone.
"Echizen," said Tezuka, noting Ryoma's face. "What are you looking at?"
Ryoma pointed at the screen. "My dad forgot to close it."
Tezuka put his mug down on the table, standing; he moved towards the screen door, resting his palm against it, then slid it open a little wider, raising his head to look upward at a dark sky.
"...buchou?"
When Tezuka didn't answer, Ryoma frowned and stood. When he got to Tezuka, he saw the sky flash; ten seconds later, there was the loudness of thunder that seemed to pulse through the air, making Ryoma shiver a little.
Tezuka looked down at him. "Are you okay, Echizen?"
"I'm fine," Ryoma answered defensively.
His eyes widened when he felt Tezuka's hand on his shoulder, pulling him in a little closer. He stood still, cheeks flushed and warm. When thunder crashed down a second time, he jumped a little bit, inching closer to Tezuka. The hand on his arm squeezed a little tighter.
The rain thinned as they watched. It began to fall in lighter patterns, former crashes and splashes turning into minor drips and splats. The hand on his shoulder remained throughout.
"The rain is nice," said Ryoma.
"Ah," said Tezuka.
When Tezuka finally left, Ryoma realised how cold he was. He'd only been wearing his pajamas, not expecting anyone to come over. His arms and legs were freezing, but the spot where Tezuka's hand had been, had remained, had squeezed -
Where Tezuka had held him, it felt warm.
Ryoma settled into bed, listening to the soft sounds of rain outside his window as he closed his eyes, raising his fingers to one shoulder and smiling.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ryoma/Tezuka
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Konomi's.
Notes: Used this week's word prompt at 15minuteficlets and is included under the cut.
Word Count: 567
Word: Open
It was warm in the small room, the light cozy and dim. Tezuka stood in the doorway, looking serious, saying nothing. Nanjiroh waved at him drunkenly before his eyes glazed over; he swayed a little bit, stiffened, and then landed with a loud plop against the table, his nose buried in the remainder of uneaten mashed potatoes. Nanako smiled apologetically before tending to Nanjiroh. It took five atempts to get him to stand up; it took two more to get him to stay standing; and it must have taken a lot of compassion on her part to allow him to sing directly in her ear about beautiful girls and which specific attribtues he enjoyed, most of them "bouncy."
Tezuka looked around. Ryoma smirked; outwardly, Tezuka looked calm and collected but the small crease at his left temple showed his discomfort. It was a sign Ryoma had picked up recently and for a brief second, Ryoma almost felt like Inui, gathering data; thankfully this feeling disappeared as soon as he tilted his head back and drained the rest of his Ponta.
"Buchou," he said.
"Echizen," Tezuka replied, looking at him.
Ryoma waited a few seconds before speaking again. "You can sit down."
"Oh."
They faced each other across the table. Nanako came in as Tezuka looked about to say something, offering tea to both; Tezuka nodded and Ryoma refused.
The silence continued, interrupted only twice by thunder. The sound of rain, loud and persistent began to filter in and Ryoma looked up, noticing that the screen door was slightly ajar.
Nanako returned, placing Tezuka's mug on the table. He thanked her and she smiled before leaving the two of them alone.
"Echizen," said Tezuka, noting Ryoma's face. "What are you looking at?"
Ryoma pointed at the screen. "My dad forgot to close it."
Tezuka put his mug down on the table, standing; he moved towards the screen door, resting his palm against it, then slid it open a little wider, raising his head to look upward at a dark sky.
"...buchou?"
When Tezuka didn't answer, Ryoma frowned and stood. When he got to Tezuka, he saw the sky flash; ten seconds later, there was the loudness of thunder that seemed to pulse through the air, making Ryoma shiver a little.
Tezuka looked down at him. "Are you okay, Echizen?"
"I'm fine," Ryoma answered defensively.
His eyes widened when he felt Tezuka's hand on his shoulder, pulling him in a little closer. He stood still, cheeks flushed and warm. When thunder crashed down a second time, he jumped a little bit, inching closer to Tezuka. The hand on his arm squeezed a little tighter.
The rain thinned as they watched. It began to fall in lighter patterns, former crashes and splashes turning into minor drips and splats. The hand on his shoulder remained throughout.
"The rain is nice," said Ryoma.
"Ah," said Tezuka.
When Tezuka finally left, Ryoma realised how cold he was. He'd only been wearing his pajamas, not expecting anyone to come over. His arms and legs were freezing, but the spot where Tezuka's hand had been, had remained, had squeezed -
Where Tezuka had held him, it felt warm.
Ryoma settled into bed, listening to the soft sounds of rain outside his window as he closed his eyes, raising his fingers to one shoulder and smiling.