[PoT] Following the Sun, PG, Humor/Romance, FujiRyo [drabble8]
Drabble Request #8
For: firedraygon97
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Line: “Fuji-senpai, must you always smile like that?”
30_kisses theme: #12 in a good mood
Following the Sun
489 words
[8:46 a.m.]
The sun was bright, slanting down rays from the pale blue sky. It was still fairly early in the morning but late in February, and the sun had slowly climbed higher in the sky as winter passed.
Ryoma blinked as he left the club room after practice, hair still wet from his hurried shower. He glanced at the clock on the school tower and shook his head, flinging water droplets into the sunlight. He continued unhurriedly towards class.
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[12:15 p.m.]
“Fuji-senpai, must you always smile like that?”
“I don’t always, Ryoma.”
“Hn.” Ryoma leaned against the older boy and closed his eyes. Lunch break on the roof was not exactly an encouraged activity by the school, but it’d become tradition. Few teachers found it necessary (or beneficial) to their already-high stress levels to argue details with the president of Seigaku High’s prestigious photography club. And Ryoma was the school’s beloved tennis genius, after all. His indulgences were given a blind eye.
Fuji smiled down at the head resting comfortably on his shoulder. “It’s a different one than usual,” he commented, lifting a wasabi roll to his mouth.
“It’s too bright,” grumbled Ryoma, slinging an arm over his eyes.
“The sun?”
“No.”
A shadow fell over the younger boy’s face. He opened his eyes, blinking, and found himself looking into a warm blue gaze. “Why are you in such a good mood, anyway?”
“Saa…who knows?”
Ryoma made an annoyed sound at the amused tone, knowing his boyfriend was keeping secrets again. He knew, also, that it would be pointless to ask. Instead, he shifted against Fuji, settling into a more comfortable position, and opened his mouth when a sushi roll was pressed to his lips, deliberately swiping his tongue over the lingering fingertips.
Fuji only looked more pleased.
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[4:22 p.m.]
“Ryoma.”
“Syuusuke.”
“It’s my birthday.”
Ryoma smirked at him. “No, it’s not.” He continued slurping his smoothie through his straw.
Fuji propped his chin on his hands, elbows resting on the cheap plastic surface of the drink shop table. “Almost,” he said, bangs falling into closed eyes. He sat across from the younger boy, own drink untouched, watching Ryoma wrap his mouth around the straw and suck.
“Not for another three years, senpai.”
“It’s not nice to make me wait that long.”
Ryoma only looked at him, golden eyes smug.
“Do you know what I want for my birthday?” Fuji asked sweetly.
A pause. “What?” Ryoma’s tone was disgruntled and resigned.
Leaning forward, the sun catching on the glass of the store window and reflecting rainbows in his hair and eyes, Fuji whispered his request into Ryoma’s ear.
The younger boy jerked back, horrified. “Absolutely not,” he hissed. “I will not perform a striptease for you! Ever.”
“Ruin my fun,” sighed Fuji, still in good humor. Then his smile turned wicked, blue eyes dancing. “Would you prefer I give you one?”
-
[9:42 p.m.]
“PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON, FUJI!”
…
“…when did you get that tattoo?!”
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Posted: 02.23.2005
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Disclaimer: [insert witticism here] I don’t own it.
Notes: My muses like this one; they want to clamp down on it and expand, adding more scenes and descriptions and metaphors and all the works. My thoughts: maybe. After the rest of the drabbles, ALSR9, Sight, and Touch.
Yes, of course Fuji has a tattoo; haven’t you read PoT & Thrill Pair According to Mei on Crack How Ryoma Fell Out of Love with Rapster Horio?
For: firedraygon97
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Line: “Fuji-senpai, must you always smile like that?”
30_kisses theme: #12 in a good mood
Following the Sun
489 words
[8:46 a.m.]
The sun was bright, slanting down rays from the pale blue sky. It was still fairly early in the morning but late in February, and the sun had slowly climbed higher in the sky as winter passed.
Ryoma blinked as he left the club room after practice, hair still wet from his hurried shower. He glanced at the clock on the school tower and shook his head, flinging water droplets into the sunlight. He continued unhurriedly towards class.
-
[12:15 p.m.]
“Fuji-senpai, must you always smile like that?”
“I don’t always, Ryoma.”
“Hn.” Ryoma leaned against the older boy and closed his eyes. Lunch break on the roof was not exactly an encouraged activity by the school, but it’d become tradition. Few teachers found it necessary (or beneficial) to their already-high stress levels to argue details with the president of Seigaku High’s prestigious photography club. And Ryoma was the school’s beloved tennis genius, after all. His indulgences were given a blind eye.
Fuji smiled down at the head resting comfortably on his shoulder. “It’s a different one than usual,” he commented, lifting a wasabi roll to his mouth.
“It’s too bright,” grumbled Ryoma, slinging an arm over his eyes.
“The sun?”
“No.”
A shadow fell over the younger boy’s face. He opened his eyes, blinking, and found himself looking into a warm blue gaze. “Why are you in such a good mood, anyway?”
“Saa…who knows?”
Ryoma made an annoyed sound at the amused tone, knowing his boyfriend was keeping secrets again. He knew, also, that it would be pointless to ask. Instead, he shifted against Fuji, settling into a more comfortable position, and opened his mouth when a sushi roll was pressed to his lips, deliberately swiping his tongue over the lingering fingertips.
Fuji only looked more pleased.
-
[4:22 p.m.]
“Ryoma.”
“Syuusuke.”
“It’s my birthday.”
Ryoma smirked at him. “No, it’s not.” He continued slurping his smoothie through his straw.
Fuji propped his chin on his hands, elbows resting on the cheap plastic surface of the drink shop table. “Almost,” he said, bangs falling into closed eyes. He sat across from the younger boy, own drink untouched, watching Ryoma wrap his mouth around the straw and suck.
“Not for another three years, senpai.”
“It’s not nice to make me wait that long.”
Ryoma only looked at him, golden eyes smug.
“Do you know what I want for my birthday?” Fuji asked sweetly.
A pause. “What?” Ryoma’s tone was disgruntled and resigned.
Leaning forward, the sun catching on the glass of the store window and reflecting rainbows in his hair and eyes, Fuji whispered his request into Ryoma’s ear.
The younger boy jerked back, horrified. “Absolutely not,” he hissed. “I will not perform a striptease for you! Ever.”
“Ruin my fun,” sighed Fuji, still in good humor. Then his smile turned wicked, blue eyes dancing. “Would you prefer I give you one?”
-
[9:42 p.m.]
“PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON, FUJI!”
…
“…when did you get that tattoo?!”
--
Posted: 02.23.2005
--
Disclaimer: [insert witticism here] I don’t own it.
Notes: My muses like this one; they want to clamp down on it and expand, adding more scenes and descriptions and metaphors and all the works. My thoughts: maybe. After the rest of the drabbles, ALSR9, Sight, and Touch.
Yes, of course Fuji has a tattoo; haven’t you read PoT & Thrill Pair According to Mei on Crack How Ryoma Fell Out of Love with Rapster Horio?