[PoT] Baby Maybe, PG, Humor, FujiRyo [xmas05]
Christmas Drabbles 2005
For: lady_mari_chan
Pairing: FujiRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Smex
30_kisses theme: #18 say 'ahh'
Baby Maybe
Ryoma was bored. He’d been bored all day and had paid less attention in class than usual, instead looking out the windows and wondering if it would snow anytime soon. He hoped not, actually. Snow meant he couldn’t play tennis. It was better that it was just bitingly cold because Ryoma didn’t mind the cold when he was running across the court, panting and sweating, racket sure in his hand a fire in his eyes. But he couldn’t do that when it snowed-or, more accurately, he wouldn’t be allowed to.
Three hours more until classes let out, he thought at lunch. Three hours until he could hit the courts, and he was bored.
With a smirk, Ryoma rectified this by carrying his lunch all the way to the seniors’ hall, sliding open the door to class 3-B. Faces turned his way, wide-eyed. A few looks of recognition-he was the genius freshman on the acclaimed tennis team, after all-and a few looks of scornful disbelief. What was a first-year doing in a third-year classroom, uninvited?
A pair of blue eyes collided with his and Ryoma was satisfied in seeing the surprise in them. Fuji Syuusuke, he was pleased to know, was not, despite appearances, impervious to being startled. And Echizen Ryoma was one of the few who could catch him off-guard.
“Ochibi!” Kikumaru cried, pouncing on him and dragging him over to where he and Fuji had been eating. “What are you doing here? Hoi hoi, aren’t you just so sure of yourself~ Quick, Fuji, give him something to eat!”
Ryoma was pushed helpfully toward the seat beside Fuji. Ryoma was not clumsy or graceless; years on the court had seen to that gangly awkwardness. Ryoma was, however, bored, and so he stumbled, one hand landing accidentally in Fuji’s lap as he caught himself from tumbling to the ground.
Fuji drew in a sharp breath and Ryoma hid his grin.
“Oii~! Are you okay?” Kikumaru asked, looking concerned from where he’d bounced down into his seat across from Fuji.
“I’m fine,” Ryoma replied shortly, head ducked low, feigning faint embarrassment as he trailed his hand away from Fuji. He sat down in the empty chair and scooted forward to set his bento on Fuji’s desk, ending up with his thigh pressed against his boyfriend’s. “Itadakimasu,” he murmured as he took out his chopsticks.
Chatter had resumed as soon as he’d been dragged into the room by Kikumaru, but now Ryoma caught faint whispers about the rumors that had flown fast and furious a few weeks ago about the “relationship” between two members on the tennis team and they’d always thought it was Momoshiro and Kaidou because weren’t they always fighting?-obviously a sign that they were covering something up-but maybe it wasn’t them, maybe it was this boy wonder and the smiling prodigy and oh wouldn’t that be something to tell?
“Saa, Ryoma,” Fuji murmured as he slid forward, rubbing his thigh along Ryoma’s.
“Yes, Fuji-senpai?” Ryoma returned in a low voice, expression deliberately blank.
“Were you bored?” Fuji was amused.
Ryoma flashed him a quick grin. His boyfriend knew him well. “Betsuni,” he shrugged back. He let his tongue swipe his chopsticks, catching a residual grain of rice. “Maybe I was.”
Fuji looked at him for a moment, gaze weighty and considering. Then a corner of his mouth curved up. “Say ‘ahh,’” he coaxed, depositing a wasabi roll in Ryoma’s mouth.
Only after he’d downed the three bottles of milk Inui had helpfully provided for his training diet did the fire in Ryoma’s mouth die down enough for him to reflect that his boyfriend was a sadistic bastard who would not be getting any action for at least two weeks. And this was how Ryoma learned, bitterly, that boredom was a dangerous thing.
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Posted: 12.19.2005
For: lady_mari_chan
Pairing: FujiRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: Smex
30_kisses theme: #18 say 'ahh'
Baby Maybe
Ryoma was bored. He’d been bored all day and had paid less attention in class than usual, instead looking out the windows and wondering if it would snow anytime soon. He hoped not, actually. Snow meant he couldn’t play tennis. It was better that it was just bitingly cold because Ryoma didn’t mind the cold when he was running across the court, panting and sweating, racket sure in his hand a fire in his eyes. But he couldn’t do that when it snowed-or, more accurately, he wouldn’t be allowed to.
Three hours more until classes let out, he thought at lunch. Three hours until he could hit the courts, and he was bored.
With a smirk, Ryoma rectified this by carrying his lunch all the way to the seniors’ hall, sliding open the door to class 3-B. Faces turned his way, wide-eyed. A few looks of recognition-he was the genius freshman on the acclaimed tennis team, after all-and a few looks of scornful disbelief. What was a first-year doing in a third-year classroom, uninvited?
A pair of blue eyes collided with his and Ryoma was satisfied in seeing the surprise in them. Fuji Syuusuke, he was pleased to know, was not, despite appearances, impervious to being startled. And Echizen Ryoma was one of the few who could catch him off-guard.
“Ochibi!” Kikumaru cried, pouncing on him and dragging him over to where he and Fuji had been eating. “What are you doing here? Hoi hoi, aren’t you just so sure of yourself~ Quick, Fuji, give him something to eat!”
Ryoma was pushed helpfully toward the seat beside Fuji. Ryoma was not clumsy or graceless; years on the court had seen to that gangly awkwardness. Ryoma was, however, bored, and so he stumbled, one hand landing accidentally in Fuji’s lap as he caught himself from tumbling to the ground.
Fuji drew in a sharp breath and Ryoma hid his grin.
“Oii~! Are you okay?” Kikumaru asked, looking concerned from where he’d bounced down into his seat across from Fuji.
“I’m fine,” Ryoma replied shortly, head ducked low, feigning faint embarrassment as he trailed his hand away from Fuji. He sat down in the empty chair and scooted forward to set his bento on Fuji’s desk, ending up with his thigh pressed against his boyfriend’s. “Itadakimasu,” he murmured as he took out his chopsticks.
Chatter had resumed as soon as he’d been dragged into the room by Kikumaru, but now Ryoma caught faint whispers about the rumors that had flown fast and furious a few weeks ago about the “relationship” between two members on the tennis team and they’d always thought it was Momoshiro and Kaidou because weren’t they always fighting?-obviously a sign that they were covering something up-but maybe it wasn’t them, maybe it was this boy wonder and the smiling prodigy and oh wouldn’t that be something to tell?
“Saa, Ryoma,” Fuji murmured as he slid forward, rubbing his thigh along Ryoma’s.
“Yes, Fuji-senpai?” Ryoma returned in a low voice, expression deliberately blank.
“Were you bored?” Fuji was amused.
Ryoma flashed him a quick grin. His boyfriend knew him well. “Betsuni,” he shrugged back. He let his tongue swipe his chopsticks, catching a residual grain of rice. “Maybe I was.”
Fuji looked at him for a moment, gaze weighty and considering. Then a corner of his mouth curved up. “Say ‘ahh,’” he coaxed, depositing a wasabi roll in Ryoma’s mouth.
Only after he’d downed the three bottles of milk Inui had helpfully provided for his training diet did the fire in Ryoma’s mouth die down enough for him to reflect that his boyfriend was a sadistic bastard who would not be getting any action for at least two weeks. And this was how Ryoma learned, bitterly, that boredom was a dangerous thing.
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Posted: 12.19.2005