[PoT] Track Record, PG, Humor, FujiRyo
For my precious, wonderful, fantabulous kouhai aisutenshi. ♥ Good luck on the last of those finals, Kimi-chan!
Title: Track Record
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma has to run laps and the regulars have quite the commentary.
30_kisses theme: #9 dash
Track Record
by meitachi
“Echizen!” snapped Tezuka as the first-year slunk onto the courts ten minutes after practice had started. “You’re late. Thirty laps.”
Ryoma glanced at him from beneath his cap then tugged the brim lower and set out around the courts at a slow jog.
“Ochibi doesn’t look really enthusiastic,” Kikumaru noted, leaning on Oishi’s shoulder, idly twirling his racket as he watched the freshman trudge at a pace just reasonable enough to avoid another irritated comment by Tezuka. “He looks so worn out!”
Oishi made a concerned noise. “I hope he hasn’t been overexerting himself,” he agreed, casting Ryoma another worried look before turning his attention back to Tezuka, who was finishing up the last of his instructions. Normal training, as usual, with regulars on A and B courts today, and freshmen still assigned to ball duty.
Ryoma passed by where the regulars were gathered, one lap completed.
“So slow, nya!” Kikumaru exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s wrong with him?”
The rest of the team followed his gaze, joining him in the speculation.
“…he’s running kinda funny,” Momoshiro said at last. He scratched the back of his head, a perplexed expression on his face. “I don’t know why exactly but, yeah.”
Inui adjusted his glasses. “I believe he is moving carefully, taking long strides and favoring his left hip. It appears that he is suffering from some pain in his rectal area.”
Dead silence followed this observation.
Finally, Kaidou hissed, flushing, and turned his head away. The rest of the regulars continued staring at Fuji.
“Fujiko!” Kawamura said, sounding flustered.
“Fuji-senpai!” said Momoshiro, sounding scandalized.
“Fuji!” said Kikumaru, sounding absolutely delighted. His grin was bright and mischievous as he elbowed his friend and winked knowingly.
Fuji smiled serenely and didn’t comment.
“Fuji,” Tezuka said, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Try to restrain yourself on club days.” He sounded both pained and resigned as he lifted his gaze to slender boy at the center of attention, looking completely innocent and harmless.
“Saa,” Fuji said, “I think it helps his endurance.” He turned his head slightly to watch Ryoma circle the courts, still loping at a fairly leisurely pace, and curled his lips into a smile that spoke of things that Tezuka was quite certain he didn’t want to know but could make a fair guess at-touches and kisses and bruises left on hips that limited the range of full physical capabilities. Unacceptable. “He doesn’t mind. Tomorrow,” Fuji added, “I might be the one…how did you put it, Inui? ‘Moving carefully.’” He smiled brightly.
Tezuka’s mouth was pulled tight, fighting a wince. “Twenty laps,” he said flatly. “And run them.”
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Started/Finished: 01.18.2006
Title: Track Record
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma has to run laps and the regulars have quite the commentary.
30_kisses theme: #9 dash
Track Record
by meitachi
“Echizen!” snapped Tezuka as the first-year slunk onto the courts ten minutes after practice had started. “You’re late. Thirty laps.”
Ryoma glanced at him from beneath his cap then tugged the brim lower and set out around the courts at a slow jog.
“Ochibi doesn’t look really enthusiastic,” Kikumaru noted, leaning on Oishi’s shoulder, idly twirling his racket as he watched the freshman trudge at a pace just reasonable enough to avoid another irritated comment by Tezuka. “He looks so worn out!”
Oishi made a concerned noise. “I hope he hasn’t been overexerting himself,” he agreed, casting Ryoma another worried look before turning his attention back to Tezuka, who was finishing up the last of his instructions. Normal training, as usual, with regulars on A and B courts today, and freshmen still assigned to ball duty.
Ryoma passed by where the regulars were gathered, one lap completed.
“So slow, nya!” Kikumaru exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s wrong with him?”
The rest of the team followed his gaze, joining him in the speculation.
“…he’s running kinda funny,” Momoshiro said at last. He scratched the back of his head, a perplexed expression on his face. “I don’t know why exactly but, yeah.”
Inui adjusted his glasses. “I believe he is moving carefully, taking long strides and favoring his left hip. It appears that he is suffering from some pain in his rectal area.”
Dead silence followed this observation.
Finally, Kaidou hissed, flushing, and turned his head away. The rest of the regulars continued staring at Fuji.
“Fujiko!” Kawamura said, sounding flustered.
“Fuji-senpai!” said Momoshiro, sounding scandalized.
“Fuji!” said Kikumaru, sounding absolutely delighted. His grin was bright and mischievous as he elbowed his friend and winked knowingly.
Fuji smiled serenely and didn’t comment.
“Fuji,” Tezuka said, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Try to restrain yourself on club days.” He sounded both pained and resigned as he lifted his gaze to slender boy at the center of attention, looking completely innocent and harmless.
“Saa,” Fuji said, “I think it helps his endurance.” He turned his head slightly to watch Ryoma circle the courts, still loping at a fairly leisurely pace, and curled his lips into a smile that spoke of things that Tezuka was quite certain he didn’t want to know but could make a fair guess at-touches and kisses and bruises left on hips that limited the range of full physical capabilities. Unacceptable. “He doesn’t mind. Tomorrow,” Fuji added, “I might be the one…how did you put it, Inui? ‘Moving carefully.’” He smiled brightly.
Tezuka’s mouth was pulled tight, fighting a wince. “Twenty laps,” he said flatly. “And run them.”
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Started/Finished: 01.18.2006