[stagesoflove] Periods of Time: Yesterday | Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Miyuki
Author: Mizu [muzivitch]
Series: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Miyuki
Rating: G
Length: 587 words
She's sitting on a bench outside the Seishun Gakuen gates when he comes out of school, and Tezuka stops short, blinks and adjusts his glasses on his nose before he speaks. Or before he tries to speak, rather; Miyuki beats him to it.
"I called you yesterday," she says as she leaps to her feet, her eyebrows nearly meeting in a single dark line under her baseball cap. "You didn't answer."
Tezuka's eyes skim up and down her. She's wearing a crisp white shirt and a black skirt - Shitenhouji uniform, he remembers from Nationals, so she must have moved to Osaka with her brother - but she's got the baseball cap still, and she's swapped the usual regulation school shoes for tennis shoes. The effect, he thinks, is that she's tolerating the school uniform because she has to, but she doesn't plan to look like everyone else.
"I don't answer my phone when I don't recognize the number," he says evenly, adjusting his schoolbag on his shoulder. He thinks about asking her how she even got his cell phone number, but after a moment's thought, the answer is obvious: she asked her brother, who asked Tachibana, who asked either Fuji or Inui, and either one of them had probably produced it with some glee. "Why are you in Tokyo?"
Miyuki tips her head to one side and grins. "School trip," she says. "You know, the museums and the landmarks and the lectures on Japanese culture." She reaches up to adjust her baseball cap and makes a face. "We've been here for two days, and I'm bored."
Tezuka just looks at her, expressionless, and she sighs and shifts on her feet. "I want to play tennis," she says in a rush. "I brought my gear, so we could even play here if you want."
"Hmm," Tezuka says. He glances back at the school. The high school tennis courts are towards the back, so he can't see them from there, but he knows what he would see if he could. Tennis season hasn't started up yet, so the courts would be mostly empty - except for Inui, who has spent the last two days examining them, checking out blemishes, factoring in their effect on the ball and the player, jotting it all down in his notebook. Tezuka can only imagine what he would jot down if he saw Tezuka playing tennis with a twelve year old girl...and that was before the he burned up the phone lines calling everyone else he knew about Tezuka and his "date."
"No," Tezuka says. "Not here. We can play somewhere else."
Miyuki quirks an eyebrow but then shrugs, adjusting her tennis bag on her shoulder. "Okay," she says, and then her mouth splits in a wide grin, and she peeks up at him. "Ne, Thief Bro," she says, and laughs when Tezuka looks down at her. It's the weirdest thing, she thinks; he can look annoyed without really having any kind of expression at all. "Tezuka-kun," she amends. "I missed lunch; that's when I made a break for it." Her eyes gleam at him. "Can we get something before we play?"
Tezuka grunts and pushes his glasses up on his nose again before he looks down at her and speaks. "I suppose that could be arranged."
On anyone else, the faint tightening of his lips would have been just that; on Tezuka Kunimitsu, it might be a smile.
Series: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Miyuki
Rating: G
Length: 587 words
She's sitting on a bench outside the Seishun Gakuen gates when he comes out of school, and Tezuka stops short, blinks and adjusts his glasses on his nose before he speaks. Or before he tries to speak, rather; Miyuki beats him to it.
"I called you yesterday," she says as she leaps to her feet, her eyebrows nearly meeting in a single dark line under her baseball cap. "You didn't answer."
Tezuka's eyes skim up and down her. She's wearing a crisp white shirt and a black skirt - Shitenhouji uniform, he remembers from Nationals, so she must have moved to Osaka with her brother - but she's got the baseball cap still, and she's swapped the usual regulation school shoes for tennis shoes. The effect, he thinks, is that she's tolerating the school uniform because she has to, but she doesn't plan to look like everyone else.
"I don't answer my phone when I don't recognize the number," he says evenly, adjusting his schoolbag on his shoulder. He thinks about asking her how she even got his cell phone number, but after a moment's thought, the answer is obvious: she asked her brother, who asked Tachibana, who asked either Fuji or Inui, and either one of them had probably produced it with some glee. "Why are you in Tokyo?"
Miyuki tips her head to one side and grins. "School trip," she says. "You know, the museums and the landmarks and the lectures on Japanese culture." She reaches up to adjust her baseball cap and makes a face. "We've been here for two days, and I'm bored."
Tezuka just looks at her, expressionless, and she sighs and shifts on her feet. "I want to play tennis," she says in a rush. "I brought my gear, so we could even play here if you want."
"Hmm," Tezuka says. He glances back at the school. The high school tennis courts are towards the back, so he can't see them from there, but he knows what he would see if he could. Tennis season hasn't started up yet, so the courts would be mostly empty - except for Inui, who has spent the last two days examining them, checking out blemishes, factoring in their effect on the ball and the player, jotting it all down in his notebook. Tezuka can only imagine what he would jot down if he saw Tezuka playing tennis with a twelve year old girl...and that was before the he burned up the phone lines calling everyone else he knew about Tezuka and his "date."
"No," Tezuka says. "Not here. We can play somewhere else."
Miyuki quirks an eyebrow but then shrugs, adjusting her tennis bag on her shoulder. "Okay," she says, and then her mouth splits in a wide grin, and she peeks up at him. "Ne, Thief Bro," she says, and laughs when Tezuka looks down at her. It's the weirdest thing, she thinks; he can look annoyed without really having any kind of expression at all. "Tezuka-kun," she amends. "I missed lunch; that's when I made a break for it." Her eyes gleam at him. "Can we get something before we play?"
Tezuka grunts and pushes his glasses up on his nose again before he looks down at her and speaks. "I suppose that could be arranged."
On anyone else, the faint tightening of his lips would have been just that; on Tezuka Kunimitsu, it might be a smile.