The Meaning of Spontaneity; InuTezuFuji, PG, 3398 words, complete.

[redpocket]

Tezuka’s in his first lecture of the day. It’s boring him already and he hasn’t even been sitting still for two minutes. The padded chair he’s in is probably only a few years old, but still old enough that so many students have sat in it as to give the blue colour an almost green tint and the fabric a worn, used kind of look.

Someone sits

Comments

[redpocket]

Thank you! *^__^* University is like that. :) I get distracted easily and think about what other people would do if they were in my classes. Wouldn't it be an OT3? :>

[anjenue]

EEEEEE more fic from you! Oh god, I'm so excited. I really, truly love this OT3, and I adore the way you write them, little slice-of-life experiences that show just how well they fit and how they need each other. Oh, Tezuka. *snickers*

This was just lovely. Truly lovely. As is everything of yours I have ever read. So I think it's far past time for me to friend you. ♥

[redpocket]

Thank you! (/^3^)/ I feel really privileged and your comments make me really happy. <33

[schweinsty]

Oh, that's really cute :). Inui seemed to fit in more this time - I think you're slowly converting me :P.

[redpocket]

Thank you! :> I'll try and I'm happy you're giving the trio (nearly wrote pair) a chance! /(^o^)/

[paralinguistic]

Ohhh, I love this! ♥ They all seemed to fit in very well, there are almost a comfortable feel to it. Very nice.

[redpocket]

Thank you! \(^o^)/ I think that's the feeling I was trying to capture - just a sense of being able to be themselves around each other, even if they stir each other up at times. :>

[redpocket]

<33 Thank you! :)