Title: Where the Mountains Meet the Heavens (1/5)
Author: Ria
Theme: Sight (Exploration of a Relationship Through The Five Senses)
Pairing: Tezuka/Ryoma
Rating: PG
Notes: Specific spoilers for Episode 3 of the anime, as well as Tezuka's backstory concerning his elbow injury and his freshman year.
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Tezuka has never been one for talking since his first year in junior high. Well, to be fair, he hadn’t been much of a talker before then, either, but Oishi sometimes teases that back then at least he had said more than two words per sentence. Of course, he usually apologies profusely the moment he’s spoken, ruining any attempt at humour.
After the accident, when playing tennis was constantly shadowed by ever-increasing pain and Tezuka knew for certain what his senpai in the club were like, all traces of friendliness and inner respect disappeared. The only exception to this was Oishi, who still stood by him. Tezuka now only focused on what was important, what was necessary: being Seigaku’s Pillar and getting the team to the Nationals.
Now Buchou, he has become adept at observation. He has learned to watch matches, keeping a keen eye out for mistakes, techniques that need to be improved, and dormant talent. Everyone is given a chance, but they must work for it.
Tezuka is used to watching. Those that don’t talk much are usually good listeners.
He stands by the window, watching a twelve year old serve with an old racquet. This twelve year is like none of the other freshman - he could probably make many of the Regulars work for their places, in fact - but Tezuka is eerily reminded of himself back in freshman year.
But there are differences. Tezuka did not play with his left hand out of respect for his senpai; Echizen Ryoma uses it as a trap. Tezuka had too much respect for his senpai; Echizen Ryoma has none and wears arrogance like a shield.
He thinks about the ranking matches he’s just grouped and blocked. He thinks about the year ahead.
The boy is talented… he just needs to be carefully nurtured. He could be what Seigaku has been missing.
“See something you like, Tezuka?” Ryuzaki-sensai asks, gently goading him. He glances at her and suddenly realises how old she has become, how deeply the lines have etched into her face. There isn’t much time left for any of them.
“Not really,” he says, turning away from the window and the kind, knowing smile on Oishi’s face.
This year, Tezuka thinks, they’ll take the Nationals.
Onto the
next part.