Putting Out Fires
AU, TezukaFuji/ Fuji learns the hard way that it's probably not smart to give Tezuka detention.
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A/N: The latest chapters of My Brother's Keeper and Lost Fantasies will be up very soon, they're just undergoing some revisions. Meanwhile, I decided that I needed to experiment and chose a bad boy Tezuka as my theme. Somehow it warped into a student/teacher romance and I just couldn't help myself. Hopefully, it is not too cliche, but if it is, feel free to say so. Enjoy!
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"We all try to be patient with him, Syusuke. We really do. His parents died in a tragic car accident and he lives alone with his grandfather. A kind man, but he can't do much." Ryuzaki Sumire, Principal, reminded Fuji of a woman who refused to meet the limits that came with age. "We'd throw him out if we could…but you know, his parents were such outstanding alumni of Seishun, and his grandfather contributes to the school annually."
He was twenty-three, she was somewhere around sixty, if he pushed his luck, Fuji Syusuke knew she could have been old enough to be his grandmother. Perhaps that was the reason her logic was lost on him. He tapped his knuckles thoughtfully on her antique walnut desk.
"So what? You're telling me because Tezuka Kunimitsu lives with his grandfather and you're afraid to throw him out because the school would go bankrupt that I can't give him detention?" Fuji could hardly believe his ears. "The nurse says that Oishi-kun's wrist was fractured. Fractured. Even in a fist fight, such an injury is uncommon." He repeated the word severely.
She seemed to shrink a little. "…It's just…none of the other teachers have ever given him detention…even when…he gets—well," She tried to come up with a kinder word and failed, "…violent…or otherwise. You've only been here a month, Syusuke, that, and you're young. You have to understand the way things are around here, some things are simply not done."
"So you let him push other kids around, with no consequences whatsoever." Fuji couldn't help but stare, Seishun Gakuen was famed for being a good school all around. But there were unbelievable people everywhere.
Ryuzaki looked decidedly abashed, "…You have to understand, Syusuke, he is also the pillar of our renowned tennis team, he's been undisputed captain all three years…he's the reason we're like this today."
Fuji pushed back his chair, "Tezuka-kun will still have to serve detention with me from four to six-thirty today. If you'll excuse me."
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Fuji let himself in Classroom 3A and perched himself at the edge of the desk. He had expected the classroom to be empty, but there he was, at his corner desk near the window, idly smoking a cigarette. He had his English textbook out, and appeared to be reading. Fuji was inclined to believe otherwise. He thought he heard Principal Ryuzaki say that this kid was top of the tennis club…the oh, so renowned tennis club, the reason why they were like this today. And yet the kid was sitting here smoking a cigarette. It didn't compute in his head, somehow.
"You can't smoke in here." Fuji said.
No answer.
"Does your grandfather know you smoke? Better yet, does your tennis coach know?" Fuji tried again, feeling more than slightly unnerved at this point. Maybe Principal Ryuzaki had a point. But he pushed that thought aside and set his chin.
Still no answer.
Fuji hopped off the desk and walked to the desk, though he reminded himself of poor Oishi and braced himself. He drew in a deep breath, and reached out to pluck the cigarette out of the boy's mouth. Tezuka let him. Fuji almost dropped the joint, but he stubbed it out quickly enough with the heel of his shoe.
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Five o' clock. Tezuka lit another cigarette. Fuji thought about stopping him, and then decided against it. But then, after another long moment, he realized that that was probably how all the teachers probably thought. If you left the problem alone, it would go away.
He put down the novel he would currently half reading, and marched over to Tezuka's desk again. He plucked the cigarette from the boy's lips like before, but not before Tezuka managed to turn to him and blow a lungful of smoke at him.
Fuji quickly turned his face and stamped out the joint like before. He raised his eyes once more after tossing the burnt out cigarette across the room into the trash with a ping.
He didn't look like a resident 'bad boy' would look. Fuji noticed, as he took in Tezuka fully for the very first time. He had a neatly pressed uniform that was cleaner than average, his hair was clean, and wasn't tinted or tainted by loud highlights that seemed to be so popular these days. He had glasses, thin lenses that made him look decidedly intellectual.
Fuji wasn't about to fall for the illusions that this picture gave him. It fooled everyone else, he knew. But not him, he tilted his head and smiled, "…Question for you, Tezuka-kun. Has anyone ever told you you're incredibly rude?"
Dark eyes met his, and for a moment, Fuji had the fleeting feeling that he had bitten off more than he could chew. "Some, on occasion." Was the unexpected, monotonous answer he received.
Fuji hesitated a moment, and then pressed on, "Doesn't it upset you at all?"
Tezuka gave a cough that could have been a very rude snort, but then, Fuji realized that he could have just easily have been paranoid. "Of course." 'What are you, stupid?' was obviously implied by the subtle edge in his voice.
"Is that why you hit Oishi-kun today? Because he upset you?" Fuji made himself comfortable, perching on the desk across from Tezuka's own.
"No, that was simply to prove a point." Tezuka looked at him, an icy cold glare that made Fuji wince. Tezuka opened his mouth again, to say something else, but took to rummaging his various pockets instead. Fuji lost interest when the boy drew out a pack of cigarettes.
"You can't smoke in here." Fuji said again, though he knew his order would fall on deaf ears.
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Five-thirty. Tezuka was tired of smoking. Fuji knew it by the way the joint rolled listlessly between the boy's long fingers. To his surprise, Tezuka stubbed out the cigarette on his own and stared at it. When he spoke, Fuji glanced up once more from his novel.
"Most of my friends do lines and stand against the wall while the teachers yell at them." Tezuka said. "Aren't you going to do that, sensei?" That same bite, that made him wince before, but this time Fuji stilled himself.
Fuji turned a page to hide a vague smirk that had come to his lips, "…Saa, no, actually. I don't like yelling. And I'm too tired to think of a sentence; but you're very welcome to stand against the wall, if you feel like it."
Tezuka's eyes narrowed. "Isn't detention supposed to imply some form of punishment?"
"I am punishing you." Fuji smiled sweetly, "I'm going to bore you to death. That's your punishment." He glanced pointedly at the clock, "You get to sit here, and do nothing, for another hour. Enjoy it."
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Six o' clock. Tezuka Kunimitsu stared down at his desk, memorizing every groove and nick that was on the surface of the scratched wood. That was all that was left to do, except breathe, and smoke. But he had run out of cigarettes. He was inwardly seething. Although his face remained stonily impassive, a feat that took years upon years of practice.
Everyone had warned him that the new English teacher for the seniors wasn't to be reckoned with. And so it probably wasn't a good idea to fracture Oishi's wrist in Fuji-sensei's class. But what was done was done.
He touched a hand to his glasses, and glanced towards the clock, it seemed that the minute hand hadn't moved at all. "…Detention usually ends at six in Sanada-sensei's class, Inui told me." He said. Sanada was the chemistry teacher, and most of Inui's 'accidents' occurred in that class, hence detention.
Fuji-sensei turned a page of his noticeably English paperback and said, without looking at him, "…I'm not Sanada-sensei, Tezuka-kun. If I say six-thirty, then you sit there like a good boy until six-thirty."
Fuji-sensei was utterly infuriating, Tezuka realized for the millionth time that hour.
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Six-fifteen. Tezuka took off his glasses to wipe them. He put them back on. "Why do I have to stay until six-thirty?" He asked, finally, still staring determinedly at the grooves of wood.
"…You don't like sitting here with me and doing absolutely nothing at all?" Fuji-sensei did not glance up from his book, even though the way Tezuka saw it, he only had a couple of pages left. "I'm disappointed."
"I'm missing tennis practice for this." Tezuka laced his fingers together and stared at nothing at all. "Coach will not be happy."
"You weren't going to attend tennis practice anyway." Fuji said with the same sickeningly sweet smile, closing his book. "You were going to skip practice with your little Echizen Ryoma and…well, who knows what kids do nowadays. So I thought your time would be better spent contemplating your behavior today."
Even Tezuka himself had forgotten that, he had been so busy fuming about the fact that Fuji-sensei gave him detention that he had completely forgotten how furious his boyfriend would surely be. How Fuji-sensei knew that…well, that was another story. One story he wasn't going to get, probably.
"You aren't that much older than me." He said, finally, grappling for a sentence that sounded remotely intelligent. That sounded all right.
"True, I'm not. Which probably explains why you're in detention." Fuji-sensei sounded so smug.
He was being mocked, and he had never been mocked before. Tezuka decided that he didn't at all like the feeling. He got to his feet and walked two steps to the desk where Fuji-sensei sat. "I don't like it when you use that tone with me, sensei."
"And I detest it when you don't respect your elders, like you should." Fuji-sensei's words were steady enough; perhaps they might have been even frightening, if the trembling deep blueness of his eyes hadn't given him away.
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Tezuka held the gaze, until the bright eyes finally gave and glanced away. "…I suggest you never give me detention again, sensei. It's a pain. Ryoma is going to be angry with me."
Fuji-sensei no longer met his gaze, but his voice was just as firm as he stared down at the cover of his book, "That's not something that you have the right to suggest, Tezuka-kun."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly unreasonable, Fuji-sensei?" Tezuka asked, staring idly at his watch, watching the hand creep towards six-thirty. "I really don't like you."
"And I'm not so crazy about you, Tezuka-kun." Fuji-sensei raised his head to stare at him, and the intensity of his gaze had changed, so much so that Tezuka flinched, though just ever so slightly. "As far as I'm concerned, that's Echizen Ryoma's job, bless his soul." He paused for a minute in thought, "For your question, yes, I'm unreasonable. I admit that completely."
Tezuka stared at him a moment longer, and his lips twitched up very slowly into a very slight smirk. "…You shouldn't be so unreasonable." He tilted up Fuji-sensei's face with his thumb and forefinger, "Maybe it's easier for you to get a date. Do you date?"
His teacher's jaw was trembling, "I don't see how that's any of your business." He managed, without shaking.
"You made Ryoma your business, when he's obviously not. So I might as well." Tezuka said, he leaned a little closer, maybe half an inch, he could hear the other's ragged breathing. "I don't think you date, if you want my opinion. You're stuck up, and unreasonable, no one would want you."
"Then I'm sure I'll get plenty of dates." Fuji-sensei said, "I sound exactly like you, you seem to be quite the charmer." He brushed Tezuka's fingers away from his chin, "I appreciate it if you didn't touch me." The tone was firm, though just firm and not cold in anyway.
Tezuka glared at him, and opened his mouth to speak, but his watch caught his eye. Six-thirty. He grabbed his back and stalked out of the room without another word, slamming the door loudly after.