TITLE: We Three
FANDOM: Prince of Tennis
PAIRINGS: FujiOC. Yes, both Fuji's.
SUMMARY: Hayashi Aya is sixteen when she meets the two great loves of her life: Fuji Yuuta… and Fuji Syuusuke. No one said love is easy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
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The first time she meets Fuji Yuuta, it's something out of a j-drama.
She's walking backwards and cheerfully waving goodbye to her friends when a strong hand grips her upper arm.
Her head whips around, and she finds herself locking eyes with a very cute guy around her age. His mouth is pursed disapprovingly, but it seems to be more out of concern than anything else.
"Watch out for the cars."
"Oh," she says, blinking when she realizes that she was literally about to step into the way of a passing car. "Thanks for that."
The boy smiles, and she's pleased to note that his grin tilts to the right. "Don't worry about it. Just watch where you're going from now on."
"I don't know about that," she says playfully. "Will you come to save me every time I almost step out onto a busy street?"
He rolls his eyes, but the smile doesn't leave his lips. "Or," he drawls, "we could get something to eat. We can't have you throwing yourself into cars just to see me."
She beams. "Okay."
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They go to a crepe shop, and she quickly realizes that the smooth confidence the boy had held himself with was probably a rare phenomenon.
"The crepes are good here," he says, his knee bouncing up and down.
She doesn't answer, preferring instead to observe this boy in his default setting.
She takes in the x-shaped scar on his forehead, and how it somehow goes very well with his short, cropped hair. He has a masculine look to him, and his invitation to eat is proof that he's capable of conducting himself in a masculine way. But here, there's something downright boyish in his demeanor.
The boy has noticed her staring by now. "…Are you okay?"
It hits her, then–the reason behind the contrast. "You're a younger sibling, aren't you?" she grins, propping her arm up on the table, under her chin.
She's surprised when something ugly flashes across his face for a second.
"I am. Two older siblings." His tone is curt.
She shrugs it off. "Just making conversation… And, I'm sorry, but we're doing this in the wrong order. The small talk is supposed to come after we introduce ourselves."
The boy relaxes. "I'm Fuji Yuuta."
"Well then, Fuji Yuuta," she says, tone playfully dramatic. "I'm Hayashi Aya. Thank you for saving my life."
The slightly exasperated and incredulous look he gives her unravels her. For some reason or other, it makes her collapse into a fit of giggles. She doesn't even know why, because this really shouldn't be that funny, but there's something about Fuji Yuuta that makes her laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"I don't even know," she gasps.
She's grinning so hard it hurts, and the grin stays for the entire two hours that they spend in the crepe shop.
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Aya is still giddy on the train ride home.
She's smiling at the number Fuji Yuuta had programmed into her phone when someone jostles into her.
"I'm sorry," the person says. "Someone bumped into me."
"Don't worry about it," she says, tearing her eyes away from her phone. "It's the domino effect."
Aya turns around and comes face to face with perhaps the most beautiful person she's ever seen. The boy has an ethereal quality to him, with his ridiculously perfect skin, delicate facial features, and chin-length light-brown hair. He even has the angelic smile down pat, with his eyes curving up gently–wait a second…
"I know you," she smiles in recognition. "You're always on the train I take home from school."
His brow furrows for a second before his face flickers into its usual smile. "You're right."
"Wow," she says, laughing disbelievingly. "What are the odds?"
He smiles politely. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm–"
"No, no, no!" she cries. "This is perfect. We can be each other's Strangers on a Train. Isn't it just dreamy?"
The boy's smile turns quizzical. "You do know that in the movie, they end up killing someone, right?"
"Technicalities. I'm assuming you're not a psychopath."
He laughs lightly. "And if I am?"
Aya can't help but grin, because she doesn't know how he was able to say that without sounding incredibly creepy.
"Then I guess we'll have to refrain from hurting anyone."
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