Once I read the Prince of Afterschool. This was the result.

Familial Relations

When he had returned from school, Tezuka was in Ryoma's house trying to cook for him.

(While his captain wasn't a very good cook, he was getting quite good at chopping up onions.)

When he went to his room after a most bizarre dinner episode, Tezuka was sitting in his room. He had stoically announced to Ryoma's family that he would sing him a lullaby, though Ryoma had fervently hoped for it to be a really lame joke.

(And he was still wearing an apron over his school uniform. A pink, frilly apron. If it hadn't been so very disconcerting, it would have been hilarious.)

"Buchou," Ryoma said, feeling like he might cry if this continued.

Everyone had been even weirder than usual today with the exception of Fuji, who was always weirder than everybody else anyway.

"Buchou," Ryoma repeated, even though he didn't expect Tezuka to react. But he was not going to call Tezuka 'mother'.

Never, ever.

Tezuka ignored him, as predicted, and got up. He crossed the room and closed the door behind Ryoma, sealing his preferred route of escape effectively. Then he turned to face him.

Ryoma swallowed whatever protest he had to those actions and the evening in general, despite feeling trapped and like desperately shouting for help. Maybe Nanako would stop thinking this was all incredibly hilarious and save him at last.

Tezuka put his hands on Ryoma's shoulders. He was very good at making him feel even smaller than he already was in comparison to Tezuka.

"Echizen," he said softly and pushed him towards his bed.

Ryoma thought his voice might crack when he said, "I really don't want you to sing me a lullaby." Or for you to be my mother.

Under the pressure Tezuka applied to his shoulders he relented and sat down on the bed.

"Echizen," Tezuka said again. "I'm not going to sing you a lullaby."

There was something fundamentally wrong about him sounding so, well, hot, when he was still wearing a pink, frilly apron, and after pretending to be his mother for the whole day, however badly.

Being forced to lie down, Ryoma tried to brace himself for the captain singing to him anyway.

So he wasn't very prepared at all for the slightly chapped lips meeting his own.

(His strangled squeak, though, was definitely accompanying the sound of his brain breaking.)

Tezuka pulled back and said, "I'm not your mother, Echizen."

"No kidding," Ryoma replied and yanked Tezuka down again.