Title: Dictionary
Pairing: TezukaFuji (yeps, shounen ai)
Genre: Romance/Angst (half fluff, half angst)
Rating: PG 13 for kissing
Disclaimer: Tezuka isn't mine. He's Fuji's property. Fuji isn't mine. He's Tezuka's one and only.
Warnings: the style, due to author's warped, caffeinated brain, is warped as well. The style is very spontaneous meaning it leads to disorder... This might also show my geek side. I'm sorry. Contains spoilers.
A/N: This is supposed to be my 'Hurrah!-I'm-out-of-hiatus-and-am-on-sembreak' fic. But seeing as there's been a lack of TeFu lately, I decided to publish now and just finish it on October 7th. Besides, I might die trying to finish it by then seeing as Tezuka's birthday will be squished between FINAL exams. This might also be considered as my answer to the Rooftop Challenge. This is, of course, a birthday gift to Tezuka. If it doesn't seem so… I blame Tezuka. He's been poking me to death, saying: I want Fuji for my birthday. This is supposedly a oneshot, but I'm silly so it's not that anymore despite the fact that I still treat it as one. And this is my first TezuFuji drabbles. Tezuka, this is your birthday gift!
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Dictionary
dic-tion-ar-y pl. dic-tion-ar-ies n. a book containing the words or a choice of the words of a language arranged in alphabetical order, with their definitions, part of speech, common usage, provenance etc. // a compilation of such words limited to a particular subject // a work of informative character arranged alphabetically. (fr. M.L. dictionarium)
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i. Alphabetized Word Entries
a. admiration. n. delighted contemplation of something worthy or beautiful // esteem, respect // a person or thing arousing such feelings (F.)
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"Tezuka-sama," a feminine voice calls.
Tezuka spins around to see where the voice is coming from and Fuji does the same. Fuji's eyes widen with curiosity as a girl, probably also in third year, approaches and holds out a red box tied with a glittery silver bow.
"I baked this in class," the girl says shyly, almost mumbling.
As staid as always, Tezuka waits for the girl to speak further. Fuji tries and succeeds in holding back a chuckle at Tezuka's show of passivity.
"Please take it."
Fuji sees the girl's brown eyes glitter with hope as she hands the box to Tezuka. He regards her and he thinks that her heart-shaped face and her slightly puckered pink lips make her seem pretty. Then, his eyes stray to Tezuka and he wonders whether Tezuka notices these tiny things, but the blank, detached look at Tezuka's face is a big flat 'No.'
"Thank you," says Tezuka in a monotone, accepting the box with both hands.
The girl's face brightens up and Fuji suspects that the smile in her face would last for at least a day.
"You have plenty of admirers, Tezuka," Fuji notes in a lighthearted tone as they move on and enter the clubroom.
"You have more," Tezuka points out.
Fuji grins and shrugs at this. He cranes his neck and watches as Tezuka pulls out a neat set of clothes from the locker. "Do you normally eat this kind of present at home?"
"Yes," Tezuka responds quickly. "It's only polite."
"You finish it all?" Fuji asks again, his eyebrows gain a slight quirk of amusement.
"I share with Okaasan."
"Ah, of course."
Fuji smiles as he always does and pauses to think. Would Tezuka eat a wasabi cake from him just because 'it's only polite'?
"Fuji."
"Hm?" Fuji looks up and pushes the last button through its hole.
"Let's go," says Tezuka who is now waiting by the doorway.
"Hang on," Fuji slings his bag on his shoulder and he follows Tezuka homeward.
When they part at the bus stop, Fuji reaches a conclusion. Tezuka would definitely eat the wasabi cake – or any cake, for that matter – because Tezuka is polite and proper like that and because Tezuka also happens to be a Whole Lot More.
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A/N: your reviews will be hearted. Don't ask me to update soon, I really can't. All the other fics will be neglected because I'm focusing on this one.