College fic. Gen. Connected, simplistic 100-worders. PG.
Age
by Maaya
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Eiji's name on his cell phone display is enough to make Oishi smile, despite his halting essay. However--
"Oishi..."
Oishi drops his pencil at the tone of his friend's voice. He presses his cell phone hard against his ear. (And almost knocks himself out as he does. There is a reason they used to call him the mother or Seigaku, worry and overreaction combined.) "Eiji! What is it?"
"I--" There is a pause. Oishi will definitely have red marks on his ear after this. "Can I come over?"
"Of course! Has something--"
But the connection is cut off.
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"Ah." Oishi rubs his temples.
"Really!" Eiji says between mouthfuls. "You've saved me!" Tomato sauce is trickling down his chin. He is on his way to brush it away with the side of his hand when Oishi offers a napkin. "Thanks."
Oishi shakes his head. "Take it slowly."
Eiji doesn't seem bothered by the suggestion. "This is so good! I haven't eaten for so long."
Oishi tries to look stern. "Seven days until pay day. How can you have no money left?"
Eiji doesn't reply, perhaps recognizing a rhetorical question when he hears one. (Perhaps, too busy stuffing his mouth.)
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Eiji apologizes later. He usually goes to Fuji's place, he says, because it is closer, and the train tickets are cheaper. (And the bathrooms in Fuji's dorms are newly rebuilt and with luxurious bathtubs.) But Tezuka had been visiting and Eiji hadn't wanted to bother them; Fuji had sounded weird on the phone.
Oishi glances at his schoolbooks and knows that he won't get anymore studying done tonight. (It doesn't really matter, he had been stuck anyway.)
Come over more often, he says and feels relaxed. Want to sleep over?
Of course Eiji will. He can't afford the ticket back.
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end
Hope you liked this little piece of nothingness. :)