Friends
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Prince of Tennis. I do own this drabble though.
Eerily quietness greeted him as he stepped through into the empty room, his room. Pictures adorned the walls, ones he had taken himself, consisting of his family, scenery, and his friends.
Friends…his stomach tightened at the word. Were they really his friends? Did they only care about him because he was a tensai? He scoffed at his thinking. For everything they have been through, their odd bunch was a strange, comfortable family. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his gaze settled on a picture they'd taken before Tezuka left to Kyushu. Yes, they are my friends…
I hope you enjoyed this. I made this according to how I think Fuji might have felt from being tensai behind his smiling mask. A try at a look into Fuji's mysterious inner-self.