Title: Quiet Days
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG-13
A/N: A stoic drabble for the stoic buchou we all know and love. Happy birthday, Tezuka.
Words: 237
Fuji sighed into the mug of black coffee, and slid onto the couch next to Tezuka. The latter was completely engrossed in a small, thick novel, and didn't seem to notice the sudden weight beside him.
"Whatcha' reading there, captain?" Fuji asked in a light, playful tone.
"A book," He replied curtly, not missing a beat. If it had been anyone else, the answer might've come off as sarcastic. But Tezuka wasn't one to waste words; if Fuji didn't specifically ask for a detailed explanation, there was no point giving one.
Fuji chuckled slightly, and slid a bit closer.
Tezuka stiffened at the sudden contact with Fuji's, and turned his head, ready to object. But Fuji was already drawing circles on his thighs in light, feather-like touches.
"Ah...maybe later, Fuji." He objected, but Tezuka could feel himself getting aroused.
To his surprise, Fuji slid back into his original position, and sipped his coffee again. "All right," he murmered quietly, and his lips curved into a sleepy smile.
Tezuka returned the smile with a brief, curt one, and went back to reading his novel.
A minute later, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, and realized Fuji had fallen asleep. Smiling once more, Tezuka retrieved the cup of coffee from Fuji's hands, and closed his eyes to appreciate the quiet day for all it's worth.