Beginning
Where did this all start? There is not a moment in which Fuji does not ask himself this question. What is so great about this rigid, stiff, cold person? Fuji's eyes open for a few awe inspiring seconds, the pacific blue of his eyes swimming in highlights of the setting sun. His glance darts across the tennis court and jabs at the proud standing figure on the other side. Fuji tries to be subtle, but his almost unconscious bluntness gets in his way. Their eyes have met at this point countless times, as if Tezuka is always waiting for Fuji to steal a glance.
Hazel meets blue. A blue so strikingly deep that anyone would be devoured by their enchantment, so utterly lost in everything they hide.
But he never was.
This is where it all started; from the very first time Tezuka was able to look away, unscathed.
Author's Note: I took up the 30 days of drabble challenge from Tumblr! If you are reading my "Fall in Love with me Again"—a chapter is coming soon but I am kind of stuck right now. I need to think about where I am taking the story and this drabble challenge is a good way to keep my juices flowing. Enjoy and Review!