"You love Fuji-sempai, don't you?" A trembling Ryoma asked.
He would not cry. The wetness accumulating in his eyes had nothing to do with tears. He wasn't upset that he had just poured out all his feeling for the older boy, something that no one would have thought that Echizen Ryoma could do, and was rejected. No he was fine. All he had to do was walk out of here with his dignity in tact. They would never speak of this again. Ryoma would go his own way, and Tezuka would forget about him.
Tezuka sighed as a rung out the towel his hand. It was a quite a sight to see. Cold, stotic, emotionless Tezuka, fiddling with a towel.
"E-Echizen" Tezuka tried to get out. This was a familiar scene.
"You love Echizen don't you?"
No. Yes. Maybe. He didn't know.
He loved both of them, but both of them hated each other.
"Forget it. Forget I said anything. I'm gonna take the plane to America then" With an almost nonchalant nod. Echizen turned and walked away.
"Forget it. Forget me. I'm gonna accept the scholarship to Oxford."
No matter how hard Tezuka tried, he couldn't get himself to move. His feet stood firmly on the ground. He wanted to move. To go after the younger boy. To say that he didn't know. That he was confused. But some unknown force held him there. He watched helplessly, as yet once again, another important person walked out of his life.
Ryoma took hold of the clubroom doorknob and turned. Tears trailed down his face, but he managed to keep his feelings at bay.
Maybe this is for the best. Once untouchable, always untouchable.
A/N: No idea why I wrote this. I was reading some TezuFuji angst, at how stupid Tezuka could be at times. This just blossomed in when I realized I haven't been giving Ryoma much love.
Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis.
Anyways hope you enjoyed!