Here's where I dump all of my seasonal PoT one-shots for ya'll to read at any time of the year. Yay! Pairings will be all over the place. Expect lots of fluffy shounen-ai here, although I can throw a curveball and write het (KamioxAn, anyone?) Ratings will never get above a PG-15. Each story has its own summary, notes, etc. And I think that's enough babbling up here, so let's get on with the show!

Dedicated to Ari-sama 3

Title: Chill
Pairing: Oishi x Eiji + mentions of Fuji throughout
Rating: G until the very end.
Words: 872
Warnings: Those red thingies are killer...
Disclaimer: I don't own the pretty tennis boys. If I did, poor Eiji (and consequently Oishi) would be tortured mercilessly. Sorry, ya'all! Eh heh... 3
Summary: To Fuji, "good" and "toxic" were synonymous.

Oishi bought the majority of his Christmas gifts in November. The mother of Seigaku not only hated the holiday rush, but also doubled as the team's official Santa, delivering beautiful presents to everyone. It was his nature to put thought into every one of his gifts, so he had to start early. However, he always had difficulty finding the perfect present for certain people, so he entrusted Eiji to help with last-minute shopping.

"Nya, Oishi! What did you buy me?" the acrobat asked, turning on the cuteness. He was practically hanging from his partner's arm.

"Eiji, quiet. You'll find out soon and you'll love it, I promise. Now help me find a present for Fuji," the vice captain replied coolly. He furrowed his brow slightly as he examined the department store's picked-over shelves. "You think he would like a Christmas cactus?"

"Nah, that's what I got him," Eiji answered cheerily, although he was quickly growing bored. He released Oishi's arm and bounced to the sale table, where he found a pair of black square reading glasses. Putting them to his eyes, he returned to his partner and said in a mockingly deep voice, "Chance of finding a present here, 0."

In spite of his frustration, Oishi smiled. "Eiji, put those back. We're leaving."

The redhead complied with a "Hyoi!" and threw his arms around the exasperated boy's neck. "Why don't we look at the candy store?" he asked innocently as the pair stepped onto the crowded street.

The taller boy sighed, his breath condensing in little puffs around his face. He eyed his partner suspiciously. "And what would we find at the candy store that would interest Fuji?"

Eiji reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small candy in a brilliantly red wrapper. "It's Fuji's favorite! Try it!" he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He shoved the harmless-looking sweet into his partner's gloved hand.

"Eh…I don't think I will, thanks," Oishi replied, breaking out in a cold sweat despite the icy winter weather. With Fuji, "good" and "toxic" were synonymous. Shuddering, he gave the candy back to the shorter boy.

"Awww, you're no fun!" the redhead giggled. "Fuji gave me a couple yesterday. Sometimes he eats them three or four at a time!" Ignoring the look of abject terror on his partner's face, he unwrapped the harmless-looking candy and gave it a few experimental licks before popping the whole thing into his mouth. Eiji was calm for a few seconds, although his cheeks colored, then he exploded. He yowled like a wounded cat as the sweet erupted from his mouth. The sticky projectile landed in the snow a few feet away, where it sizzled slightly.

"EIJI!!" Oishi yelled, maternal instincts kicking in as he rushed to his partner's side. "Eiji, are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY?"

"Y-yeah," the acrobat coughed. He wiped a red trail of saliva off his cheek with his coat sleeve. "Hot…tongue…hurts…"

Grabbing his partner's hand, the vice captain glared at the growing cluster of curious passers-by. "There's nothing to see here," he snapped. He turned back to the redhead. "Do you need anything?"

Eiji thought for a second then looked up at the taller boy, the glint returning to his eye as he recovered. "I want ice cream!"

By the time the pair reached the candy store fifteen minutes later, it was already approaching twilight and the street was aglow with Christmas lights. The temperature was dropping and a light snow had started to fall. However, sitting at a small window table inside the shop, Eiji happily licked his ice cream cone.

"I can't believe you're eating ice cream. It's too cold!" Oishi said incredulously as he watched his partner devour his treat.

"Nya, it's not bad as long as you eat it inside!" the redhead giggled. He winked and stuck out his tongue.

"You're tongue's still red," the taller boy chuckled affectionately. "Does it still hurt?"

"Nah, the ice cream helped a lot," Eiji replied, licking a stray drip off the side of the cone. "The cinnamon things aren't that bad, y'know. You should try one!"

Seigaku's mother hen stiffened and twisted the bag of candies in his hand. "Maybe…I really don't think Fuji should be eat-"

Eiji cut him off. "You worry too much, nya! Fuji's just a freak with a steel stomach. You should be glad I had you buy the candies for him instead of condoms. He asked for those too, Santa!"

A faint blush appearing on his cheeks, Oishi replied matter-of-factly, "Santa's done shopping. Now be a good elf and tell Fuji that if he wants those, he'll have to buy them himself."

Eiji doubled over with laughter at the responsible vice captain's reaction. The remaining ice cream, momentarily forgotten, threatened to slide off the cone. Noticing this, Oishi grabbed the cone from the acrobat's hand before disaster struck. Absentmindedly, he slurped the ice cream that had dripped onto his hand.

"Hey, you were right! This is pretty good!" he said pointedly, taking another bite and jerking Eiji out of his giggle fit.

"Nyaah! OISHI!"

Oishi licked the ice cream one last time and returned it to the pouting redhead. Ruffling his hair, he had to laugh. "Merry Christmas, Eiji."