"Echizen, what's your favorite type of sweet?"
"Huh?" Echizen Ryoma looked up at the voice with bleary eyes as leaves from a tree fell into his muddled hair.
"I was asking what your favorite type of sweet is. Candy? Cake?"
"What's it to you Fuji-sempai?" Ryoma, still not quite fully awake and rather annoyed at being woken up from his nap, opened a can of Ponta.
"Hmmm… Nothing really. Just curious." The words were betrayed by the smile clearly indicating there was a reason for the seemingly odd question and not answering would bring out the sadist in Fuji.
Ryoma stared Fuji. Fuji stared back. Ryoma looked down at his Ponta and Fuji followed his gaze.
"Could it possibly be Ponta?"
The look on Ryoma's face clearly said, "Duh, what else would it be? Who do you think I am, that self-proclaimed genius from Rikkai Dai who chews too much gum? I'm the Prince of Tennis. I like Ponta. Now leave me alone so I can sleep or I will kill you." Fuji wasn't the type of person to be afraid of threats especially unspoken ones and proved it by sitting right next to the unhappy Prince of Tennis. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Fuji decided to speak up.
"Do you want to know what my favorite sweet is?"
Ryoma just blinked at him. He really didn't care. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep. He decided that humoring Fuji would be the quickest way to be left alone and reluctantly answered the third year.
"What is it?"
Ryoma looked up to see that Fuji's face was within a foot of his own. He was used to having his personal space invaded. It was part of the deal from becoming a Regular and making friends with Momoshiro Takeshi and Kikumaru Eiji. Having Momo and Eiji invade his space was one thing, but having Fuji invading his personal space was another. It was just… weird.
Ryoma's eyes snapped into focus when he felt a warm breath tickle his face. During the time he had been contemplating personal space Fuji had moved closer and was still advancing. Warm lips captured those of startled freshman. The kiss didn't last long. Fuji pulled back rather quickly licking his lips to get off any excess Ponta.
"Hmmm… Grape. Delicious."
Ryoma just stared as Fuji's figure started to shrink as he left the school grounds. Ponta that was neither swallowed nor stolen by Fuji slipped from the corners of his mouth and onto the grass. He meant to tell Fuji off. He really did. No one stole his Ponta. Especially not if it was in his mouth. It was Fuji's fault that he couldn't shout. Him and his stupid alluring smile.
Fuji stopped at the gate. He smiled at Ryoma with his now purple stained lips waiting for the short boy to follow him as he walked home. His prediction proved accurate as the young tennis prodigy rapidly gathered his things to catch up.
The unlikely pair started home when Fuji walked ahead. He turned to face the other half of the duo with his smile wider than usual. "By the way Ryoma-chan, the Ponta wasn't bad either."
(Author's Note: Well this turned out more crackish than expected. Constructive criticism is loved. Please feel free to rant if I made the characters too OOC or messed up doing something else.)