Something fun, not to be taken seriously 'cause I didn't.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi, not me, I just borrow the boys from time to time.
Fuji was in a good mood. Tezuka could only guess as to why and he didn't bother to ask, but he knew that something must have gone right for the tensai. After three years of playing tennis with Fuji, he had grown to interpret the little things. Right now, the ever present close-eyed smile was in place, but his mouth was curved a tiny bit more than usual and he was lightly tapping his fingers on his knee.
The two had been sitting in a companionable silence, Tezuka reading a book as he ate his lunch and Fuji eating his cookies, staring off into space. Fuji seemed to be content with sitting beside the captain, their backs against the fence that kept students from toppling off the roof of the school. A light breeze ruffled their hair and Fuji paused a moment, pulling a strand away from his mouth before he chewed on it. Long, slender fingers tucked the rebellious hair behind his ear before reaching for another cookie.
The end of the lunch period approached faster than either would have wanted but it did anyway. Deciding it was time to leave, Tezuka closed his book. Fuji didn't move from his spot, even when Tezuka stood and looked at him expectantly.
"Let's go."
Fuji looked up with his usual smile and gracefully unfolded his legs, standing in one fluid motion. He still had a few cookies left, so he twisted the baggie and carefully folded down the ends to secure them.
Tezuka took a half step toward the door before he noticed his friend had a small smear of chocolate on his cheek. How it had gotten there was beyond him; Fuji was a neat eater. Without thinking about it, Tezuka lifted a hand and gently brushed the chocolate from Fuji's cheek only to have the tensai grab his wrist before he could pull away. Dark brows furrowed and then shot straight up in surprise as a pink tongue flicked over his thumb, effectively cleaning it of chocolate.
Even after Fuji had let go of his wrist and turned those vibrant blue eyes on him, Tezuka could only stare – and perhaps blink once or twice – as Fuji's usual close-eyed smile replaced the more mischievous one he had had only a moment before.
"Thank you," he said, and then he turned and walked to the door, leaving Tezuka standing on the roof and wondering if maybe he didn't know Fuji Syuusuke as well as he had thought.
I seem to have a thing for making Fuji lick people. Oh well... Review!