Tezuka's Garden
It was a bright summer morning. The birds were chirping as the wind blew gently through the trees. Tezuka sat up in his bed and put on his glasses, looking through the window out to his garden. A clear pink blush spread over his cheeks. -beautiful…- he thought as he marvelled at how the sunlight hit the grass.
He had woken extra early today so he could spend a little time with his beloved before tennis practice. He rubbed the sleep from his tired eyes and put some clothes on. He hurried down to the kitchen and ate some brekfast, because even though he was in a hurry he knew that skipping the most important meal of the day would come back to bite him in the ass later.
-Finally- he thought after swallowing the last bite. With a smile on his face he headed towards the back door of his house, opened it and stepped out on the porch. "Morning everyone," he said lovingly.
Walking further into the garden he started to talk to it, "how are you today? did you sleep well? you look lovely this morning…" and so on, in his mind the garden answered him every time. With a moe blush and anime sparkles he lay down on the grass and whispered, "I love you."
