Title: Silly Thinking
Pairing: Tezuka x Fuji
Summary: Tezuka could guess what Fuji was thinking.
Warnings: Strange format.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
A/N: I'm supposed to update the other fic that I ended inappropriately the other time (because yes it's one part of a two-shot) but not yet. I have been busy/stressed out over school and I'm supposed to be studying but I just want to write, no matter what. D: So here goes, a really random and silly drabble here. I hope it's not too long for a drabble! Also, I'm aware the format is really strange but I felt like doing it. I don't think I pulled it off well but like I said, I just wanted to write. Oops.

"What is it, Fuji?" He was doing his work, knowing without looking that he had been staring at him for the past few minutes.

No reply came, even after a few more minutes and even after knowing without looking that he was still staring at him. So he paused in writing his History essay and looked up at him. He was indeed staring at him.

"You have been staring at me for quite some time."

He did not say anything, but merely continued looking at the bespectacled boy, his hands propping his head on the table.

He sighed. He knew that when he acted like this, the only thing to do would be to give him some time, to wait till when he felt like it to start speaking. In the mean time, he would just have to gently coax him.

He saw that he had only written a few sentences for his Literature essay and the pen was left sprawled carelessly on top of it. "Tired?" He watched him blinked his eyes slowly and a smile forming lazily on his face. He was.

"I can fix some green apple and pineapple juice for you." He saw his eyes widened the distance his smile dropped a fraction. He knew he would like it. "Along with some cherry tarts." When his eyes further widened and he started to straighten up, he wanted to smile. He would like that very much. After all, he had always claimed to love the cherry tarts he made. /You're the only person I know who can make them slightly burnt at the edges!/

"You can stay the night if you want. My parents wouldn't mind, but of course that's if you will finish your work." He saw all traces of smile gone from his face as he sat completely upright in his seat and an expression of total disbelief on his child-like face.

He laughed this time at the way he reacted. It's strange how when he was offered what he had always been asking for, he did not jump at the chance. "Why are you so surprised?"

He finally spoke. "A few days ago, Eiji told me that destined lovers are able to understand and communicate with each other simply just by eye contact, that they are able to know what's on the other's mind just by looking at them." It was amazing how sometimes he behaved like a little devil, devising elaborate pranks on people around him, yet at certain times like this, he was even more naive than the usual gullible victims of his tricks.

"And now you're thinking you must be really lucky to be destined with someone as handsome and brilliant as I." He suppressed his laughter, settling to play along this game of his.

He was stunned for a moment before he caught on the teasing edge to his words, flushing a little. "No way!" He looked away, finally breaking the eye contact, hands coming up to prop his head on the table again. "I don't believe in it, all right? I know it's just some silly rumour Eiji heard." He thought better of something and turned to look at him again, adding, "I do want my green apple and pineapple juice and cherry tarts though." A mischievous smile. "And I am staying over."

He laughed (and he pouted "What's funny?") and resumed his work. He heard him picked up his pen and there was some writing on a paper. It was quiet for a while before the sounds stopped.

"Tezuka?"

He looked up.

"What am I thinking now?"

Blue eyes gazing hard into hazel ones.