Only Love
Disclaimer: Don't own PoT. :p
Summary: All Tezuka wanted was to keep Fuji by his side—as a friend. But why do the other seemed slipping away instead? TezuFuji
A/N: This story is mainly focused on Perfect pair (I suddenly fell in love with the pairing XD). In here, Tezuka and Fuji are in second year of high school. And I decided to make Tezuka the vice captain of the tennis team. XD
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Chapter 1
"Kunimitsu—"
"Fuji, stop calling me Kunimitsu," Tezuka eyed him disapprovingly. "I've told you that before,"
Like usual, Fuji ignored his daunting stare and just smiled. "You'll get used to it." Fuji then sat across him. "Ne, I told you yesterday that I'll make a bento for you today. Why did you bring one?" Fuji looked slightly unhappy about it.
"I forgot. I'm sorry," in times like these, Tezuka's only resort was to lie.
"But you'll still eat what I've made, right?" Fuji was practically pursuing him with his electric eyes. "This time, no added wasabi. I've completely omitted it." He said proudly and set the box next to Tezuka's. "Because you always say I always put wasabi on the bentos and you don't want to eat it."
Tezuka sighed. It's not that he couldn't tolerate the spiciness in all of Fuji's foods—he had tried and even liked some of them, if he remember enough. What he could not tolerate was Fuji's incessant demonstration of fondness towards him.
He needed to rid Fuji out of his sight before he lost his appetite. "Then my own lunch would be wasted. I'm really sorry, but I can't eat it." He eyed the books on his table, "And I think my desk is already crowded so I was thinking if you can move out..."
"I'll just move your books here," he put Tezuka's books on the next desk. "There. Just enough space for us."
"I'd still prefer you moving out,"
Much to his expectation, Fuji did not leave. Only his remark, instead, quieted the blue eyed boy later. Well, that was better someway.
As soon as he finished eating, he quickly stood up to go to the toilet, not bothering to leave the boy opposite him who was still eating.
Fuji quickly swallowed his food. "Kunimitsu, where are you going?"
"Toilet,"
"Is something wrong Tezuka?" Oishi gave him a tap on the shoulder as they stood at the sink.
"Nothing," he started washing his face.
Right now, Tezuka was mentally admitting the guilt for refusing Fuji all the time. He knew how Fuji adores him despite the absence of a confession. He wasn't that dense—especially when Fuji's ardent actions were all obvious.
Tezuka sighed. In return, he should make clear to Fuji that his actions were wrong. Fuji wasn't supposed to like him. He should make Fuji come back to his old self that was treating Tezuka only as a close friend.
A thought occurred to him. That's it; he would encourage Fuji to forget about his feelings for him. He would rescue his friend.
"Tezuka-san, is it true that you are going out with Fuji-san?" A boy, who looked like a punk, came out from a cubicle and frankly asked him. Tezuka's brows knitted in that instant.
"Don't tell me it's true! Kami-sama, don't tell me you are gay Tezuka-san! Hahaha!"
"Hoi! Watch your mouth!" Oishi hissed furiously. "It's not true, you blabbermouth! Where did you even get that?! Get out of here!"
The boy was frightened. "Su-sumimasen… I'm just asking," he hastily went out.
"Oishi…" Tezuka placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and looked at him. He appreciated Oishi's sudden outburst for the sake of protecting him. It was rare seeing Oishi make an outburst, like the one he saw during a certain yakiniku party… 1
"It's nothing. I dislike gossipmonger such as that boy… whoever that was."
"Hn." Tezuka definitely should do something about Fuji so as not to make more people misunderstand their status.
Deep in thought, Tezuka suddenly collided on a soft… "Fuji—?"
Fuji's smile stretched to his ears. "Kunimitsu! I was just looking for you!"
"What is it? And don't call—"
"Ryuzaki-sensei postponed the club activities today because the girls' tennis club will have to use our courts so… we're already free. Let's go home." He said cheerily.
"Hn. Oishi told me as well." Tezuka looked down and then to his friend. "Fuji, I want something to talk with you later on our way home, would that be fine?" It was the time to educate Fuji about some matters.
"Of course, I'm always ready to listen," the boy chuckled, "I feel excited about what you're going to say,"
"Fuji, I'm almost on the road, move away." Tezuka suggested as he kept moving to the edge of the side walk when Fuji kept pressing to his side.
"Oh, I'm sorry, let's walk on the center," he purposely grabbed Tezuka's hand to follow him but the boy immediately withdraw his hand.
No one spoke for a good minute and Fuji doesn't want that atmosphere, so, "Ne, I have a catalogue of the latest tennis shoes and items with me, do you want to see?" he dug inside his bag.
"Where did you get it?" Tezuka asked, curious despite feeling a little annoyed at Fuji earlier.
Fuji smiled. "Onee-san got one for me and Yuuta. She has a part time on a sport magazine company." He handed it to Tezuka, their hands accidentally brushed making Fuji blush a bit, but the other didn't seem to mind or notice. "If you want, I could lend it to you. After you're done, you can call me and I'll come over to your place to get it. Take care of it, ne?"
"Aah. Thank you."
Without noticing, Fuji was pressing closer again to Tezuka.
"Fuji, move away,"
Eh… "Sorry about that," The way Tezuka had said it made Fuji's heart ache a bit. "Erm, what do you want to talk about anyway, Kunimitsu?"
"I'll probably say it later," Fortunately for Fuji, Tezuka doesn't want to say it yet. "I'll return your catalogue after I finish it—at school. You don't have to trouble yourself by coming over my house anymore."
"Really, that is not a trouble; I can pick it in your house,"
The idea seemed to make Tezuka think twice. He thought that it was dangerous. "I appreciate it, but no. I'll give it to you at school and it's final."
"Hmph. I was just being generous."
Tezuka sighed. Fuji is too stubborn. He'll just completely shut his mouth from now on; chances of not answering might quiet the lithe boy as well.
"Ne, Kunimitsu—"
"What?" Tezuka was irritated. Well, he broke his resolve.
"I have a question. What if I told you that I like you? What would you do?"
"You wouldn't want to know,"
"Oh come on, there's something you must—"
"Fuji, please stop talking already." Tezuka cut him.
Fuji was quiet for a second, "You're so mean, Tezuka." Tezuka noticed that Fuji's tone was teasing yet the forlorn undertone to it made Tezuka's conscience stir.
Somehow, Tezuka thought of making the other feel good this time. "Sorry, you just seem to talk always about those things,"
Fuji pouted, "You'll not die in answering them anyway. I'm just asking what you would do if I told you I like you," Fuji almost scratched his head.
"You don't have to tell me 'what if you like me', Fuji. Even if you don't say it, I already know."
Fuji was dazed. "Eh? You… do?" the tensai then quickly stiffened, realizing that he just backfired himself.
"It's obvious, Fuji." Tezuka felt release on his chest as he said it. Now it was 100 percent confirmed that Fuji really likes him, it just saved him from running to Inui.
Tezuka peeked at the lithe boy and saw his reddening cheeks; Fuji's eyes were straight ahead and not looking at him. He could tell Fuji was really serious. "…So, then, what can you say, Tezuka?"
Tezuka turned to Fuji and stopped. Fuji just really confessed. What should he say?
Fuji stopped as well, gazing shyly at him. "…So?"
Maybe it would be better if he'll be honest.
"I'm sorry, Fuji. But I don't really prefer you liking me, it… disturbs me," he walked closer held Fuji's shoulder lightly. "I think you're just… confused. Get back to your old self,"
Fuji remained still on his grip, "Then it'll be the same," Fuji's voice was low.
"No. You were not making bentos for me before. And you were not doing… foolish things before," Tezuka couldn't help but glare at Fuji; maybe it would prevent the tensai from crying.
"That's because…"
"What?" He asked when Fuji stopped.
Tezuka heard the another sigh, "Nothing. You wouldn't want to know either." Fuji was forcing a smile, then he looked downside. "Maybe you could help me?"
"What?" Help Fuji with what?
"You want me to rid my feelings for you right? You're the only one who knows about what I feel. You can help me hate you, and then maybe, I could forget you. After all, I was partially expecting that you won't like me back," Fuji sighed. "You could help me do something about it if it bothers you so much."
"Hn, I agree. But… hate me, and forget me? That's mean. I still want us to be friends, Fuji." He tightened his grip on the tensai.
Fuji's eyes were downcast. "I mean help me forget my feelings for you."
Tezuka felt his heart twist, yet he felt relieved. Fuji was even the one who asked for help. He smiled a bit. "That'll be nice. Don't worry, I'll help you. And soon you'll notice that you're back to your old self."
"Would you mind telling me who you are spying at, Inui? Because that person is causing a flaw on our practice today; kindly remember that break is over." Tezuka appeared behind Inui who just stood up from hiding behind a bush, Tezuka folded his arms across his chest.
"Ah, fuku-buchou. I understand. But I suppose that person whom you accused of making a flaw is one of our club members too, so you might consider looking for him as well," Inui adjusted his glasses and flipped his notebook. "And you're correct, I'm gathering data about him right now so it's expected that we're both going to be late."
"Are you talking about Fuji? He's not returning yet from break too," Tezuka raised a brow, "You're spying on him?"
"Yes. I'm gathering an unusual and very important data and it should not be missed," Inui wrote something on his notebook, "Ii… This is a perfect time to gather one of Fuji's personal data," Inui peeked backwards again, "If you want, you can peek at Fuji and his lover. I'm sure they won't see you. Or if they see you maybe they won't mind, they're openly standing on the wide grounds of the school already anyway."
The lover part caught him the most. "Lover?" As far as Tezuka knew, Fuji had no lover, only that Fuji loves him instead. Could it be that Fuji was finally over him? Then, nothing is going to stand between their friendship now?
"According to my latest data, Fuji Syusuke and Saeki Koujirou, the president of the Table Tennis Club, got together last night at around 8 pm while talking on the telephone…"
Was Inui onto wire tapping as well?
"… There is 89.67 percent chance that they've confessed to each other, giving way to a romantic relationship."
Saeki? Tezuka hadn't known about Fuji liking that white haired Saeki. Did he not notice these past days? Well, maybe, it had something to do with his help to Fuji, if he had done any.
Then Tezuka saw Fuji and Saeki laughing so happy together. His brows twitched at the sight. He promised to give Inui and Fuji 50 laps when they've returned.
"I know what's in your mind, Tezuka. I know—I'm ready for the horrible laps,"
"Ah. You know the consequences of coming late to practice." Tezuka kept his voice still.
When Tezuka's back was on Inui, the data man smirked before following behind.
Ii data…
TBC
Thanks for scrolling and reading all the way down! Yeah, I know, Tezuka is a meanie here. But I hope you enjoyed. Please tell me your comments, okay?
1 It was in a certain chapter in the manga where some of the regulars were arguing about the sauces for the yakiniku (a Japanese barbecue/grilled meat) when Oishi suddenly made a tantrum, revealing what an expert he was when it comes to eating yakiniku... whew!
