Title: How to Resist a Tensai
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Author: misterwalnut
Genre: Pure Crack Romance/Humour
Summary: From the stoic, composed buchou himself; how to resist a tensai while barely managing to hold onto your pride!
Notes: Heh. It's been a while since I wrote this. Uploaded to as backup.
HOW TO RESIST A TENSAI
Lesson One: Don't be distracted
Fuji sent a beautiful lob across the net.
"How's your shoulder, Tezuka?" The last word was carried out in a mesmerizing, satin-smooth tone.
Tezuka's speed was not to be underestimated; he jumped up, and executed a dunk smash.
"Competent." Came the curt reply.
Fuji ran towards the landing mark, his stance similar to when he was about to execute his Higuma Otoshi (Bear Drop).
An invisible smirk came across Tezuka's face, as he readied himself to counter Fuji's technique.
"Really? I don't think neither of us would mind if I massaged it for a while." A glimpse of blue appeared from beneath those long lashes.
A split second later, Fuji tripped - ever so elegantly - onto the ground, shorts riding up on his thighs. Tezuka's breath hitched, and suddenly found a piece of rock very interesting.
Lesson Two: Keep your eyes to yourself
Fuji slumped down on a bench in the locker room - executed with amazing grace and poise, as usual - and didn't bother to wipe the small droplets of sweat rolling off his forehead.
"Wasn't that a good game, captain?"
"It would've been better if you played seriously," Tezuka replied, sorting out some paperwork on his desk.
"But I was playing seriously, Tezuka." Fuji's not-quite smile brightened.
"And the way you kept tripping over yourself was just a coincidence" An image of Fuji's tight shorts riding up on his thighs gave Tezuka the idea that some things were better off unmentioned.
Fuji continued smiling. "It was quite a sight, wasn't it?"
Tezuka's turned his head abruptly to face Fuji, and raised one eyebrow inquiring what Fuji meant.
"Hmm? You weren't shocked to find a regular - a genius, no less - tripping to the ground?" Fuji's smile widened.
Tezuka mentally scolded himself for thinking that Fuji's previous remark implied more than it should. Then again, with Fuji, it probably did.
A brief, awkward silence passed between them.
"Captain? Care to walk me home?"
He snapped back to reality, ashamed that he had been caught staring at Fuji's thighs - ashamed that he was staring, to begin with.
"Ah," He agreed tersely, and followed Fuji out the door.
Lesson Three: Mind over Matter
On the way home, Fuji had informed Tezuka that he had more homework than usual, and complained - while smiling - that his bag was too heavy. It was a subtle request to take the bus home together.
Tezuka, being more intelligent-than-average, had realized long ago that when dealing with Fuji, it would just be better to accept whichever invitations he dished out.
And that was the reason why both of them were stuck in a more-crowded-than-usual bus, five centimeters away from eachother.
Tezuka sighed, instantly regretting that he had agreed.
The bus took an abrupt, unexpected turn, and Tezuka found himself unable to control the shift of his weight.
And that's how he found himself backing Fuji against the wall of the bus, shielding Fuji's body with his own. By now, his mind was screaming, "GET OFF FUJI! GET OFF FUJI!" And he could.
There was no one behind him, so he could get off Fuji in an instant - but only if he could regain control over his hands.
Deciding to ignore his thoughts completely, he placed a chaste kiss on Fuji's lips. Fuji's eyes snapped open, and deepend the kiss.
And that's when Tezuka realized that attempting to resist Fuji was a hell lot better than actually succeeding.
A/N: rofl. –dies-