When Ryoma wasn't on the porch playing with Karupin, or on the windowsill reading a book, Fuji knows exactly where to find him.
Sure enough, all Fuji had to do was slide the backyard door open. Outside, he easily spotted a familiar shadow on the grass. It was that of a blissfully dozing boy, his back against the tree and white cap pulled low. His right leg was outstretched, while the other was bent, where his left elbow was resting. On his right hand was an empty can of Ponta.
With a childish- almost mischievous- grin, Fuji flopped down on the grass then comfortably laid his head on the other's lap.
It was a scorching summer afternoon, but somehow, their little spot under the welcoming shade reminded Fuji of Spring. The peaceful face beneath the cap was the last thing he saw before he himself fell asleep.
Disclaimers: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Konomi-sensei. Desu.