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We Are
31. Flowers
Fuji always got Ryoma a bouquet of stocks, red and white roses, orange blossoms and daffodils for his birthday. That one bouquet showed what Fuji felt towards Ryoma, if only just a small fraction, so it was all Ryoma needed from his beloved.
32. Night
Fuji liked the night. Only during that time he could calmly watch the relaxed face of his lover, as the other slept peacefully, no longer bothered by the nightmares of the real world.
33. Expectations
It was only obvious that Ryoma would win in that match; every single one that knew the brat was sure about this. But only Fuji was aware of the pressure that all these expectations made his little lover feel, only he was aware of the doubts that came over Ryoma the night before.
34. Stars
They liked to look at the starts when the nightly sky allowed them to do so. It was a magical moment. Especially when they were together, then the starts seemed to shine brighter.
35. Hold My Hand
"No matter what happens, Ryoma, don't let go of my hand. I won't let them hurt you." Fuji said, tightening his hold on the cold hand between his fingers. He would save Ryoma for this hell, even if it meant to kill someone.
36. Precious Treasure
The time that they spent together was the only treasure that they shared. And now, now that Ryoma is left alone in this world; he realizes that they could have spent it better.
37. Eyes
Their eyes both held a fire in them, everyone could tell that. But the fire differed between the two – one had the fire of competition, while the other's eyes shone with the fires of destruction.
And yet, when their eyes met, it was like another type of fire was born between them. The fire of love.
38. Abandoned
Ryoma was abandoned by everyone that he had held dear to himself the moment he was told, that he could no longer play tennis. Friends no longer cared, parents no longer needed him – he was left alone. But then, Fuji held out his hand and smiled.
"I don't need you for your tennis. I need you because you are you."
39. Dreams
Fuji liked to dream; dream of things that could happen and things that were actually quite impossible. But most of all, he liked to dream about meeting Ryoma again after another long time spent apart from each other.
40. Rated
"You know that this is rated M, right?" Ryoma shifted his eyes away from the movie title to the happy face of his lover. "So what are we doing here?"
Fuji smiled and grabbed his little lover around the hip. "We are here," he started, leaning down to properly face Ryoma, "to teach you some new positions to use during our nightly fun." He kissed the blushing boy and chuckled.
