Prepared
Fuji had planned everything; the house is supposed to be empty. And here he is, trying to dominate the kiss while straddling Tezuka, forgetting all the worries in the world. But this blind dive into lust lasts only until he crashes head first into the pool floor; his room door flies open. And like all those caught red handed, they stop kissing just fast enough to catch Yumiko's eye-widened, shocked reaction. They pull away from each other like repelling magnets, fumbling out of their compromising position.
Tezuka sits down on the floor in seiza form, as if he is about to prostrate himself and ask for forgiveness. Even in this high-tension situation, Fuji has to stop himself from laughing at Tezuka. But he also sits down in a similar fashion, looking up at Yumiko to watch her reactions.
Yumiko's face has returned to normal, now a mix of hidden amusement and blatant curiosity. She has never been the type to judge anyone, especially her beloved younger brother. She looks at Tezuka, who by now has stopped bowing his head in shame, "Are you just playing around with him?" Fuji clenches his hands; this question always makes him unnecessarily nervous.
Tezuka shakes his head, looking directly into Yumiko's eyes, "I love him."
Tezuka has always been direct, but even Fuji is stirred by how confidently he said those three words. Fuji's cheeks slowly start to turn a light shade of pink and he covers his face with his hands, a bit embarrassed that Tezuka had confessed that to his sister before officially telling Fuji himself.
Yumiko smiles, "That's what I like to hear; have fun", and closes the door.
The two fall back on the floor, emotionally drained from the previous experience. Fuji sighs loudly, frustrated that they had been interrupted, "Let's not do it at my house anymore."
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