Tokyo Lights
Disclaimer: PoT decreases motivation to accomplish simple tasks, even after the high is over.
Author's Notes: After listening to Glamorous Sky, I find that I am definitely a Mika Nakashima fan.
Apartment 41A
When Fuji finally got around to opening the mystery box, sitting on the dining room table, he was uncharacteristically stunned.
"Tezuka…" Fuji touched the lens reverently. "This is…"
At the look on the tensai's face, Tezuka's eyes softened. He had known the gift would be well received.
The light haired boy smiled, scooting closer, until their noses were millimeters apart. His hand rested lightly on Tezuka's thigh. "However shall I thank you?"
Blushing furiously, Tezuka opened his mouth to deny the need for repayment. Fuji took that moment to close the remaining distance between them.
As their lips met, Tezuka could've sworn he saw stars.
Until he heard the click that followed.
Pulling away from Tezuka, Fuji grinned, looking at the image displayed on the screen of his digital camera.
"For posterity."
Several candid shots later, Tezuka was beginning to think that giving Fuji a camera hadn't been one of his best ideas.
Apartment 42A
Tezuka has never been fond of winter.
He claims it's because the frost makes tennis practice impossible.
Fuji knows it's because Tezuka's sensitive to the cold, and is more susceptible to colds.
"This is highly irregular, Fuji."
The light haired boy smiles. "You didn't leave me any choice."
Tezuka tries his best to muster a passable glare, but fails miserably as a wracking cough shakes his body.
"I'm not sick," he croaks after the coughing subsides.
The tensai injects that Tezuka is also a terrible liar.
Tezuka makes another half-hearted attempt to escape from the confines of his bed, but finds that the covers are tucked too firmly around him to allow much freedom.
Fuji pats him consolingly and promises to check in on him after morning classes. He makes Tezuka swear not to engage in any strenuous activity while he's away.
Tezuka frowns from his position on the bed.
It's not like he could, even if he wanted to.
Apartment 43A
Tezuka usually prefers to do his own laundry, but he knows that he can't really do much tied to the bed.
So when Fuji graciously offers to throw in a few of Tezuka's clothes with his laundry, the older boy agrees.
After all, he's down to his last pair of underwear.
Tezuka's only request is that Fuji try to keep his shirts in their original color.
Fuji smiles and nods.
Because Tezuka never says anything about keeping them the same size.
Apartment 44A
Tezuka's face was strange the next day.
Which was odd since he felt perfectly fine, after being confined to his bed all of yesterday.
Touching his face, he was sure that all of his facial features were in the right place.
Eyes on either side of his face.
Nose in the center.
Mouth right underneath.
Even his hair looked better than it had in months, so he couldn't chalk it up to a bad hair day.
Apparently his classmates also noticed this strangeness as Tezuka could hear flurried whispers among the girls and see the guys elbow each other, while nodding towards him.
The more he thought about it, the more baffled he became.
It got to the point where he asked the girl sitting behind him in history if he could borrow her compact mirror.
If no one would tell him, he would figure it out himself.
"Ano, Tezuka-san, what is it that you're looking for?"
The dark haired boy explained his problem, telling her about the strangeness and how everyone else seemed to know what it was--everyone except him.
"Isn't it obvious?" the girl giggled, when he was finished explaining.
Tezuka informed her that it wasn't and asked if she would care to explain.
She shook her head ruefully.
"You're smiling."
