Tokyo Lights
Disclaimer: It's what you do with your life after the addiction that counts.
Author's Notes: Warcraft has truly consumed my life. NE Priest 35. Antondias. Pst me.
Apartment 81A
Since Fuji had no classes before noon second semester, he was more inclined to bury himself underneath the blankets and sleep in.
To Tezuka, this meant no more waking up to the tensai's persistent lips, or roaming hands.
Instead, the dark haired boy would be greeted with the sound of his buzzing alarm clock.
A reprieve, really, since Fuji's hands had been becoming bolder over time.
Granted, it had been very effective.
But unfortunately, Tezuka realizes within the first couple of days that he has been conditioned to wake at precisely 6 o'clock every morning, with or without his unofficial alarm clock.
And on morning like these, he feels compelled to return the favor.
Apartment 82A
It's been a long time since Fuji had gone out. In the past, he's declined many offers from his colleagues to go out for drinks, preferring to spend his weekends at home with Tezuka.
He surprised himself, however, by accepting Yamada-san's invitation to go out for dinner at Kozue.
Apparently they had excellent salmon.
"I'm going out."
Tezuka grunted from his spot at the dining room table, surrounded by sheaves of notes. He didn't even look up as the light haired boy passed by him.
"I won't be back until later," Fuji continued cheerfully. The only reply he received was another grunt.
He smoothed out the minute creases of his jacket, before opening the door. "Don't wait up,"
"I won't," came the belated reply.
But by that time, the door had already been firmly shut.
Apartment 83A
With Fuji's exhibitions keeping him busy, Tezuka felt that he had hardly seen the tensai inside the apartment for more than a few hours at a time.
It was decided that on his free weekend they would invite Oishi and Eiji over for a game of Mah Jong and catch up on news.
No sooner had Fuji stowed his paints to join Tezuka on the couch did he fall fast asleep.
The dark haired boy frowned slightly, noticing the dark rings underneath the tensai's eyes. Likewise, Fuji's skin seemed sickly pale, against his own lightly tanned arms.
Tezuka silently resolved to talk to Fuji about his strenuous work habits later.
A sudden noise at the door startled him from his reverie. He looked up to see the door swing open, admitting two figures into the apartment.
Fuji groaned softly, turning away from the noise. Tezuka placed one finger on his lips warningly, shifting the sleeping tensai in his arms to a more comfortable position.
Surprised at the unusual display of tenderness, the Golden Pair looked at each other and smiled.
Apartment 84A
It was on a Wednesday morning when Tezuka found out.
Apparently Fuji had issued a statement three days prior, causing a buzz in the art community. News of it had only just reached major newspapers.
Needless to say, when Tezuka opened Mainichi Daily News, he was surprised to see a small blurb in the lower left corner of the art section:
Prodigy Fuji Syuusuke announces early retirement amidst rumors of failing health. Colleagues and critics baffled.
Tezuka felt his heart thudding painfully in his chest as the words failing health seemed to echo in his head.
The teacup in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor.