Tokyo Lights
Disclaimer: The things you do for PoT.
Author's Notes: I really should be studying for finals. XD. Coincidentally, has anyone started watching the new PoT OVA for Nationals?
Apartment 97A
"You have an exhibition coming up," Tezuka said between bites of omelet.
It hadn't taken long for one of his professors to offer Fuji a spot in one of the college's annual photography exhibitions.
The theme this year was 'Heaven on Earth".
Fuji smiled and daintily sipped his miso soup.
The dark haired boy grunted. "You should be getting ready, instead of spending all morning making breakfast."
"You don't like it?" Fuji dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "I thought Tamagoyaki was your favorite."
Tezuka murmured his agreement, adding that he had probably eaten too much and he would have to work it off that afternoon.
"In that case," Fuji said collecting the plates. "How about a trip to the park?"
Apartment 98A
To Tezuka's thinking, saying 'I love you' shouldn't be such a big deal.
It's three simple words, said sequentially, to a person you hold affection for.
No big deal, right?
"Fuji," Tezuka began one morning.
"Hn?"
"I…" Tezuka trailed off as Fuji looked at him expectantly with a bit of toast hanging from his mouth.
The bespectacled boy pursed his lips as he tried again. "What I mean is, that I…"
Fuji cocked his head to the side. "Yes?"
"I like what you've done with the curtains," Tezuka finished lamely.
He sighed as Fuji beamed at the compliment.
There was always tomorrow.
Apartment 99A
The bespectacled boy had stared at the address book shoved into his hands blankly for a few moments.
It wasn't the Happy Bunny print running along the sides that threw him off.
Nor was it the loud, obnoxious pink that threatened to burn both his retinas if he continued staring.
No, these little decorations weren't enough to distract the stoic boy.
Granted, it had taken a few moments for his vision to adjust.
But he had quickly penned in Tezuka, K. at the top before frowning at the next line.
Phone Number:
He could've sworn it began with 042 or was it 033?
No,
033 was his home number.
Perhaps there had been a 6 instead.
This was ridiculous. He never had to call the apartment.
And he never gave out his numbers to strangers either.
Really, most of the calls that came in were for Fuji.
Tezuka sighs and returns the book to his fellow group member. "I'll call you, instead," he grunts.
Apartment 100A
Tezuka had known it had been too good to be true.
"What do you want me to do?"
He was frowning, his eyes flitting to the people in the park.
If Fuji hadn't known better, he would've sworn Tezuka was suffering from performance anxiety.
"Nothing," Fuji smiled. "Just be yourself."
And he was. There was nothing pretentious about the way he posed for the camera—if you could even call it posing. It was just something Tezuka did naturally.
His facial expressions were a bit stiff at first, but with a little prodding from Fuji, the lines around his mouth relaxed into a semblance of a smile. It became more pronounced when he looked at the camera directly, as if to beckon the tensai to come closer.
Fuji's favorite shots, however, had been the ones where Tezuka was laying on the grassy field, staring into the sky. His expression then was distant, as if he was lost in thought. Fuji had to poke him on his side a few times to get Tezuka to look back to the camera.
It was those times when Tezuka's gaze had been the clearest, most piercing. The intensity took Fuji's breath away and he was sure he'd end up with three-quarters of the roll being only of Tezuka's eyes, with only a few landscapes in-between.
But the light haired boy didn't mind.
The theme was 'Heaven on Earth'.
And looking into the hazel depths of Tezuka's eyes, he wondered if he hadn't found that place already.
Smiling softly, Fuji stretched out on the spot beside Tezuka and held up the camera so it was facing both of them.
"Look, Tezuka."
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