Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story but I do wish a certain smiling tensai and a frowning buchou were mine. Anyway, this story was written way back when I first began watching Prince of Tennis so, pardon me for any mistakes and OOCness that might occur. Okay, enough babbling. ENJOY! (P/S: This story is done in Fuji's POV)
FROM AFAR
I look upon the match with silent awe and admiration. These two were indeed rare emotions coming from me, the tensai of tennis the one who was constantly admired. Even in my opinion, these two were the rarest descriptions I would use on myself. If you haven't guessed it by now, I'm Fuji Syuusuke, the prodigy of the Seigaku Tennis Team.
People were constantly telling me how absolutely handsome and even beautiful I looked with my light brown hair framing my pale face, my slender almost feminine body and my innocent sweet smile. Not only girls fell in love with me but boys also. Every Valentine's Day, presents piled on my desk, overflowed from my lockers, much to the envy of my fellow peers. Yes, I had a lot of admirers indeed.
But, I was not the only one.
The person I am referring to would be the very one I am watching right now in silent admiration. If I was beautiful then, in comparison to him, my beauty would be earthly while his ethereal. Lightly tousled golden brown hair framed his creamy pale aquiline features even as almond-shaped steel grey eyes stared from behind elegant oval-shaped framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose. His tall frame was muscled yet still slender. He was of course, Tezuka Kunimitsu, none other than the Captain of the Seigaku Tennis Team.
If buchou were as easy going as I, then perhaps people would tell him how absolutely stunning he looks. Yet, he was not and thus remained unaware of the many admirers he had from both the female and male population of the school. Even now as he played, I noticed a huge crowd starting to gather by the side of the courts. Girls were swooning and boys were gawking (this included the members of the tennis club). They were all in love with him, the President of the School's Student Council and the Captain of the Tennis Club. They all could feel and instinctively knew the kind-hearted and passionate soul hidden so cleverly behind the cold, stern, stoic mask. It is the air of authority and mystery surrounding him which attracts us to him.
My, my, noticed how the 'they' changed to 'us'.
Yes, I, Fuji Syuusuke, had fallen shamelessly in love with none other thanmy beloved buchou. All this I felt, as I watched the match draw to an end, with him as the victor (as usual)…All this I felt, hidden behind my innocent unwavering smile. No one knew…No one saw…No one…
I sucked in a breath as my own eyes met that of steel grey.
...except maybe him.
Yep, I was most definitely in love.