Disclaimer: not mine, Ryoma's not mine Tezuka's not mine get it?
Someone once asked Ryoma if he loved Tezuka. Ryoma said he didn't know. He knew he admired Tezuka. He wished he was more like him. He missed him when he was gone, but was that love? Yes, he wanted to be with him. He wanted to be as important to Tezuka as Tezuka was to him. If that was love, then, yes, Ryoma loved Tezuka with all his heart. The question is; does Tezuka feel the same?
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Love? Ryoma? Sure, Tezuka loved the snaky little brat, in a brotherly sort of way. So why did it feel like he'd been punched in the stomach when he saw the kid with a girl behind the locker room?
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Guilt. He wasn't supposed to be feeling that now. Wasn't he supposed to enjoy himself when he was on a date? Excitement, elation, maybe, but guilty? He felt like he'd betrayed someone's trust. "Gomen, buchou," Ryoma whispered, he wasn't sure why.
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So what if Ryoma had a girlfriend. It didn't mean anything to Tezuka. Nothing. The fact that every time he saw Ryoma with her he wanted to throw a fit meant nothing. He was just worried. Girls have a reputation for breaking hearts. He wasn't jealous or anything, it was just brotherly protectiveness. Right?
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Tezuka was sitting in the park watching the ducks glide across the lake.
"Buchou?" Tezuka jerked to is feet at the sound of Ryoma's voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Thinking." Was it just him or was Ryoma giving him a weird look?
"Ne, buchou. You're too tall." Tezuka felt himself being pulled down toward Ryoma. Their lips touched, then parted. Tezuka managed a strangled, "Girlfriend," before Ryoma kissed him again. Ryoma smirked. "Broke up," he said mimicking Tezuka's hoarse protest. "I love you, buchou." They kissed again.
"…I love you, too…Ryoma."
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