Written By: SakeHime
Disclaimer: I don't own TeniPuri. And I don't want to. Though owning Fuji would be fun. Heheh.
Warning: FujiRyo. Not your cup of tea? Don't drink the damn tea.
… There's also possibly a lot of bad grammar.
Who Knew?
Fuji was a very frustrated boy right now. He didn't show it, though – even if there really weren't anyone around to see if he did. Because the room's other occupant had currently hid himself in his closet, and locked it on the inside.
"Come out of there, Ryoma…"
"No!" a muffled voice was heard from the inside of the closet.
He stood outside, with his ever-present smile, clad only in a pair of tight jeans.
"Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad…"
"Easy for you to say!"
Yes, Fuji Syuusuke was a very frustrated boy.
He could feel Ryoma's glare even through the thick wood that separated them.
"…I'm sorry."
"No you aren't."
No, the cute boy was right. He was not sorry at all, for now, that is. However, if the other boy continued to refuse to come out, he was going to be very sorry, very, very sorry.
Who knew that the cold Echizen Ryoma, prince of tennis and the most desired boy in school, had a childish side?
"Listen, if you don't come out right now, I'm going to take Yuuta up here and cheat on you with him", Fuji threatened.
"No you wouldn't."
"How do you know?"
"Because he'd kick you to the seven hells and back before you had a chance, and because he's still with Mizuki for another week", came the dry response.
"Oh, that's right…" Fuji smiled. "Will you come out if I make you a wasabi-sandwich?"
From the other side came a noise that had the blue-eyed genius slightly worried, as it sounded like the smaller boy was choking on his own tongue.
"What? They're good."
"Only Fuji-sempai would eat something like that…" Ryoma said with a disgusted voice.
Fuji didn't mind the comment – the reason he had started liking the odd food was after all because the horrified expressions he got from everyone around him amused him to no end. But he feigned a hurt tone anyway, because of the fun of it.
"I'm hurt."
The dark-haired boy snorted through the closet door.
"Anyway, please come out now."
"Or you'll what?"
"Cheat on you with Tezuka."
"If you do that, I'll say yes to Monkey King's marriage proposal."
"… "
"Besides, Tezuka likes me too much to do anything with you of all people."
"… True. Hmm… What about this, then? I'll pour Inui juice in your Ponta."
The door creaked open, and a white-faced Ryoma came out.
"See, that wasn't so hard", Fuji said, smiling, before hugging his boyfriend.
"… It wasn't your shirt that got ruined", Ryoma grumbled.
"Aw, but I can't help it. You're just too cute, so I had to rip it off."
"…It was my favourite."
The smile stayed present on Fuji's visage as he placed airy butterfly kisses all over Ryoma's face and neck, at the same time massaging his back. It widened when he heard a breathy moan from his love, and even more when he pinned the boy against the wall without a sign of protest.
"Forgiven?" he asked softly.
"Forgiven", breathed Ryoma in confirmation.
Then they kissed.
Outside the window, two girls sat in a tree branch, one of them crying, one of them giggling insanely and clutching a camera to her chest.
"…Ryoma-kun…" wailed Sakuno.
The two boys were so busy they didn't notice a thing.
Tomoka grinned predatorily and snapped a picture.
"I came here to take pictures of Ryoma to sell… but I think I just might keep these to myself."
A/N:
SakeHime says: My first fic here.
…The idea just popped up in my head. XD;;;;
Reviews would be highly appreciated.
Flames too, because they're always fun to read.
But I prefer the first.
Thank You.
(bows)