It took the next day after that whole fiasco for Tezuka-sensei to change. He first apologized to the class for being harsh the past couple months, and that it was about to change. They had done a lot more since then and everyone in the class became like family. Tezuka would show them various types of writing styles and would occasionally read a book to them or make them read to show how professionals wrote.
"I'm my personal opinion; I think young writers actually have more of an impact than adult writers. You all have much more of an imagination than I have. I think we all know that," Tezuka joked.
"Yeah you're as dry as a wad of paper Tezuka-sensei," Eichi Bunta teased.
Tezuka shrugged a little embarrassed that his class sometimes ganged up on him by teasing him about not being to creative and imaginative. But he was trying to loosen up for the first time of his life and it actually felt good. His students were trying to guide him along the way. Everyone got along now and he had become close towards his kids. They were really talented when given the chance and when you didn't limit them to this and that. Sometimes when it was nice and even he wanted to get out of the stuffy classroom, he'd teach outside. Everyone always enjoyed that, and once a month he'd let everyone actually have a day break since they usually earned it, and usually had some sort of game planned for that day outside. Everyone liked the thirteen team tennis game the most, actually Tezuka had never tried such a thing but found it hilarious.
Thirteen people one each side of the court like doubles tennis except with more people covering the court. It was actually the perfect practice for his tennis team to strengthen themselves in doubles.
There was a knock at the door and the girls whispered excitedly already knowing who had arrived. Oh yes, Fuji mad visits to his classes often and always made quite a scene that attracted most of the girls. A certain group of tennis members, who shall remain nameless, leaked out that he had a boyfriend. Fuji was thrilled when he figured out that his class knew and had taken advantage of it in every single way possible.
Tezuka sighed and opened the door to see who he expected to be there.
"Well speak of the devil," he said.
Everybody laughed as Fuji stepped in the room shutting the door behind him. He kissed Tezuka once and quickly lapped his tongue over his lips showing the whole class that Tezuka was his. A couple catcalls were made and fangirl squeals echoed all over the room in delight.
"Morning everyone," greeted Fuji with a small bow. The class stood and bowed back greeting Fuji as well and then sat.
"Now what I was I talking about before this guy entered the room?"
Iroto raised his hand.
"About how young writers can beat the snot out of adult writers any day," he said.
Everyone even Tezuka who couldn't help but stifle a laugh, laughed.
"That's one very descriptive way to put it. Does anyone know what reasons might be behind this?" he asked.
Fuji jokingly raised his hand.
"We already know you know," said Tezuka only glancing at Fuji and looking back at the class.
"Sorry Tezuka-sensei," said Fuji with a smirk.
One girl raised her hand and quietly said, "Because younger writers aren't concerned with editing?"
"You pinpointed it directly. Children normally don't look over their manuscripts nor or they worried about being grammatically correct so they aren't exactly distracted from their ideas. Adults are very concerned with being perfectionists when it comes to writing, they look over it or if they don't have time they be very careful. So careful that they don't even think about their imagination and worry about grammatical mistakes," explained Tezuka.
"But don't you stress us to beta?" asked Iroto.
"Yes, you look over your work after you're done and correct it as much as you can. When it really comes down to it though, if there's a couple mistakes in a piece that's what the editor is there for," said Fuji.
Tezuka smiled.
"He knows because he wrote a book on photography and did magazine articles so he could take pictures as well, so trust him. Fuji has a lot of experience with professional writers," he pointed out.
The bell suddenly rang interrupting the lesson.
"Alright you guys, it's Saturday and you have Sunday off so I won't give any homework for your break so enjoy yourself and attempt to get out some, especially my tennis team members, no PlayStation for you guys! You all are dismissed," called out Tezuka as everyone thanked him for the day and exited.
Fuji smiled as they were alone again and hugged him tight.
"You're absolutely amazing Tezuka, honestly," he whispered.
Tezuka closed his eyes and leaned onto Fuji's shoulder.
"Not really, it took you to make me see that I need to loosen up and live life to the fullest," he murmured.
Fuji kissed at his neck undoing the first couple buttons to his dress shirt.
"You're out for the day," he said slyly.
"No seducing sensei in the classroom," said Tezuka.
Fuji pouted.
"Later. Right now, how about we tend to the team, let them out early, and then go out to eat?" suggested Tezuka.
Fuji's cute little pout formed on his lips turned into grin.
"That sounds nice," he said.
They exited the room and walked down the familiar halls they had walked down since their seventh grade year. They ended up walking down the seventh grade hall and Fuji stopped and grabbed Tezuka's left hand bringing both of his own hands into Tezuka's single hand. Tezuka blinked and found this to be strangely familiar.
"You remember this ne Tezuka?" Fuji asked hopefully.
"Refresh my memory," said Tezuka.
"I stood here and asked you to play a serious tennis match with me in seventh grade. Remember? You accepted and I took your hand like this," explained Fuji.
It took Tezuka a moment to remember and then he finally did. He thought back on it and how long that had been ago… Now he didn't even know where Eiji and Oishi were… Fuji would probably know though now that Tezuka thought about it. Tezuka smiled softly.
"You have a good memory," he complimented.
Fuji chuckled and raised Tezuka's hand to where he could brush his lips against it.
"It was the first move I made on you. How could I forget something like that?" he asked.
Tezuka blinked. Then Fuji did like him since day one. He didn't think that to be serious but obviously it was.
"Thank you," was all he could say. They stood there in that hall way for a long time, and Fuji didn't have to ask what Tezuka was thanking him for. He already knew and he had so much to thank Tezuka for too. He just didn't know it yet.
(A/N: My mini-fic is complete! I hope you enjoyed! ')