Vivid Hues
BY: MYLiFE'SBOAT
Summary: TEZUKA/OC. As the sun disappeared under the waters with Tezuka's hand warming yours in a comforting way, you realize; this is the only thing that you wanted all along. –Written in second person-
These short chapters are not chronological.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei told me that if I only knew his real name, he'll hand Tezuka over. Too bad I suck at remembering names.
Chapter Two
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You are Aikawa Haruka and you are in love with this dense, serious, obsessive-compulsive and (sometimes) insensitive guy, Tezuka Kunumitsu. You do not actually remember how it happened. Perhaps on one of those frat parties you attended and you saw him there alone by the bar, mulling quietly over a bottle of cold beer and you join his solitude. Perhaps on that particular day you saw him on one of your classes and he sits beside you, the only unoccupied seat in Chemistry Lab and you chat about the frat party the other day—albeit the fact that you talked and he listened (somewhat). Perhaps that moment when you held your camera in your hands snapping pictures at the campus garden for your Arts class project and you saw him under the tree, browsing through the books that cluttered the bench he sat on. Perhaps that time you saw him by chance playing tennis in the campus courts when your friend (moe!) dragged you to watch the game (and you do not know at that time that he is a tennis player). The picture you took that day has never left your pocket since.
Or perhaps that time you saw his six-pack abs and his taut shoulder muscles (leg muscles too) when you (accidentally) peeked in the locker room as said friend (moe!) pulled you in as her photographer as he and his team-mates changed into sport shirts. You felt like a (willing) paparazzi that whole day as you and said friend (moe!) followed them around like guard dogs in heat.
You reconsider. The real reason, as you have deliberated, why this whole I-love-Tezuka thing started is probably the latter. Tezuka looked foxy then—exceptionally cunning. It doesn't particularly need an exceptionally romantic first meeting to start a relationship anyway. His six-pack abs is enough.
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