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-
Disclaimer: This is just sick.
Chapter Four
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Kunumitsu Tezuka will make a poor soldier. You are certain of that. He is a very courteous man—a gentleman at that—but when alcohol gets into the context, everything about him goes downhill.
It is your fault in the first place. You are the one who provoked that burly football player when you told him he has a brain of an empty nutshell. He snaps at you and you get Tezuka involved. The frat party instantly turns to a one-sided wrestling match.
He wakes up the next morning curled in your futon as you watch him sleep. The hangover overwhelms his senses for a few minutes before reality hits him. "Where am I?" he asks you while tending to his jaw.
"Does it hurt?" you ask him, bemused.
"It hurts like hell," he tells you. "What happened?"
"You, Tezuka Kunumitsu, just ruined you reputation as an amazing gentleman."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You can't even defend you balls."
He glares at you and you explain. "You got into a fight last night."
"I did what?"
"Don't worry," you reach to pat his shoulder like a little boy who did a great job of coloring his first monkey drawing green. "I'm not hurt. You did a great job."
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