Okay, I know just the other day I said updates only once a week, but maybe I got a little hyped XD

So this was a request for the one-shot to be made as another 'girl problem type'…

This is for Kurayami-9 :)

Hope you enjoy!

Oh, by the way, for me… the less dominant of the pair goes first. Cause some people are telling me (let's say in boy x boy terms) that the 'seme' of the pairing goes first, but I prefer the other way around… (If I make no sense, ignore my ramble)

WARNING/s (as always): OOCness (lot's and lot's… sorry)

Disclaimer (forgot to put it in the last chapter, and this is going to apply throughout the whole story…): I do not, and will not – ever, own PoT unless I somehow manage to snag all rights and credits from Takeshi Konomi. BooHoo D'X

Fem!Fuji x Tezuka (Perfect Pair)

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HER PROBLEMS

Behind that smile, even Fuji Syuusuke had her problems.

You see, back then, she felt as though dressing up for a boy was stupid… but this all changed when she met Tezuka Kunimitsu on the first day of Junior High seven years ago. They had now been going out for almost three years, yet she still hadn't given up on the fact that she had to look nice around her boyfriend.

Right now, she was standing in front of her mirror, holding outfits up to herself. Just moments ago, she'd received a phone call from the said boy and it seemed like he was now on his way.

*RING* *RING*

"Syuusuke? Are you free?" Tezuka had immediately asked when she picked up.

She curled up into an even tighter ball when he asked, "Uh… um… no?"

Fuji felt bad for lying, but she just wasn't in the mood to go out. She'd just started her 'time of the month' and it was worse than usual.

"Don't lie. I checked the calendar this morning you know." there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Fuji almost dropped her phone in embarrassment, "I – uh…" she wracked her brain, "I'm late! So I'm fine!"

Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake, but Tezuka had already replied.

"W-what? Have you had any morning sickness…?" he coughed slightly, reminding her of the heated night they'd had a few weeks back.

"N-NO! I didn't mean it like that!" Fuji wriggled her legs further into her blanket and the comfort of her bed as she lay down, face flushed like a tomato.

"A-are you sure? Did you check?"

"I – " she was cut off.

"You know what? I'll be over soon."

Fuji sighed and chucked all of her white clothes to the side. She wasn't going to take any chances here.

Rummaging through her pile of black garments she held up an acceptable skirt with lace and nice shirt.

She deemed it good enough (hopefully) and walked into her bathroom, leaving the clothes strewn all over the floor.

She stood at the sink for a few moments, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She opened her eyes and looked at all of her flaws, pimples and crooked teeth. Why… how did she just happen to snag a guy like Tezuka? He was just too perfect, and she was… mediocre.

She frowned slightly and poked at her face for a while more, seemingly realized what she'd come into the bathroom for in the first place, she slipped off her shirt to change and put the nicer one on.

*CLICK*

Her head whipped to the source of the sound, only to find Tezuka standing there, phone in hand.

"A-Ah! Kunimitsu… let me get changed." She reached out to close the door, but he was faster, blocking it with his foot.

"No. You're perfect the way you are." He shoved the door back open and pulled her out, "I let myself in."

"I-It's okay… It's not the first time." She said, putting another shirt on and ignoring the other comment.

"I bought wasabi sushi."

"You didn't have to…" she trailed off as she saw Tezuka eye the piles of clothing on the floor.

"Separating white from black?" he raised an eyebrow.

She looked to the floor, guilty, "Well, I just – "

Soft lips were pressed to hers and relief flushed through her, her cramps disappearing to another universe, her problems melting into nothing.

His warmth up close made her stomach burst from the inside out, causing her to smile – a real one – into the kiss. Tezuka's lips moulded perfectly against hers, the two a perfect pair.

"You obviously aren't late." Tezuka pointed out when they separated.

Fuji's eyes opened tenfold and she blushed vividly, looking away, "S-Shut up." She pouted, blowing out her cheeks.

"It's okay to curl up into a ball." Tezuka held her even closer. If he'd been dating her for well over two years, he should at least know her moods when the time came.

Fuji bit her trembling lip, seeming to have an internal battle, debating whether she should give in or not.

Before the mental debate came to an end, Tezuka went and pulled her onto the bed anyway, a small yelp escaping her lips.

She fell into a rather comfortable position, her head resting on her boy-friends chest, and her legs were tucked in to keep warmth near her stomach.

All of these random thoughts and emotions suddenly took over her, and she burst into tears, the salty mess falling onto Tezuka's shirt as he patted her back, calmly and reassuringly.

"K-Kuni-chi." She whispered his nickname through sobs, "Why did you pick me to be your girl-friend?"

"Do I need to have a reason?" his reply was so confident, so sure, that she cried even harder, feeling embarrassed she couldn't stop the water works. He leaned in closer, "But, I love this side of you the most, the one where you're alone, just with me. And you drop that façade to let me see the true you."

Fuji stifled a laugh between the tears, "That… that was so cheesy."

'And great for blackmail…' she then thought to herself.

END

Hmmm I really need to work on my endings… but I thought it can't be Fuji without that thought at the end :P

Anyway! Review, request… whatever!

Next up is also for Kurayami-9 and then its RyoKei's request (there are still others too)