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Chapter 5 – The Date

Unlike the week that passed by in the blink of an eye, Saturday seemed to take an eternity to come in Fuji's point of view. The tensai tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, unable to sleep as his mind was nowhere else but on the date with Tezuka Kunimitsu tomorrow.

'What are you so nervous about?' Fuji thought.

"Of course you are nervous, baka. You explicitly said that you want a date with Tezuka," he said dryly, "I wonder what Tezuka has planned for tomorrow," he mumbled sleepily as his eyes began to droop heavily.

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"Good morning, Tezuka!" Fuji greeted, his breath almost taken away by the sight of the taller boy standing at his doorway. Tezuka was dressed in a simple black shirt with black pants, and a dark-colored vest. His hair looked tousled, yet it was tousled in a neat way. Overall, Fuji could only describe Tezuka in only a word – handsome.

Tezuka took in the sight of a seemingly nervous Fuji who stood before him. He had to admit, that the shorter boy looked absolutely stunning, even with a short-sleeved blue shirt and tight jeans. His hair fell and framed his face in a cute way, and under the morning light, Tezuka noticed that Fuji had the most amazing blue eyes.

"Erm," Tezuka cleared his throat, hoping that he would not be caught for staring at the tensai, "Shall we go?"

Fuji's eyes glittered with excitement. He could not wait to spend his Saturday with the Seigaku captain – without anyone to disturb the both of them.

Automatically, Fuji grabbed hold of Tezuka's hand as he grinned at the surprised latter with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Let's go then. Lead the way, Tezuka." He smiled.

Clearing his throat as he pushed his spectacles against the bridge of his nose with his free hand, Tezuka hoped that he did not look flustered as he felt a slight blush creep up his neck. Unconsciously giving Fuji's hand a gentle squeeze, Tezuka led the both of them to their first destination. The fact that Tezuka did not release his hold on Fuji had surprised himself, and yet the captain felt that it seemed perfectly alright and normal for him. In fact, he was feeling butterflies in his stomach at the close contact with the tensai. It was his first date with Fuji after all!

The first stop brightened Fuji Syusuke's day further after they alighted from the bus. Standing in front of a majestic building, the museum was surrounded by an expanse of lush green lawn. A strip of flowers already blossomed down the centre of the lawn, white sakura trees bordered the grounds and parking lot.

"Photo exhibition?" Fuji asked.

Tezuka only nodded as he led the excited tensai into the museum. He had spent at least two days racking his brain about where to bring the tensai on a date. Initially, he thought a visit to the photo exhibition might be boring since Fuji had been to many previously. But his mind changed when he saw genuine happiness emanating from Fuji as the latter shared his knowledge about photography happily.

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The next activity that they did was to watch a movie. Tezuka, not knowing what type of movie that Fuji liked, had politely asked Fuji to choose.

"Well, let's watch this movie. I heard that it is a good comedy." Fuji said thoughtfully. Deep down in his heart, Fuji knew that he only wanted to see more of Tezuka's smiles and had thus deliberately chose that movie.

And so, throughout the movie, Fuji kept stealing glances at the taller boy, his eyes softening whenever he saw Tezuka laughing heartily.

'Tezuka, I feel happy being with you. Do you?' Fuji asked silently.

The day passed quickly, though the couple had gone for dinner at a simple restaurant with Tezuka insisting on footing the bill. 'Too quickly', Fuji thought sadly.

"Is something bothering you?"

Fuji stuttered, a little startled, "...No...why would anything bother me?" He smiled across the table at Tezuka, who was looking thoughtfully at Fuji.

With a little shrug, Tezuka remarked, "You look bothered. But I'm glad that you aren't."

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"Thanks for everything, Tezuka. I mean, today's date is awesome – photo exhibition, movie, window shopping and dinner...You are really good at making wishes come true, Tezuka. You must be a genie in your previous life," Fuji joked with a beam of smile on his face.

Tezuka felt a blush creep up his neck. He felt flattered and glad that Fuji enjoyed the day with him. He had been worrying the day before that Fuji might find the date a disappointment.

"So, to thank you," Fuji paused, "Let me accompany you home this time, okay?" He asked softly.

Tezuka ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtfully. 'I want to send Fuji home. But he looks so...sincere.'

Tezuka nodded, since refusing would not change Fuji's decision anyway.

The journey to Tezuka's residence was silent, yet both boys felt contented, with the constant brushing of arms against each other, feeling the warmth of each other as they held hands.

"Tezuka," Fuji started, his voice wavering slightly as he breathed in deeply, "What do you think of me?" He asked, fixing his blue eyes at his companion.

A pregnant silence followed. Tezuka was unsure of how to reply the tensai. He knew that Fuji was special to him, but special as what? He stared down at the clasped hands, as he tried to make sure of his feelings. He could not just answer Fuji when he himself was not clear about it. He had to be responsible, not only to himself, but most importantly, to Fuji.

"I —"

"Is okay," Fuji forced a smile, hoping that Tezuka would not see the hurt look on his face, "I'm just joking! You don't have to answer me. Oh, we have reached," Fuji remarked softly, "Thanks again for everything, Tezuka. Good night." He said stiffly, before letting go of Tezuka's hand and hurried away without waiting for Tezuka's reply.

'What do you take me as? Why are you doing this me?' Fuji thought, as he walked down the street, with eyes downcast. But he had not gone that far when a voice broke the silence of the night.

"Fuji Syusuke," a cold, yet familiar voice called out, stopping Fuji in his tracks.

A/N: I am sorry if Tezuka or Fuji is slightly OC. I am trying my best.

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