Fandom – The Prince of Tennis
Theme – 003 Light
Character – Takashi Kawamura & mention of other character
Words – 366
Warning – None
Sometimes in his midnight awakenings he stared too at the dark alley under his window. In summer, he opened the window and sat on the frame, stretching his legs in the fresh, night air. But it was winter, almost spring, and it was really cold outside. He didn't want to catch a cold for the next week graduation so he even not opened the window. And that was the best answer. The following second he could hear a window opening and then he saw a small light coming from the building in front of him.
He turned to his room to look what time was and he discovered it was past midnight. He looked at the small light again. He knew who was there, apparently smoking, on the second floor of that house.
I wasn't the first time he saw him, or well, saw it. The only thing he could see of him has the light of his cigarette. Sometimes he played with his lighter and so he could see his fingers and his bored face. Other times he had his phone on his hands, maybe texting or playing some free game, he didn't know.
He wondered why he never saw him when he was sitting on the window frame, looking at the sky, or when he just had the window opened and he was there. But he knew he was in his room, resting or sleeping but he was.
It was like both of them knew the other was there and none of them wanted to disturb their respective, quite loneliness.
That awkward moment finished when the light disappeared down the alley, the window was closed and everything returned as dark as always was.
Then he went back to the bed with a weird feeling on his chest and a blush in his cheeks. His heart pounded fast, hitting his ribs furiously and all his body was trembling.
When he saw the light, his disease started. He didn't know if it was because he was watching him from darkness or it was something more. But even when he was sleepy, that feeling didn't let him rest in calm.
And it was confusing him like hell.