DISCLAIMER: As always, Prince of Tennis is not mine.
"..but I guess three week's too long." - Tezuka
Right. So moving on...
Okay. So perhaps the idea of shutting up the mighty Keigo Atobe was too much. It was 3 days ago when the diva said something about placing the school in a state of emergency, and Fuji was having a very hard time finding peace since then.
Fuji knew he was violating school rules. Should any teacher catch him on his current predicament, he'll surely get suspended. Why would he not? He was after all stuck outside the second floor of their schools campus - to be more precise, on that tiny space just when you climb out of the window for suicide. One wrong step and he'll fall.
Fuji gripped the small protruding structure of the wall to keep his balance. The window of Tezuka's office is just 5 steps away and he certainly doesn't have any plan of falling down and dying without seeing the face of his professor. He took another step, pressing himself more against the wall. And then another, up until he was just outside. The space he was standing up was to thin for him to peer over to see if Tezuka's inside. He had to do something else.
Tezuka's taking a short nap when he heard the slight knocking on his office glass window. At first he ignored it. But when the knock intensified, more than what his solitude could handle, he stood up, sighed.
He frowned when he saw the hand responsible for the knocking. Quickly unlocking the window and prying it open, Tezuka immediately held out a hand, as if knowing exactly who it was. True to his intention, Fuji took it.
"I'll explain," Fuji muttered as he pushed himself up the window while Tezuka pulled his arm.
"What's going on?" the psychology professor asked ones they were already inside. He peered out the window to see if someone is following Fuji, before closing it.
"Atobe...is a monster." Fuji asked, sighing in relief. "He has these photos of us together, and he's making a huge fuss about it."
Tezuka frowned in thought. He knew about it. Everyone knew. After all, Atobe made the effort of actually terrorizing their campus's official radio station to report it. And yes, he was very well aware of the predicament Fuji's in, which was why exactly they refrain from seeing each other or going home together for their study session. It's all crazy. But what can you do? When it comes to Atobe, nothing is ordinary.
"Are you okay?" Tezuka asked gesturing Fuji to take a seat. Fuji did.
"So far yes. But I don't think I can take more. My grades are suffering and Yumiko's going to kill me."
Tezuka nodded. "I know. This needs to stop."
"How?" The slight tone desperation was present on Fuji's voice and he can't blame him.
"I'll take care of it."
Fuji eyed him skeptically but nevertheless nodded. "Our study session is ending soon...I just...want to thank you, Tezuka."
"You learn fast."
"You're an excellent mentor."
Tezuka gave out a small smile. "You're easy to teach."
Fuji nodded, "I like listening to your lessons."
They stared at each other for a moment before both of them chuckled. Tezuka quickly hid it by clearing his throat. "Fuji...when all these are over..I was wondering if.." he trailed off, not exactly knowing how to say what he meant.
"If?"
Tezuka hesitated. "I was wondering if...we could go out for dinner."
Fuji had to blink several times to see if he was hearing things right. Did Tezuka just ask him out? For dinner?
"I'm...hold on...is this like a date or something?"
Tezuka hesitated. "Well...I just thought that maybe we could celebrate your graduation from this crash course.."
The tensai slowly nodded, hoping a second ago that Tezuka's indeed asking him out for a date. Guess it's too early for that, after all. "It's fine..."
A moment of silence fall between them, before Tezuka moved over to his desk and picked up some sheets of paper. He handed it to Fuji. "I've made few notes for you. It will help."
Fuji nodded, took the paper and skimmed through the contents. Of course he appreciates Tezuka's thoughtfulness. But right now, Psychology lessons were not exactly the things he'd like to think about. He was tired. And he's pissed.
"Fuji...are you sure you're okay?"
The tensai frowned, leaned back and shut his eyes. Even if he say he's okay, he's sure the other wouldn't buy it. "No. I'm not okay, professor."
He still had his eyes closed when he felt Tezuka walked behind the chair he was sitting on. Then he felt his hands on his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Reducing tension," Tezuka muttered, slowly massaging his student's shoulders. Fuji allowed him, loving the feel of his mentor's warm hands against the cold temperature of the room. He sighed as he felt himself relax.
"Better?"
Fuji nodded. Tezuka continued to massage his shoulders, both enjoying the silence. Fuji wasn't sure if it was stress or the comfort he felt at his professor's ministrations that led him to hold the other's hand.
He wasn't exactly sure what happened. The next thing he knew, their apparent massage session was cut short in favor of something much more...intimate. He found himself standing up, closing the distance between he and Tezuka and -
"Fuji.."
The sound of his name zapped him back to reality, blinking in slight surprise and embarrassment realizing that he was about to lean in for a kiss. He took a step back, wanting to leave but Tezuka gripped his wrist. "Not here."
Fuji frowned and looked at his professor straight in the eyes in question.
"I was planning to make the first move, you know," Tezuka said. Fuji stared at his hand which is still on Tezuka's and then looked back up. "..but I guess three week's too long."
Fuji wanted to say something. But all he could do at the moment is to look at Tezuka's face, trying to read his expression to see if he's getting the information right this time. He couldn't just be imagining things, could he?
"Go back to your class. We'll talk later. I'll wait for you at the back gate,"
He so, so wanted to say something, anything. Yet all he managed to do is a slow nod, keeping his eyes locked on Tezuka's. He unwillingly pulled his hand away and started heading out. But just before Fuji could pull the knob open, he heaved a sigh, turned, and walked back. He didn't dare to stop a second before he slammed his body against Tezuka in a tight hug, with his arms clinging around the others neck. He half-expected his professor to pull away. Instead he felt Tezuka's hand on his waist, pulling him closer.
Fuji buried his face on Tezuka's shoulder, not wanting to let go even if he still has his questions and hesitations. "I'll see you later," he said.
Tezuka nodded. Fuji pulled himself away and left.
To his relief, Atobe and his minions didn't seem to interfere his safe exit to school this time. Fuji managed to sneak into the campus's back gate, feeling relieved when he saw Tezuka's car parked nearby. He immediately hop in and they sped away. The rest of the trip went in silence. Rather than go straight home, Tezuka chose to pull over on a park. They need to talk. And going home just doesn't seem like an entirely good idea to do some serious talking.
"About earlier.." they said in unison.
Tezuka gestured him to continue first.
"I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. It's just that..." Fuji sighed. "I can't help it."
"I don't mind," Tezuka muttered.
"Tezuka...I meant it when I said that I like you...but I'm not trying to impose on something you don't like and-"
"I'm attracted to you, Fuji," He saw the tensai freeze and stare at him wide-eyed. "Physically, mentally, and emotionally...name it. And I've never wanted anyone this hard before."
Tezuka thought he was being too straightforward. And he wasn't sure if this is even the right approach. But if he doesn't say it now, he didn't know if he will have another shot. Besides, Fuji seemed like entirely ready to listen to what he had to say.
"You want me? As in like..."
"Let's just say that I've been dreaming about you for quite a while now."
Fuji blushed profusely. Who would not in his right mind? Tezuka's a hundred times more gorgeous than all the people he had met, and he likes him. So for that same person to be dreaming about you is rather...flattering..and embarrassing so to speak.
He bit his lower lip and looked down, not sure if he can look Tezuka straight in the eye after what he said.
Moments of silence passed between them, not knowing what to say next. Tezuka took the initiative.
"Fasten back your seat belt. I'll drive you home."
Fuji remained immobile, still thinking. Seeing how he must not have heard him, the professor leaned closer, grabbing the belt so he can strap it across Fuji's chest. But just as he was about to pull back to his seat, Fuji raised his head, accidentally brushing his lips on Tezuka's right cheek.
They both froze.
"I...want you too, Tezuka,"
And that was all it took for the typically reserved professor to actually abandon his self restrain and just lean in to give his student a nothing short of mind-blowing kiss he could ever asked for. Fuji had never kissed anyone before so he didn't know what to do or how to respond. But Tezuka, being the ever talented teacher as he is, just seemed to know exactly how to pleasure him.
But when he felt Tezuka's tongue licking his lower lip, his reflex took over and pushed him away.
His professor, who was obviously stunned, blinked a couple of times. "I..I'm sorry Fuji, I didn't mean-"
"No...it's not like that...I'm just...not good at this," he admitted, his face turning redder.
Tezuka smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You'll get used to it. I promise."
Fuji tried to look away, saving himself from more embarrassment and willing to stop himself from blushing. Tezuka turned on the car's engine and started driving to Fuji's house.
SY: They kissed. OMG THEY KISSED! How is Tezuka being so straightforward?! How is Atobe not on this scene?! How?!
Okay everyone, it's official. Tezuka and his hormones obviously can't wait for another three weeks. Let's...respect his decision. (And don't worry Fuji! Tezuka's going to teach you! I promise! Believe me coz we're friends!)
Ja!