A/N: Here's the fluff! Tho I'm not really good at fluff... I hope this doesn't disappoint.

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Making History

Monday, February 14 2011

Fuji threw himself to the sofa, then stretched his body lazily. As usual, it was a busy Monday. He was glad to be home, away from work. As much as he loved his job and his current project, he needed to get away from them for a while. He was so exhausted he was almost missed his stop as he fell asleep on the train. Thankfully he had prepared dinner the night before because he didn't think he could cook anything without burning down the apartment. Now he just had to reheat them once Tezuka arrived.

They had grown very close nowadays. Fuji knew they had been best friends for many years now, and living together had definitely brought them onto a new level of closeness. But back then, there was a certain unspoken boundary between them, one that they dared not cross in fear of offending each other. There were things they just knew about each other but didn't talk about, unless they really had to.

But now they talked about everything (or, well, Fuji talked about everything while Tezuka just mostly listened). They saw each other more often than before, to the point where they had to make a pact to not contact each other for a week so they could see their neglected friends. Much to Fuji's amusement, Tezuka was the one who gave in first by sending him a link to a video of their match in National Championship back in junior high school. They learnt their lesson after that and not make more stupid pacts, although now they only saw each other twice or three times a week. And tonight, Tezuka promised that he would come for dinner.

Fuji yawned and checked his watch. He had come home earlier than usual so he had time to rest a little before Tezuka arrived. The preparation was almost complete anyway. He only had to throw away the trash, hid his dirty laundry, and he was ready for a guest. So, Fuji closed his eyes and drifted up to take a quick nap on the couch.

Unfortunately, that quick nap became hours long. When Fuji opened his eyes, the lights in his apartment were already turned on although he was sure that when he arrived, they were still off. He quickly sat up, remembering the tasks that he should've done.

Fuji looked up to see Tezuka coming out of his kitchen. He was dressed in casual clothes which meant that he had gone home to change. Fuji had slept much longer than he thought if Tezuka had the time to go to his apartment across the city and then went here. From the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen, Tezuka had also reheated the food himself. Fuji rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. I overslept."

Tezuka nodded in understanding. "You looked tired." He said, sitting down next to Fuji, the sides of their bodies pressing closely despite the available space in the couch.

Fuji couldn't resist leaning on him, enjoying his warmth and strength. He liked being close to Tezuka like this -he made Fuji felt protected. Fuji was by no mean a weak person physically or emotionally, but it was nice to know that someone had his back when he let his guard down, and he would like to think that Tezuka felt the same. He rubbed his tired eyes. "It's a good thing I gave you my key. You would've been locked outside otherwise."

"You're too trusting." Tezuka said with a frown. Obviously he still didn't think it was a good idea to give the spare key to one's apartment to other people. What if someone stole the key? He warned Fuji many times. It almost as if he didn't want them to trust other people after the ends of their relationships centuries ago (and it's not like anyone on earth had the courage to steal anything from him and risk his deadly glares). But they had moved on, of course. They learnt to trust again. They learnt to take risks again. And best of all, they learnt to open up with each other. They were definitely closer than ever before, and maybe that's why Tezuka was paranoid. He didn't want to lose Fuji's hard-won trust.

It was a silly notion, of course. One that had never crossed Fuji's mind. Tezuka was the one person who would never intentionally let him down, the one person he knew he could count on. His confidante, his partner-in-crime, his rival, his best friend, his lo…. "But it's you! I trust you with my key, with my life, and my heart even!" Fuji laughed.

There was something in Tezuka's eyes that made Fuji stopped. There it was, that emotion that Fuji hadn't been able to name. He had seen it in Tezuka's eyes before, but never as clear as tonight. Tonight he was open, naked, fragile. So Fuji leaned in and brushed his lips against Tezuka's, needing to covey that he felt the same, that he wanted to share the weakness and the strength, that he was scared but felt that it was worth the risk, that Tezuka was worth the risk.

The kiss last just a second but they were both breathless when it ended. Like they had forgotten how to breathe. Like they were exhausted from hiding this feeling inside.

"I didn't know you're…" Tezuka started. Their faces were only scant inches apart and neither was willing to pull back.

"I don't like labels." Fuji whispered.

Tezuka looked at him, considering. "We don't need labels." He agreed.

Then they kissed again and again and again until the world blurred into pleasant mixture of the novelty and familiarity of love. Fuji knew there were things to talk about, to worry, and to plan, but now it was about them and the present, not the world and the future. Logic could wait until tomorrow.

TBC

A/N: One more chapter to go!