ketchup (ketchupblood) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-24 23:37:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | ketchupblood, prince of tennis, week 1: prompt 5 |
Prince of Tennis (Tezuka/Fuji) [week 1, prompt 5]
Title: In Love
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash, Tezuka/OC
Word Count: 600
Summary: She couldn't look at Tezuka the same way as Fuji did, because he loved Tezuka more than anything.
Fuji idly doodled a little stick figure on his notebook, checking the page before it so that his placement wouldn't be too far off. Class had barely started and he was already considering adding a background of some sort and maybe another stick figure. The teacher was being boring and Tezuka wasn't even there that day.
Matsuya-chan wasn't there either.
Fuji hadn't thought that Tezuka would have skipped school, no matter how much he knew Matsuya-chan asked him. After all, it was Tezuka. Tezuka wouldn't have done those things that Matsuya-chan bragged about to her friends. He was too straight-laced for that.
Fuji knew he was. He had to be.
It was idiotic, really, to think of Tezuka as straight laced and deny any possibility that he might not be, because Fuji wanted nothing more than for Tezuka to be a little bit different and very willing to try something different. But Tezuka wasn't. Tezuka was Tezuka.
Though they do say that love changes people.
Fuji hadn't wanted to think about that. He did not want to think about Tezuka in love with Matsuya-chan. She was in the lowest tier of the school, for goodness sake. She skipped half the time and she spent the other half gossiping so loudly that no one else could learn. Not that Fuji had ever tried learning, but he supposed it would have been inconvenient to try while she was talking as she normally did.
Tezuka couldn't be in love with her.
He couldn't be. Because Tezuka would never do anything that would disappoint his parents, and she would disappoint them. Less than you would disappoint them, a voice in Fuji's head said, but he ignored it. He had gotten very good at ignoring that voice. No matter what it might say, Tezuka couldn't be in love with her.
Because she would never be in love with him.
Everyone had heard her talking. She had more sexual conquests than Fuji had cacti and she wasn't afraid to share them. No one had any doubt in their mind that Tezuka was just another number for her. When she was done, she would brag about perverting the most perfect student ever created. And she would move on.
Because that's just what she did.
Fuji didn't think about how she hadn't talked about her exploits recently or how she had been coming to class. He didn't think about how her eyes lit up when Tezuka came into the room or how she had gotten softer around the edges recently. He didn't think about how she had re-dyed her hair black and how her skirt was suddenly at the right length. She couldn't be in love with Tezuka.
She couldn't look at Tezuka the same way as Fuji did.
She couldn't be in love with him like Fuji was. Even if she was, she couldn't love him more. Fuji doubted that anyone could love him more. No one would go to the lengths that he had to be with Tezuka. He had talked to the entire school board just to convince them to fund the tennis team for one more year, to keep Tezuka from leaving the school. He had talked to businesses to help create a sports scholarship that was made just for Tezuka to earn, because Tezuka had been thinking of going to another school who offered him more at a full scholarship. He had done it all without ever telling them that he was only a high school student trying to help his crush.
Because he loved Tezuka more than anything.
And when Tezuka and Matsuya-chan walked in together at third hour, both blushing a little shyly and with a sudden bond between them, Fuji told himself that it was just a coincidence.