31_days September 5 - Tenipuri - Thermos

[bonnefois]

Title: Thermos
Day/Theme: September 5 / A winter morning just like any other
Series: Tenipuri
Character/Pairing: TezuFuji, if you squint, but it’s more gen than anything.
Rating: G

[This idea was from way back in April, when there was a freak snowstorm]

Dammmit, I wanted to add on another part but could not finish it in time to make it properly sparkly ;_; I'll have to make it a companion ficlet ;; *pouts*



Blowing on his tea, Fuji waits for the water to reheat, a packet of instant hot chocolate on the counter beside it, leaning against a black thermos with the lid lying just beside it.

Outside, a freak snowstorm dusted the pavement in milky whiteness, but this was more slush than snow, it lacked the grace and beauty while coagulating with dirt and turning into a thick mush.

The trees are now weighted down with snow, their blossoms shrivel inwards for respite from the cold.
He will photograph it, soon when the light has dulled, faded into mottled cloud cover and the brilliance of sun hitting snow has subsided. Soon, he thinks and takes a sip of the steaming drink.

Fuji glances out the window, teacup resting on the counter beside him, letting it cool before it burns the roof of his mouth and thinking that one should not be given to haste, should not be careless.

The edges of his lips curl at the thought, how it has nestled itself deep within the crevasses of his mind. Honor, fidelity, duty - two years ago he would have placed them as archaic things left to
stories. Now they are words are enunciated on a near daily basis. Words he hears and listens though dually clasped hands and ones hears though metaphors and meaningful silences.

He thinks for a moment, before coming to a hurried realization.

“That idiot” Fuji murmurs into his cup.

The door closes behind him, yet does not disturb the tranquility of the now empty Fuji household.

–

Almost all club practices were cancelled, and students huddled together through each class, leaning in for warmth and to share hushed words of the recent weather.

Of course, that does not stop Fuji from making his way to the tennis club, thinking that data is a fallible thing, but useful in times like these.


He turns and sees what he expected, guessed and mutters an indignation before continuing on.

Practice was cancelled, but then that never stopped Tezuka. He moves gracefully with each smack of ball against wall, playing on even at risk to his health. Fuji restrains the sharp words rolling on the tip of his tongue.

“I thought you’d be here” And without another word, Fuji passes the cylindrical thermos to Tezuka with a stare that implies possible physical maiming if he does not comply.

Tezuka takes the warm thermos with clipped words of thanks, closing his eyes to sip at the warm drink.

Fuji confiscates the racket, giving Tezuka a look that in no certain terms is he to think of continuing practicing in this weather, and Tezuka does not argue - he chooses his battles carefully and knows that there are some he cannot win.

–

Comments

[ele5.livejournal.com]

This is a fic even I can believe that it's almost gen. But well, not exactly. ^_~ (Probably you have already realized what a crazy I am and how I'm always trying to see Tezuka/Fuji everywhere, and somehow even make myself believe...)

Heartwarming friendship, with care and fondness for the other. Also a great among of just knowing what the other would do.

However, this is again one of the fics that make me even more sure that there is no other possibility for the two of them, and probably has never been. ♥

So well, so much for the gen. ^_~

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Well then, we're both insane, I can all find the chapters, colored art and chapter headers where there is subtext even down to Fuji's expression XD ~

~ Thanks~

I still want to finish the second part with the snowball fight D: Stupid time limit.