Conspiracy [Prince of Tennis: Fuji/Tezuka, Saeki]
208 Words.
Prompt from vacivity, as follows:
A. Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
B. Colour/Setting/Time of Day/Season: navy blue, beach, evening, fall.
C. Extra prompt within ten words: "Play it again".
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"Wasn't it nice of Kojirou to invite us to his home for the weekend?" Fuji says, smiling softly as the sun sets over the waters. The hour is early, but the nights are beginning to creep in earlier and earlier now that fall has begun after all, and the air holds a chill. Tezuka uses this as his excuse to pull Fuji closer with an awkward arm around his shoulders; Fuji has only a shirt on, while Tezuka has a jacket, and his navy blue scarf.
"Mmm," he says in response. "Suspicious, even. Even more so when he suddenly remembered he had other plans."
Fuji buries his smile in the fabric of Tezuka's shirt. "Are you accusing my best friend of lying?" He asks a moment later. "Or conspiracy?"
"Both, I suppose." Tezuka replies.
"Well, I'm glad we got that settled." Fuji says, and squirms himself further into Tezuka's grasp. Tezuka's hand finds its way into Fuji hair of its own accord. And everytime it does, Fuji tends to make a little noise somewhat akin to a purr.
"This is in all likelihood going to happen again," Fuji says. "Just so you know."
"Well," Tezuka says after a pause, "I don't believe I'm adverse to the idea."
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Prompt from vacivity, as follows:
A. Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
B. Colour/Setting/Time of Day/Season: navy blue, beach, evening, fall.
C. Extra prompt within ten words: "Play it again".
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"Wasn't it nice of Kojirou to invite us to his home for the weekend?" Fuji says, smiling softly as the sun sets over the waters. The hour is early, but the nights are beginning to creep in earlier and earlier now that fall has begun after all, and the air holds a chill. Tezuka uses this as his excuse to pull Fuji closer with an awkward arm around his shoulders; Fuji has only a shirt on, while Tezuka has a jacket, and his navy blue scarf.
"Mmm," he says in response. "Suspicious, even. Even more so when he suddenly remembered he had other plans."
Fuji buries his smile in the fabric of Tezuka's shirt. "Are you accusing my best friend of lying?" He asks a moment later. "Or conspiracy?"
"Both, I suppose." Tezuka replies.
"Well, I'm glad we got that settled." Fuji says, and squirms himself further into Tezuka's grasp. Tezuka's hand finds its way into Fuji hair of its own accord. And everytime it does, Fuji tends to make a little noise somewhat akin to a purr.
"This is in all likelihood going to happen again," Fuji says. "Just so you know."
"Well," Tezuka says after a pause, "I don't believe I'm adverse to the idea."
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