Being Fuji [TeniMyu; ShiroAi; GP]
title: Being Fuji
author: yumeyana
fandom: musical tennis no oujisama
pairing: shiroai
rating/genre: GP / humor
summary: Shirota watches, the whole cast does, the moment his body moves in a rhythm only he can dance. And the Tezuka actor wonders if it should've been the other way around--he was Fuji and Aiba was Tezuka.
[crossposted at tenimyu_slash, shirotaxaiba and at quilled_dreams.]
Author’s Notes: I haven’t written anything TeniMyu related in months and I’ve been trying to. This wasn’t supposed to be my ShiroAi comeback fic but somehow, the idea just popped in my head and I couldn’t get it to quiet down. Thus, this. Set some time in HyoteiMyu.
Dedication: To nikihiiragizawa. Because she needs something to light up her otherwise bad day. ^^
Disclaimers: All the people used in the story below are real and have their own lives. Whatever is written below is just a figment of my imagination and/or my own life. Only the plot is mine.
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Being Fuji.
He works as if it is the only thing that matters to him, as it if is his life. He moves, graceful and poised-his body obeying him even with only the slightest twitch of muscle as a command. It makes some of the cast sit and watch, awed by such fluid movements. There is a comment here and there, admiring his skills. There is an amused chuckle from somewhere behind you, most probably from Kazuki and Takuya. You hear Yanagi’s whisper of a wish as he watches the transition from jazz to pop. Ruito’s footsteps echo in the studio, an indication that he is trying to imitate the dance routine. Kaji snorts-something about being a show-off-and there is a collective shush from both Konii and Kujirai.
Funny, you think, how your places are reversed; Tezuka is usually the one who emits such reactions while Fuji, though he leaves people in awe, remains in the background most of the time-watching.
Ueshima-sensei claps twice, signaling him to stop dancing. And while your director-slash-choreographer praises him with a pat on the back, the world starts spinning again-the cast goes back to what they’ve been doing prior to the little dance show. It makes you think-perhaps you should’ve auditioned as Fuji Syusuke instead. You’ll be an awkward Fuji, though, what with your height; but it will, nevertheless, fit you.
You watch him walk toward you-one hand holding a bottle of water, the other a towel. He pauses a few centimeters before he passes by, punching your arm lightly.
Stop giving me that charming smile, Shirotan.
And then he walks away.
Your eyes widen and it takes you at least three seconds before you turn around. You follow him with your eyes and wonder what made him say that. You haven’t been smiling-charmingly or goofily-at him. You’ve just been staring, standing at awe. Analyzing, thinking.
Haven’t you?
He glances back at you and shakes his head. He mouths-Doing it again.
You have? You bring your fingers to your lips, tracing it.
You have.
And you haven’t noticed it at all.
Yet, he has.
xxx
19Jn07
05:33p
author: yumeyana
fandom: musical tennis no oujisama
pairing: shiroai
rating/genre: GP / humor
summary: Shirota watches, the whole cast does, the moment his body moves in a rhythm only he can dance. And the Tezuka actor wonders if it should've been the other way around--he was Fuji and Aiba was Tezuka.
[crossposted at tenimyu_slash, shirotaxaiba and at quilled_dreams.]
Author’s Notes: I haven’t written anything TeniMyu related in months and I’ve been trying to. This wasn’t supposed to be my ShiroAi comeback fic but somehow, the idea just popped in my head and I couldn’t get it to quiet down. Thus, this. Set some time in HyoteiMyu.
Dedication: To nikihiiragizawa. Because she needs something to light up her otherwise bad day. ^^
Disclaimers: All the people used in the story below are real and have their own lives. Whatever is written below is just a figment of my imagination and/or my own life. Only the plot is mine.
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Being Fuji.
He works as if it is the only thing that matters to him, as it if is his life. He moves, graceful and poised-his body obeying him even with only the slightest twitch of muscle as a command. It makes some of the cast sit and watch, awed by such fluid movements. There is a comment here and there, admiring his skills. There is an amused chuckle from somewhere behind you, most probably from Kazuki and Takuya. You hear Yanagi’s whisper of a wish as he watches the transition from jazz to pop. Ruito’s footsteps echo in the studio, an indication that he is trying to imitate the dance routine. Kaji snorts-something about being a show-off-and there is a collective shush from both Konii and Kujirai.
Funny, you think, how your places are reversed; Tezuka is usually the one who emits such reactions while Fuji, though he leaves people in awe, remains in the background most of the time-watching.
Ueshima-sensei claps twice, signaling him to stop dancing. And while your director-slash-choreographer praises him with a pat on the back, the world starts spinning again-the cast goes back to what they’ve been doing prior to the little dance show. It makes you think-perhaps you should’ve auditioned as Fuji Syusuke instead. You’ll be an awkward Fuji, though, what with your height; but it will, nevertheless, fit you.
You watch him walk toward you-one hand holding a bottle of water, the other a towel. He pauses a few centimeters before he passes by, punching your arm lightly.
Stop giving me that charming smile, Shirotan.
And then he walks away.
Your eyes widen and it takes you at least three seconds before you turn around. You follow him with your eyes and wonder what made him say that. You haven’t been smiling-charmingly or goofily-at him. You’ve just been staring, standing at awe. Analyzing, thinking.
Haven’t you?
He glances back at you and shakes his head. He mouths-Doing it again.
You have? You bring your fingers to your lips, tracing it.
You have.
And you haven’t noticed it at all.
Yet, he has.
xxx
19Jn07
05:33p