(FIC)His Essence (TezuFuji) PG-13
"Sure if that's what you want". They held hands, intensely, and at that moment, Tezuka understood that he would never be able to fully hold Fuji's essence within his arms. He knew it would swallow both his heart and soul.
And he was happy.
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The day they played, it was clouded. There were high chances of rain. The real storm, however, was happening on the courts. It was unstoppable.
Serve after serve, Tezuka's mind kept going back to Fuji's game in the nationals. His memory presenting him with the completely awaken Fuji. A notion he had always fantasized about and at the same time dreaded. Now it was real. Fuji was showing him his all. Fuji was smiling, Tezuka looked at him and smiled as well.
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Years later, long after their tennis glory days. Tezuka thinks of Fuji, and denies to himself the desire to see him again. Fuji's essence is elusive, but permeating. It is something that Tezuka has never forgotten. And he will not admit it, but he hopes Fuji has not forgotten him.
Tezuka grabs the card one of his clients at the firm gave him. A card with Fuji's name. "He has become an artist". He says to himself. And he smiles just like that day, under the clouded sky, and grabs his phone.
After he hears the voice on the other line, it is amazing how that clouded sky goes away. Forgotten.
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They are lying in bed, drenched in each other's sweat. Tezuka revels in this moment. Listening to Fuji's light breath. But even now he knows That Fuji's essence is not his. And he is happy. He would not have it any other way, "It wouldn't be Fuji", he mumbles before going to sleep feeling the weight of Fuji on the mattress next to him.