A/N: Some untitled, stupid drabble! Thanks to you-know-who for the idea that got this fic started, and to someone else for giving me the idea in the first place.

Tezuka was on his way into the grocery store when it happened.

He was in a bit of a hurry. His mother had sent him out to get a few things, which had interrupted his precious tennis time. Since he wanted to buy the things and get back to play more tennis as soon as possible, he was not really watching where he was going, and he collided with someone on the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry. I will pay better attention to where I am walking next time," he said. He was about to be on his way, but something about this person caught his eye. He seemed very strong and determined, and there was something in his eyes...

"..." he said.

"..." Tezuka replied.

"You are Tezuka, from Seigaku, aren't you?"

"...yes." Tezuka was not exactly sure who he was speaking to. He racked his brain, and finally came up with the answer.

"Sanada, from Rikkai?"

"...yes."

They stared at each other for a few long moments. There was something in the air between them; something so strong that if Tezuka had reached out he probably could have touched it. It was an emotion he had never experienced before. Which was not surprising since he rarely experienced emotions.

"You were in Germany," Sanada said, proving that he had very deep insight.

"I'm back now," Tezuka replied wisely.

"I see." Sanada was obviously a genius, and Tezuka felt moved by this whole experience. He desperately wanted to start a conversation with this boy, but his conversation skills were lacking. Never before had he regretted his expressionless face and stony mannerisms; today, he just wanted to be an outgoing and carefree individual, so he could talk to this fascinating creature. He would just have to try and think of something to say...

"I like your buns."

"What?"

"They are very round and firm."

Sanada blinked, and for some reason he appeared somewhat uncomfortable. Tezuka had no idea why. Perhaps he did not like people looking at his buns.

"Yes, I suppose they are," he said.

"They also appear very soft."

"I don't really want to discuss this -"

"In fact, I am very envious of your buns. I want to get some myself."

Sanada looked positively put out. "I have to be going now -"

"Which grocery store did you just come from?" Tezuka asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to get some of those buns."

"Buns?"

"The ones you are carrying. They are my favorite kind." Tezuka had just spent the last ten minutes praising them. Perhaps Sanada was not as insightful as he'd thought.

"Oh. Those buns."

"...yes." Tezuka suddenly realized that Sanada may have been interpreting his words differently than they were intended. In fact, had he been capable of such a thing, he would have been blushing.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Why did you come all of this way to go to this particular grocery store?" Tezuka asked, trying to save face.

"Because the buns here are so much nicer than at home," Sanada replied. "Or so my mother says."

"Your mother likes buns, as well?"

"She can't get enough of them."

The two boys looked at each other for a very long moment, and then they emitted sounds that were the Tezuka and Sanada equivalent to laughter. Sanada gave Tezuka his phone number, and also the permission to use that number, and they all lived happily ever after - especially their buns.