Title: Viridian
Author: a1y-puff
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Prompt: #24. Viridian
Genre: Friendship-leaning-shippy? With my lame attempt at humor.
Word Count: 676
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji found a sweater he borrowed from Tezuka that he forgot to return.
Warnings: Different tenses for different timeline, randomness, unbetaed.
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi-sensei. Tezuka and Fuji own each other. Prompt belongs to 50scenes. Only the plot is mine ^^

A/N: Just a quick drabble written on a whim before I go to sleep last night. Dunno where the idea came from. Trying a rather new tone here, just hope that it won't be lame ^^;;

Please do review and let me know if this style is alright or if I should never attempt it again, ne? XD


It's Tezuka's.

The warm, woolen viridian sweater is now sitting at the bottom of Fuji's dresser. Really, how long has it been there now? Around three winters, he supposes. Slowly, Fuji reaches out a hand and gently pulls the sweater out and cradles it in his arms.

He knows it's probably only in his head, but Fuji feels like he can smell Tezuka's scent on it. The scent of wood and nature, and a little bit of musk.

The scent he hasn't smelled in three years, more or less.

He remembers the day clearly, how the viridian sweater ended up in his possession—well, it was supposed to be returned, but.


It was a rather cold February. Cold, considering spring was just around the corner, but still. Fuji always believed he was made for cold weather—he's exceptionally good at winter sports, remember?—so that day he was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a light jacket when the seniors met up in a fast food restaurant just to relax a little from the pressure called exams.

Inside the restaurant, it wasn't that cold, but they had lost track of time chattering and it was dark already when they decided to go home. Once he stepped outside, Fuji regretted not wearing something warmer. But hey, he was a man—well, not yet but getting there—so he wasn't about to complain just because of the weather was a little cold.

Tezuka walked with him that day, out of habit, he figured, and just as always, they spent most of the walk in silence. That is, until Fuji sneezed. And again. And again.

Tezuka sighed.

'You've let your guard down.'

And then, a heavy material was dumped in his arms faster than he could say sorry.

He blinked at first, and then he asked if Tezuka would be alright without his sweater. He got a firm 'of course' as his answer.

The sweater was two to three sizes bigger than him; he was almost drowning in it.

At that time, he wondered why he was so small.

For some reason, he kept forgetting to return the sweater. Or rather, he didn't want to. Maybe because he liked the color. Maybe because the patterns were nice.

Or maybe because Tezuka was leaving.

Tezuka never asked for his sweater back, though.

Smiling, Fuji stands up and walks to his mirror, bringing the sweater with him. The packing could wait for a little longer; his newly rented room wouldn't go anywhere. He stares at the sweater for a second before trying it on.

Then, he looks at the mirror, and hey, he has grown into the sweater nicely. He isn't drowning in it anymore. He's grown to Tezuka's size three years ago.

Well, he figures Tezuka would be bigger by now, though.

He stares at his reflection in the mirror, at his layered, shoulder-length hair and his slightly sharpened features. He looks more like a man now.

He wonders what Tezuka would think if he sees him now.

Now that he thinks about it, he misses Tezuka. When was the last time he sent an email? Two years ago? Why did they stop contacting each other?

Because, of course, school is evil. It gets people too busy for their own good.

Smiling, Fuji reaches for his cell phone on the bedside table and takes a picture of himself with the phone's camera. Satisfied with the result, he then proceeds to compose a picture message. He's sure Tezuka hasn't changed his number, that's just how he is.

He sends Tezuka his picture wearing the former's sweater with a short accompanying message, 'Hey Tezuka, how have you been? By the way, I've grown bigger, see?'

He wonders how Tezuka would react, getting that kind of message after not being in contact for quite some time.

Fuji chuckles imagining Tezuka's frown.

Not long after, his cell phone rings a message alert, and he immediately checks the incoming text message.

It's from Tezuka.

'I'm still bigger than you. Can I call?'

Fuji smiles.