Haruka's Fanfiction

It had been a long, hard game. Both Tezuka and Atobe were exhausted and sore, but in Tezuka's case, his shoulder was also on fire. He hadn't felt pain like this since the original injury had been done and he was close to the breaking point.

He glanced over at the stands were Fuji stood watching him. His usual smile was long gone and in its place his pretty features were drawn with worry. The moment their eyes met and Fuji's lips formed his name and a whisper, Tezuka resolved to finish this to the end.

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Later, after it was over and Atobe had won, Tezuka was in the locker room putting his racquet away when a pair of slender arms slipped around him from
behind.

"You did wonderfully."

"I still lost."

"Ryoma will come through, don't worry. You were injured and Atobe took advantage of that."

"I encouraged him."

"I know. You wouldn't be you if you hadn't." Fuji moved around to face him. "I love you for your bravery and determination, but now I'm worried about you. May we please go to the doctor and get your arm checked?"

Tezuka put his hands on Fuji's shoulders. "You know me better than anyone — do you really think I can leave until it's all over?"

Fuji sighed helplessly and smiled. "Of course not. I shouldn't even have suggested it. Forgive me."

Tezuka tipped the smaller boy's chin up so he could meet the azure eyes with his own. "How can I blame you for being concerned about me?"

Their lips touched and lingered. Tezuka pulled Fuji into his arms for a reassuring hug, ignoring the pain it caused his shoulder. Some things were worth any amount of suffering.