It was unexpectedly cold, Eiji thought as he walked to school. He had been up too late the night before studying, and so he had gone through his morning routine only half awake. It wasn't until he had left and locked the door behind himself that he noticed the frost covering the ground.
He shivered and reached into his pockets for his gloves, but his hands found nothing other than a few old scraps of paper and some spare change. Frowning, he tried again, then rummaged through his tennis bag, his school bag, even his pants pockets. It wasn't until he was trying to reach his shirt pocket under his jacket that he remembered he had taken his gloves out the day before when he put his jacket in the wash, and he had apparently forgotten to put them back.
He briefly considered going back home for them, but he was already running late, and he absolutely didn't want to be late to morning practice—he still hadn't blocked out the taste of Inui Juice from the last time. So he shoved his hands under his arms and hurried to school as fast as he could. He had to spring the last half kilometer, and his fingers were stiff with cold by the time he arrived, but he made it just before the alarm buzzed and declared the morning a relative success.
He was fumbling with the zipper on his bag when someone came to stand behind him. "Morning, Oishi," he said without even bothering to look over his shoulder.
"Good morning, Eiji. Do you need a hand with that?"
"It's stuck," Eiji complained as he handed over his bag.
Oishi's hands brushed against his, and Oishi frowned. "More importantly, your hands are freezing!" he said. "What happened to your gloves?"
"I forgot them," Eiji replied, hoping he didn't sound as flustered as he felt. Oishi had taken his hands and was rapidly rubbing them in his own, and Eiji was certain he was going to turn as red as his fingers if it kept up much longer.
"You can't practice like this," Oishi said. "You'll drop your racket." Then, he lifted Eiji's fingers to his mouth and started breathing on them to warm them up faster, and Eiji knew it was too late; he had turned the color of his fingers.
"That tickles," he giggled.
"Hmmm, then what about this?" Oishi asked before kissing his fingertips. He squirmed and laughed as Oishi teased him with hot breath and the gentle press of lips against his hands.
They both froze when someone coughed in the doorway.
"Tezuka…Buchou…" Oishi stuttered, rapidly turning nearly as red as Eiji.
"We're about to start," Tezuka said stiffly.
"Ah, yes, we're ready," Oishi said, yanking open Eiji's bag and handing him his racket before rushing out the door after their captain.
Prince of Tennis, Eiji/Oishi, T
He shivered and reached into his pockets for his gloves, but his hands found nothing other than a few old scraps of paper and some spare change. Frowning, he tried again, then rummaged through his tennis bag, his school bag, even his pants pockets. It wasn't until he was trying to reach his shirt pocket under his jacket that he remembered he had taken his gloves out the day before when he put his jacket in the wash, and he had apparently forgotten to put them back.
He briefly considered going back home for them, but he was already running late, and he absolutely didn't want to be late to morning practice—he still hadn't blocked out the taste of Inui Juice from the last time. So he shoved his hands under his arms and hurried to school as fast as he could. He had to spring the last half kilometer, and his fingers were stiff with cold by the time he arrived, but he made it just before the alarm buzzed and declared the morning a relative success.
He was fumbling with the zipper on his bag when someone came to stand behind him. "Morning, Oishi," he said without even bothering to look over his shoulder.
"Good morning, Eiji. Do you need a hand with that?"
"It's stuck," Eiji complained as he handed over his bag.
Oishi's hands brushed against his, and Oishi frowned. "More importantly, your hands are freezing!" he said. "What happened to your gloves?"
"I forgot them," Eiji replied, hoping he didn't sound as flustered as he felt. Oishi had taken his hands and was rapidly rubbing them in his own, and Eiji was certain he was going to turn as red as his fingers if it kept up much longer.
"You can't practice like this," Oishi said. "You'll drop your racket." Then, he lifted Eiji's fingers to his mouth and started breathing on them to warm them up faster, and Eiji knew it was too late; he had turned the color of his fingers.
"That tickles," he giggled.
"Hmmm, then what about this?" Oishi asked before kissing his fingertips. He squirmed and laughed as Oishi teased him with hot breath and the gentle press of lips against his hands.
They both froze when someone coughed in the doorway.
"Tezuka…Buchou…" Oishi stuttered, rapidly turning nearly as red as Eiji.
"We're about to start," Tezuka said stiffly.
"Ah, yes, we're ready," Oishi said, yanking open Eiji's bag and handing him his racket before rushing out the door after their captain.