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To Em; To Em; February prompt number 18
Fuji/Eiji - Loss
They're so fluffy <3. There would have been more, but it also would've fitted with one of those fics I've never finished, so I decided just to work on that now ;) 265 Words.
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It began again every time Eiji broke up with another girl; another false start wherein Eiji would tremble and pout, minimally holding it in until everyone else had left, throwing himself at Fuji and making strangled noises that sounded a little like crying.
The excuse was always different, but the meaning was always the same; it had been all Eiji's fault.
The only one who didn't seem to realise he was sabotaging his own relationships slowly but surely one by one, was Eiji himself.
He would curl up in Fuji's lap, cling to Fuji's shirt and whine pathetically. It wasn't really his fault, there had just been another mistake, an accident. He had friends, too, he had hobbies. He couldn't just stop seeing people, or forget tennis practice just so they could leave school together on time. Tezuka-buchou would kill him.
Fuji would nod along, wrapping his arms firmly around Eiji, knowing in his head that Eiji tended to choose the clingy type so that she would get easily irritated by his normal lifestyle. If a stray tear slipped down Eiji's cheek, he would wipe it away without a word. He would tuck Eiji's head under his chin until he stopped talking and his breathing fell in time with Fuji's heartbeat.
When Eiji decided it was time to pick himself up and try again, he would squirm to get away, but Fuji would always manage to press a kiss to his forehead before letting Eiji go.
It began long before anyone would have believed; before Eiji even discovered he liked boys better than girls.
Fuji/Eiji - Loss
They're so fluffy <3. There would have been more, but it also would've fitted with one of those fics I've never finished, so I decided just to work on that now ;) 265 Words.
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It began again every time Eiji broke up with another girl; another false start wherein Eiji would tremble and pout, minimally holding it in until everyone else had left, throwing himself at Fuji and making strangled noises that sounded a little like crying.
The excuse was always different, but the meaning was always the same; it had been all Eiji's fault.
The only one who didn't seem to realise he was sabotaging his own relationships slowly but surely one by one, was Eiji himself.
He would curl up in Fuji's lap, cling to Fuji's shirt and whine pathetically. It wasn't really his fault, there had just been another mistake, an accident. He had friends, too, he had hobbies. He couldn't just stop seeing people, or forget tennis practice just so they could leave school together on time. Tezuka-buchou would kill him.
Fuji would nod along, wrapping his arms firmly around Eiji, knowing in his head that Eiji tended to choose the clingy type so that she would get easily irritated by his normal lifestyle. If a stray tear slipped down Eiji's cheek, he would wipe it away without a word. He would tuck Eiji's head under his chin until he stopped talking and his breathing fell in time with Fuji's heartbeat.
When Eiji decided it was time to pick himself up and try again, he would squirm to get away, but Fuji would always manage to press a kiss to his forehead before letting Eiji go.
It began long before anyone would have believed; before Eiji even discovered he liked boys better than girls.
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