"Fuji Syuusuke." he says, offering out hand to shake. "My grandmother knows your grandfather."
"Fuji..." Tezuka mumbles thoughtfully as he holds his hand out in return. Fuji takes it up and shakes, squeezing a little too tightly. Tezuka blinks, and looks down at his fingers throbbing pleasantly.
"You don't need your glasses, do you." Fuji says, and it's not phrased as a question. "I know what you're hiding."
He leaves then, and Tezuka does not so much as see him, let alone speak to him again, for almost eight weeks.
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"Fuji Syuusuke." he says, offering out hand to shake. "My grandmother knows your grandfather."
"Fuji..." Tezuka mumbles thoughtfully as he holds his hand out in return. Fuji takes it up and shakes, squeezing a little too tightly. Tezuka blinks, and looks down at his fingers throbbing pleasantly.
"You don't need your glasses, do you." Fuji says, and it's not phrased as a question. "I know what you're hiding."
He leaves then, and Tezuka does not so much as see him, let alone speak to him again, for almost eight weeks.
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