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I don't know about this one, but I'm hungry and I need to go eat before work! So I'm posting it now, hopefully I won't look at it when I get home and go 'Augh!', that would be embarrassing.

Prince of Tennis
Tezuka/Fuji
prompt: a naruto keychain

Tezuka only ever loaned Fuji the keys to the clubroom once.

He probably shouldn't have done it at all. Tezuka was not and had never been stupid, and he'd known Fuji long enough to be aware that the odds on something strange happening were rather large. But Oishi was out sick and Tezuka had a doctor's appointment immediately after practice, so he wouldn't be able to lock up. He left it in Fuji's hands, deciding that whatever other nefarious schemes Fuji had, he would make sure nothing got stolen or broken. That just wasn't Fuji's style, after all.

And he was right. Nothing was stolen, nothing was broken. Actually, everything was in perfect order, except for one little thing.

Tezuka was not one to watch cartoons often, not even ones that were so popular. He would rather play tennis, or fish, or organize his room. But he recognized the bright, garish plastic character nonetheless.

He looked at Fuji, who had just placed the key back in his hand - holding on a little longer than necessary, of course, but Tezuka didn't mind, there was no one around - and was now smiling at him as if Fuji hadn't a care in the world.

"Thank you," Tezuka said, as sincerely as he could.

Fuji blinked. His smile didn't waver, but Tezuka thought he could detect a bit of confusion. "Your old keychain was so boring, I thought you might like this one better."

"I do." Tezuka allowed a hint of a smile to escape. "Thank you for going to such trouble."

"Ah, I just can't surprise you anymore, can I..." Fuji answered Tezuka's smile with his own, shaking his head softly.

Slipping the key and its new keychain into his pocket, Tezuka stepped forward and slid his arm around Fuji's waist, drawing him closer. "I know your ways."

"But you gave me the key anyway, you're very brave." Fuji looked liked he'd contemplated a number of different Fujiesque acts, and had settled on a very small one.

"I didn't say I minded, Fuji." And it was true. If Tezuka had really minded Fuji's strange sense of humor and tendency to indulge it at the most inconvenient times, he'd never have allowed himself to get this close to the other boy. Literally or metaphorically.

Fuji's smile softened a little, and he pressed a kiss to Tezuka's cheek. "Does that mean no laps?" he teased.

"Over a keychain... not this time." Tezuka's smile was gone, but his good mood hadn't faded. There would be no one for at least a few more minutes - and he liked seeing that genuine smile from Fuji. He hadn't moved his arm, and now he pulled Fuji closer again, bending his head to meet those soft lips.

They shouldn't make out right outside the clubroom, even well before classes, but apparently Fuji was a very bad influence. Tezuka still didn't mind.