1 Overtime - Chapter 1

A tuft of brown hair peeked out from under the covers as the being began to stir. A groan was heard then a hand was feeling across the nightstand for the blasted alarm clock that was still ringing. The unidentified hand disappeared once again under the covers and there was no sign of life except for the slow rise and fall of the comforter. A moment later the very same comforter was thrown to the floor and a loud grunt was heard. A very sleepy looking Tezuka greeted the world as he sat up in bed with a frown etched on his face. Slender fingers ran themselves through messy brown locks then ruffled his own hair. He moved towards the night stand again and picked up his glasses and put them on. On wobbly legs, the ex-buchou dragged himself into the bathroom and a moment later the shower was heard.

The tall man reappeared again, bangs dripping wet and partially falling into his eyes. A towel was draped around his slim waist as he made a bee line into the kitchen and straight for the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup. He sighed softly, savoring the warm bitter liquid making it's way down his throat. Taking his place at the kitchen counter, he cursed himself for forgetting to pick up the morning paper from his doorstep while walking to the kitchen. Shaking his head in disapproval at himself, he quickly finished his mug of coffee and threw it into the sink; he would wash up later.

The sound of the doorbell was heard, interrupting his thoughts. Again a frown appeared on those sharp features as he looked at the clock.

7.15 am.

He hoped that if he ignored it, the person on the other side of the door might leave but he had no such luck. In fact, the person seemed rather impatient and held the doorbell button down so that an annoying buzzing sound was heard. Grinding his teeth, Tezuka could feel his anger bubbling and was trying his best to hold his tongue. He had half the mind to give a good telling off to this unwanted guest, especially for intruding so early in the morning. However, the moment he opened the door, his tummy made involuntary flip flops as he gazed at a familiar smiling face.

"Fuji." The name escaped Tezuka before he could think.

"Ohayo, Tezuka." The smiling tensai greeted his ex-captain and let out a slight chuckle as he glanced at Tezuka, clad in only his bath towel.

The smaller man stepped past Tezuka and entered the apartment, pushing something into the bestacled man's hands. He looked down at the firm object only to see it was his newspaper neatly rolled up.

"I hope I'm not intruding on your time with yourself." A smirk accompanied the statement as the tensai gave a one up to his colleague then laughed when Tezuka blushed and tried to cover himself up, but it's not as though Fuji hadn't seen him like this before. Besides, they used to change in the locker room back in school. There was not much he hadn't seen, that is if not all.

"Fuji, what brings you to disturb my peaceful morning this early today?" Kunimitsu set the newspaper down on the counter then went to pour his guest a cup of coffee, not that he had asked if Fuji had wanted one or not.

"I just thought it would be nice if we could go have breakfast together before heading in." The fair haired man cocked his head to one side knowing the taller man could not resist that look when thrown his way. Fuji might act blur at times but there was nothing he missed. He knew the pent up feelings Tezuka had for him. Whether he wanted to admit them or not was another thing entirely but he liked toying with the brown haired man anyhow. It was just one of the many games he played with Tezuka.

"Fine. Let me get ready and we can go", Tezuka gave in after a moment of standing there as though really contemplating the question though Fuji knew he'd agree even before he popped the question.

The taller man made his way into the bedroom and pushed the door close with barely enough strength to close it, allowing a small gap for Fuji to look through while Tezuka threw on a fresh white striped dress shirt and a pair of blue slacks. He sprayed a little cologne before looking himself in the mirror and combing his hair into place. Fuji chuckled as he watched the spectacled man prim himself; it was not like Kunimitsu at all, or perhaps not something you would expect him to do. In a few minutes, Tezuka had joined the sapphire eyed man in the living room with his briefcase in hand, motioning to the door for them to leave the apartment.

Cocking his head to one side, Syuusuke opened his usually shielded eyes and with a serious expression on his face said,"Kunimitsu, you look good." That was followed by a smile and he quickly went ahead of Tezuka with a grin on his face, knowing full well the brown haired man's face was stained pink. Tezuka pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, a habit of his whenever he was nervous. It was almost cute to see the ex-buchou affected by him, the things he said and the things he did. It somewhat satisfied the smaller man.

The subway was beginning to pile in with people on their way to school and work. The usual rush hour. Unfortunately, the two men had failed to find seats on the train as was expected and had to stand the entire journey. Not that either of them minded as Fuji's back was pressed against Tezuka's chest that he could feel the faint breath of the taller man on his neck as well as feel the slight quicken of his heartbeat when the train made it's sudden stops making Fuji fall against Tezuka for support. Fuji would allow himself to stay pressed against Tezuka, just a little while longer than necessary. Not able to see Fuji's face, Tezuka would surely be furious if he could see the amused grin that the sapphire eyed man had plastered onto his face.