“It was this or tomato juice,” Tezuka muttered as he took back the half-empty thermos, knowing better than to insist Atobe finish. He hadn’t thought Atobe was even going to concede to a single sip, so downing an entire cup without complaint was testament to just how sick the other boy really was. Tezuka wasn’t about to pile on any more misery than necessary.
They stood in silence for another stretch of time as he and Atobe watched the Hyoutei tennis team run through drills. Then, after a second round of hacking that Tezuka helped by pounding Atobe on the back until he held up his hand to signal he’s had enough, they finally left the courts to the club members. Atobe was still sniffling a bit, but managed to keep himself upright as they walked off. It wasn’t until he entered the club room that he gave into his body’s demands and promptly fell into the nearest sofa, moaning piteously.
“I hate being sick.”
“Then stop making things worse and stay home,” Tezuka admonished as he began packing up Atobe’s things. Briefly, Tezuka took a moment to be disturbed by the realization that he knew Atobe’s wardrobe well enough to pick it out from the mess that was Hyoutei’s tennis team club house, but then was distracted immediately by Atobe’s coughing.
“Are you going to walk me home?” Atobe was rasping, his voice having gotten much worse now that he was horizontal.
“I called your chauffer,” Tezuka told him in lieu of an answer. At Atobe’s scowl, he explained, “I still have a team to run and I’m not neglecting my responsibilities just because you can’t be bothered to take care of yourself.”
“Then why come at all?” Atobe moaned at him even as he took the packed bag from Tezuka’s hand.
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Re: Have some ZukaBe, I hope you feel better ;_;
Date: 2011-11-26 09:49 pm (UTC)“It was this or tomato juice,” Tezuka muttered as he took back the half-empty thermos, knowing better than to insist Atobe finish. He hadn’t thought Atobe was even going to concede to a single sip, so downing an entire cup without complaint was testament to just how sick the other boy really was. Tezuka wasn’t about to pile on any more misery than necessary.
They stood in silence for another stretch of time as he and Atobe watched the Hyoutei tennis team run through drills. Then, after a second round of hacking that Tezuka helped by pounding Atobe on the back until he held up his hand to signal he’s had enough, they finally left the courts to the club members. Atobe was still sniffling a bit, but managed to keep himself upright as they walked off. It wasn’t until he entered the club room that he gave into his body’s demands and promptly fell into the nearest sofa, moaning piteously.
“I hate being sick.”
“Then stop making things worse and stay home,” Tezuka admonished as he began packing up Atobe’s things. Briefly, Tezuka took a moment to be disturbed by the realization that he knew Atobe’s wardrobe well enough to pick it out from the mess that was Hyoutei’s tennis team club house, but then was distracted immediately by Atobe’s coughing.
“Are you going to walk me home?” Atobe was rasping, his voice having gotten much worse now that he was horizontal.
“I called your chauffer,” Tezuka told him in lieu of an answer. At Atobe’s scowl, he explained, “I still have a team to run and I’m not neglecting my responsibilities just because you can’t be bothered to take care of yourself.”
“Then why come at all?” Atobe moaned at him even as he took the packed bag from Tezuka’s hand.
“Because I care.”