[PoT] Sundays, PG, Fluff, Oishi/Eiji

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Emi's birthday.
08.12.2005


4. sundays; Golden Pair, tenipuri, pg
Oishi’s birthday fell on a Sunday this year and Eiji was giddy with the possibilities it left. No school, no practice, to hinder any plans they could make—Eiji could have Oishi to himself the entire day! It would be the best birthday ever, Eiji was positive, because he was going to make sure it was so. It would be so unforgettable that Oishi would wish his birthday fell on a Sunday every year.

So Eiji schemed and Eiji planned and Eiji even consulted Tezuka, as Oishi’s best friend (other than Eiji, of course), for outing and gift ideas, and met with Oishi’s family to work out a schedule that would allow them all to take a part in celebrating Oishi’s big day. It was hard work, but Eiji was focused and determined, and if only Oishi could have seen him, he would’ve been flattered, and wished that his doubles partner put forth this much effort towards school.

But on Friday, Oishi showed up at school with a cough that wouldn’t leave by afternoon practice. Eiji fretted and mothered and offered his doubles partner water and worried looks often enough to make Oishi proud, had he not been trying to play down his mild sickness. But Saturday, Oishi didn’t show up for school at all, and a frantic Eiji was late to his first period after calling his doubles partner and receiving the terrible news that Oishi had gotten a fever the night before.

“Sorry, Eiji,” Oishi had murmured into the phone, sounding exhausted and not at all like himself. “I know you had plans for tomorrow but—“ here he had to break off to cough, “—I don’t think I’ll be able to go.” His tone had been a little sheepish and heavily regretful, because he’d known better than anyone, despite Eiji’s concerted attempts at hiding it, just how much work Eiji had put into that one special day.

Eiji was crestfallen. “Oishi, nya,” he said disconsolately when he visited after school. “I wish you weren’t sick.”

“Me too,” sighed Oishi, turning on his side to face the redhead seated beside his bed. “You had so much planned and now that’s all ruined. I’m really sorry, Eiji.”

There was a moment as Eiji blinked, and then he said, “Don’t be so stupid, Oishi! I still get to spend your birthday with you, that’s what’s important. It just sucks for you to be sick on your birthday, nya?” He patted Oishi’s sweat-dampened hair and grinned. “But no worries! Nurse Eiji will have you better in no time! We can just postpone the party and make everyone give you their gifts next week.”

Oishi looked at him for awhile then smiled, softly. “Thank you, Eiji.” Then he added, worry creasing his brow, “But I don’t want to make you sick either. You really ought to go home. I’m still contagious and it’d be terrible if we both got sick.”

Eiji laughed. “I won’t get sick! Oishi germs like me too much!”

The typical Eiji response brought a smile to Oishi’s face before he thought about it and realized that it didn’t make any sense at all. But then he chuckled and rolled onto his back, content to listen to his doubles partner excitedly recount the day, with an occasional reprimand for Oishi to drink more water, and he thought that in the end, he might be having a rather happy birthday after all.

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The fluff, the fluff—god I love Golden Pair. No, Eiji’s logic is not supposed to make sense. Leave me alone.