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Tenipuri ficlet.
Untitled, unbeta'd septidrabble, dubbed Circle by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookshop (after being spontaneously spewed into a comment box and posted anon in the latest meme in a fit of zomgfirstTenipurificwhatifeverybodyhaaaaaatesit wibbling). Reposted here by request.
I will weep happy tears of joy for any concrit, and if there are any communities I should be cross-posting this to, please let me know?
Title: Untitled / Circle
Pairing: TezuRyo. Sort of.
Rating: very, very G. PG if math scares you like it does me.
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When they print Echizen's picture, no bigger than the pad of Tezuka's thumb, there's a wide margin of glossy white all around it. It makes the short column look misaligned, and untidy. A young man to keep an eye on in the upcoming regionals, the small letters proclaim. If nothing else, Tezuka is vaguely satisfied about being proved right. He's watched Echizen. He's not so generous as to think that Monthly Tennis has matched his conclusions on two counts, however - that the extra space around Echizen's small, grainy portrait is anything but a typesetting error.
The new freshman never seems to walk with his classmates, always a step behind or a few ahead, racquet over his shoulder like it's between himself and the rest of the world. He eats on his own, as well - or tries to, at any rate. Sometimes, he even manages. He'd probably do half the training exercises by himself, Tezuka thinks, if only he could, alone inside a circle maybe the width of the reach of those thin arms.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might be worried about Echizen's social tendencies. That's not what bothers him, though.
Things seem to improve - that circle seems to lessen a bit in size. He's studying one evening when he looks out the classroom window and sees Echizen standing in a spotlight that seems about the size of it. Then the rest of the floodlights flicker on, and Momo bounces onto the court, trailed by a pair of hapless second-year friends. They practice doubles for a while; it's dire. Once, Echizen and Momo run right into each other, and land in a tangle of limbs, one set strong, the other fine, and bird-like. They nearly break each other's noses.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might crack a smile, at that. He turns back to his math.
The figure shows a fixed circle C1 with equation
(x-1)2 + y2 = 1
and a shrinking circle C2 with radius r and center (0, 0). The equation for C2 is:
x2 + y2 = r2
P is the point (0, r), Q is the upper point of intersection of the two circles, and T is the x-intercept of the line PQ. What happens to T as C2 shrinks, i.e., as r → 0?
Tezuka is not consulted when Ryuzaki-sensei draws up the team's listings for the district preliminaries. He doesn't ask why, exactly, but Ryuzaki-sensei tells him anyway; he'd looked preoccupied, these past few days. She means my arm, Tezuka thinks. Echizen and Momo are paired together for Doubles 1. They volunteered.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might be horrified. He doesn't say anything.
Don't think too hard, Tezuka. It's better to relax. Ryuzaki-sensei thinks he is nervous. I understand, he replies. He is tense, after a fashion. He is watching. They do... well, at first. Gyokurin's Izumi-Fukawa pair is strong, but not as strong as they might be. Of course, there's the matter of Echizen and Momo running about the court shouting AH! and UN!, but Tezuka is Tezuka; he doesn't seem fazed. They help them work together, those sounds. And Echizen seems - not pleased, exactly, but less disgruntled to be sharing that circle with someone else. Tezuka almost does crack a smile at that, small and private.
If he were anyone else, he would have.
It starts to go pear-shaped, eventually. Inui points it out; their circles overlap. Tezuka, (Ryuzaki-sensei) you think I made a mistake in arranging the players? He answers honestly, Yes. It's true, technically. It was not, strictly speaking, a good tactical decision; Echizen would have done well on his own in Singles 3. Tezuka ought, perhaps, to have said something. But he had not. And the why is in the back-and-forth, the long moment Echizen and Momo spend almost eye-to-eye, 0-15 into the fourth game. Echizen's eyes flash, from beneath his untidy black hair.
Tezuka's palms itch. He brushes his fingernails along them, wishes he were playing, and folds his arms again. The scrape of graphite against clay makes him look back up.
There's a line down the center of the court.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka - .
Well.
bookshop (after being spontaneously spewed into a comment box and posted anon in the latest meme in a fit of zomgfirstTenipurificwhatifeverybodyhaaaaaatesit wibbling). Reposted here by request.I will weep happy tears of joy for any concrit, and if there are any communities I should be cross-posting this to, please let me know?
Title: Untitled / Circle
Pairing: TezuRyo. Sort of.
Rating: very, very G. PG if math scares you like it does me.
**************
When they print Echizen's picture, no bigger than the pad of Tezuka's thumb, there's a wide margin of glossy white all around it. It makes the short column look misaligned, and untidy. A young man to keep an eye on in the upcoming regionals, the small letters proclaim. If nothing else, Tezuka is vaguely satisfied about being proved right. He's watched Echizen. He's not so generous as to think that Monthly Tennis has matched his conclusions on two counts, however - that the extra space around Echizen's small, grainy portrait is anything but a typesetting error.
The new freshman never seems to walk with his classmates, always a step behind or a few ahead, racquet over his shoulder like it's between himself and the rest of the world. He eats on his own, as well - or tries to, at any rate. Sometimes, he even manages. He'd probably do half the training exercises by himself, Tezuka thinks, if only he could, alone inside a circle maybe the width of the reach of those thin arms.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might be worried about Echizen's social tendencies. That's not what bothers him, though.
Things seem to improve - that circle seems to lessen a bit in size. He's studying one evening when he looks out the classroom window and sees Echizen standing in a spotlight that seems about the size of it. Then the rest of the floodlights flicker on, and Momo bounces onto the court, trailed by a pair of hapless second-year friends. They practice doubles for a while; it's dire. Once, Echizen and Momo run right into each other, and land in a tangle of limbs, one set strong, the other fine, and bird-like. They nearly break each other's noses.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might crack a smile, at that. He turns back to his math.
(x-1)2 + y2 = 1
and a shrinking circle C2 with radius r and center (0, 0). The equation for C2 is:
x2 + y2 = r2
P is the point (0, r), Q is the upper point of intersection of the two circles, and T is the x-intercept of the line PQ. What happens to T as C2 shrinks, i.e., as r → 0?
Tezuka is not consulted when Ryuzaki-sensei draws up the team's listings for the district preliminaries. He doesn't ask why, exactly, but Ryuzaki-sensei tells him anyway; he'd looked preoccupied, these past few days. She means my arm, Tezuka thinks. Echizen and Momo are paired together for Doubles 1. They volunteered.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka, he might be horrified. He doesn't say anything.
Don't think too hard, Tezuka. It's better to relax. Ryuzaki-sensei thinks he is nervous. I understand, he replies. He is tense, after a fashion. He is watching. They do... well, at first. Gyokurin's Izumi-Fukawa pair is strong, but not as strong as they might be. Of course, there's the matter of Echizen and Momo running about the court shouting AH! and UN!, but Tezuka is Tezuka; he doesn't seem fazed. They help them work together, those sounds. And Echizen seems - not pleased, exactly, but less disgruntled to be sharing that circle with someone else. Tezuka almost does crack a smile at that, small and private.
If he were anyone else, he would have.
It starts to go pear-shaped, eventually. Inui points it out; their circles overlap. Tezuka, (Ryuzaki-sensei) you think I made a mistake in arranging the players? He answers honestly, Yes. It's true, technically. It was not, strictly speaking, a good tactical decision; Echizen would have done well on his own in Singles 3. Tezuka ought, perhaps, to have said something. But he had not. And the why is in the back-and-forth, the long moment Echizen and Momo spend almost eye-to-eye, 0-15 into the fourth game. Echizen's eyes flash, from beneath his untidy black hair.
Tezuka's palms itch. He brushes his fingernails along them, wishes he were playing, and folds his arms again. The scrape of graphite against clay makes him look back up.
There's a line down the center of the court.
If Tezuka were anyone but Tezuka - .
Well.
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This is slightly OT, and I feel a little silly, but I took one look at your LJ header and a TezuRyo drabble popped into my head. :( I have given up trying to figure out why PoT does this to me (I get fic ideas through toothpaste, now, too, apparently), but, well: Photographs. Sorry. :(
(Also, being further OT, but you're from Ireland too! Wow! I got all excited. :D Though I'm in Cork, myself.)
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I thought I was the only one on this landmass that liked PoT. :D! I always get unreasonably excited when I find Irish fandomers. I am all YESSSS. SOLIDARITY.
ANYWAY, I am off to comment on the drabble now. :(( Park benches are bittersweet love.
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I found two people in HP going to the same college as me a few months ago. I only knew them through a friend of a friend online, but it was very, very strange. Hahaha.
I got all sad writing that drabble. I had writing angst for TezyRyo unless there's a proper happy ending. :(