Little Kunimitsu was happy. He'd been the first one in his class to memorize all the hiragana and katakana, and had received a special gold star sticker as a reward. It sparkled whenever it caught the light just right, and he carefully affixed it onto his notebook, where he could look at it always.

But that wasn't what made him most happy.

What made him most happy was how proud the star made his Grandfather. "That's my boy," the older gentleman had said, and then he took Kunimitsu out to buy him candy, and to the park.

Kunimitsu didn't play with the other kids though. He liked going to the park to watch the teenagers play tennis. Silently he watched the balls travel back and forth across the courts, while his Grandfather struck up conversation with another parent nearby. Watching tennis while eating his candy made Kunimitsu very happy.

"Hey you!"

Kunimitsu looked to another boy who was trying to get his attention. This boy was his age, with hair much neater than Kunimitsu's own mussed brown locks, and had a mole under his right eye. "What?" he responded simply.

"Why do you wear those glasses?" the boy asked.

"... So I can see."

"Father says people who wear glasses are flawed."

Kunimitsu blinked at the strange boy. "I'm not flawed."

They boy smirked at him, then pointed at his hands. "Give me your candy."

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so."

"My Grandfather gave me this candy."

The boy looked at him like that was a completely unacceptable answer.

Little Keigo was getting perturbed. People always did what he told them - his butler and all the servants and even his classmates - so why did this boy fail to understand? He didn't look stupid, even if he was flawed. And it wasn't a hard or unreasonable request.

"You're supposed to give it to me." Perhaps that would clear things up.

"No."

Keigo frowned.

"I knew you would be into mischief." Keigo's Father had approached, walking alongside an older man with messy hair and cheaper clothes.

"Father, this boy won't share his candy."

The older man stood by the other boy, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Is this true, Kunimitsu?"

"He didn't say 'please', Grandpa."

"Keigo," his father gave him a stern look. "If you want something you have to ask for it nicely."

Keigo frowned at the other boy. "I didn't want any anyway." Then he turned and walked away. The two adults shrugged at each other, then his Father followed.

But he distinctly heard the old man saying "Don't pay attention to him, Kunimitsu."

"Are you paying attention to me, Kunimitsu?"

Tezuka broke out of his reverie, and looked over at his lover. The man of his dreams, with perfectly neat hair, and a mole under his right eye. "What?"

Atobe held up a bag. "I bought you your favorite candy," he said, then tossed the bag to Tezuka, who caught it.

"I haven't had these in a long time." He had already opened the bag and was starting to eat a piece.

"I know," Atobe replied as he took off his jacket and shoes. "I thought of you when I saw them." He crossed over to where Tezuka sat on the floor, sitting down next to him. And he smiled at his lover. "May I have a piece?"

Tezuka leaned over and kissed Atobe on the lips. Then he opened up, pushing the candy he'd been sucking on into the other's mouth. After he pulled back, he licked his lips, enjoying the remaining sweet taste of both the candy and his lover.

Atobe half-grinned, then chewed the candy silently.

"Keigo," Tezuka spoke after a moment, then continued when Atobe raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Did you ever go to the public park when you were a kid?"

"Hmm?" Atobe gave a confused look, then turned his eyes skyward in thought. "I suppose so, a couple times. I don't really remember." He looked back at Tezuka. "Why?"

But Tezuka just shook his head. "No reason."

He kept the memory to himself, as they ate the sweet candy together.