It's around the third time a gaming session ends with Riku's hands down his pants on Gorou's couch that Daisuke thinks maybe they should just...start having them in his apartment. At the very least, that won't result in any really awkward conversations, unless his sister somehow shows up without telling him.
He doesn't really realize that those afternoons start becoming weekends start becoming a few nights until the morning he just automatically makes Riku's standard cup of sugary-monstrosity-plus-coffee and hands it over before he's really even awake. He gets half a moment to wonder 'wait, just when did that happen?' before she looks up, smiles and reminds him he really does need to put on pants before going to work, Katagiri-kun.
And then he doesn't think about it again until she has to go back to Hokkaido for a few days (something about having to be present at a hearing for her mother; Riku doesn't talk about her mother without prompting and Daisuke never asks her). All of a sudden, things are off balance, and it takes him too long to figure out. It all ends up with him staring blanking somewhere about six inches behind the tv and being annoyingly unable to focus, even though he really is frustrated, and he hasn't really been this agitated since...
He closes his eyes and heaves an irritated sigh--he doesn't want to think about that time, not at all. When he does finally manage to focus, along mental images of slender legs and a devil's smirk, he still feels a little restless. He can't help but wonder why, but then Riku comes back and it hits him like a ton of bricks square in the face.
Kind of like Takako punched him, really.
She's sprawled over top of him because he happened to have been on the couch for more than fifteen seconds, crankily muttering about errors in textbooks in a way that means she's actually upset about something completely different but doesn't want to talk about, and he's just so happy she's back that he skips over the realization that he's come to take Riku's presence here for granted and straight to the fact that he actually does really really like her, more than like, enough more that he should have figured that out back when she'd tied him to his own desk and he didn't complain.
In the face of that, there's really only one thing he can do. Daisuke turns bright red, manages to excuse himself to the bathroom, and locks himself in there for an hour to call his sister.
He doesn't really realize that those afternoons start becoming weekends start becoming a few nights until the morning he just automatically makes Riku's standard cup of sugary-monstrosity-plus-coffee and hands it over before he's really even awake. He gets half a moment to wonder 'wait, just when did that happen?' before she looks up, smiles and reminds him he really does need to put on pants before going to work, Katagiri-kun.
And then he doesn't think about it again until she has to go back to Hokkaido for a few days (something about having to be present at a hearing for her mother; Riku doesn't talk about her mother without prompting and Daisuke never asks her). All of a sudden, things are off balance, and it takes him too long to figure out. It all ends up with him staring blanking somewhere about six inches behind the tv and being annoyingly unable to focus, even though he really is frustrated, and he hasn't really been this agitated since...
He closes his eyes and heaves an irritated sigh--he doesn't want to think about that time, not at all. When he does finally manage to focus, along mental images of slender legs and a devil's smirk, he still feels a little restless. He can't help but wonder why, but then Riku comes back and it hits him like a ton of bricks square in the face.
Kind of like Takako punched him, really.
She's sprawled over top of him because he happened to have been on the couch for more than fifteen seconds, crankily muttering about errors in textbooks in a way that means she's actually upset about something completely different but doesn't want to talk about, and he's just so happy she's back that he skips over the realization that he's come to take Riku's presence here for granted and straight to the fact that he actually does really really like her, more than like, enough more that he should have figured that out back when she'd tied him to his own desk and he didn't complain.
In the face of that, there's really only one thing he can do. Daisuke turns bright red, manages to excuse himself to the bathroom, and locks himself in there for an hour to call his sister.
He's never been very good at this.
Reply
Leave a comment