[Drabble/Ficlet] Batch #02 - Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Hikaru no Go, xxxHOLiC
Title: Mid-day Horror Story
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Atobe/Jirou, Shishido
Word Count: 604
Author's Notes: For nekokatechan, who wanted AtoJi.
There is something different about Jirou, and Atobe is unable to put his finger on it. It’s not a physical change; he has spent too long simply gazing at his teammate to not automatically discern something of that type, be it a hair cut to a new uniform. No. It was something else, and the other students seemed to sense it, too, if the wide berth they gave him was any indication.
Jirou is in front of him now, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and Atobe wonders if maybe what’s different is that Jirou hasn’t slept. Of course, he thinks as they begin walking toward the tennis courts together, that is ridiculous, because Jirou had been using him as a pillow the day before.
“Atobe,” Jirou says, and Atobe pauses. There is something about Jirou’s voice, and his inability to pinpoint it is starting to frustrate him.
“Yes, Jirou,” he replies, taking Jirou’s momentary silence to study the other boy’s features. This close, he can see that Jirou looks a little pale, and Atobe thinks that maybe his friend is sick.
“I’m hungry,” the blonde finally says, moving forward to rest his head on Atobe’s shoulder. “So hungry.”
Atobe glances around until he is satisfied that they are alone before wrapping one arm around Jirou’s waist. “Did you sleep through lunch?” he asks and makes a mental note to give Mukahi thirty extra laps. Atobe cannot be with Jirou every minute of the day, but Mukahi is in the same class. He should have woken Jirou up.
Jirou’s lips are cool against his neck, and Atobe wonders if maybe he has mistaken the type of hunger Jirou feels. “No, Gakuto woke me up and shared his lunch with me. I forgot mine again,” he says.
Somehow, Atobe is pressed up against the wall and Jirou’s hands are doing decidedly distracting things under his shirt. Jirou’s teeth graze his collarbone, and Atobe feels his breath catch in his throat. His fingers dig into Jirou’s side, and Jirou mewls softly and nips at the skin of his neck.
“Jirou,” he rasps. They will be late to practice if this continues, he knows, and this is high school, not middle school, and Atobe is not yet captain. He cannot afford to be late, not with Nationals a week away, but Jirou is making such wonderful sounds, and he knows that he cannot deny the boy in front of him anything.
“Atobe,” Jirou whispers before his neck before Atobe’s world explodes into a mirage of colors and sensations.
He isn’t aware of how long the feeling lasts, only that as he comes back to himself, Jirou is smiling contentedly in front of him, licking his lips. There is a smear of red on the corner of Jirou’s mouth, and he reaches a lethargic hand to wipe it away. Jirou catches his had he moves it away and sucks the liquid from his finger, taking care to keep their gazes locked.
There is a moment where neither of them speaks but it is shattered when Shishido appears, yelling for them to hurry or they’ll have to run extra laps.
It isn’t until Atobe is changing out of his practice jersey that he notices the two tiny puncture wounds in his neck. He sighs and buttons up his uniform shirt before walking over to where Jirou lay napping on the bench.
“Next time,” he whispers in Jirou’s ear, knowing full well that he is awake, “find Shishido to snack on.”
Jirou smiles at him, a mere upturning of lips, before whispering just as softly, “He doesn’t taste as good as Atobe.”
Title: As I Lay Me Down To Sleep
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Loveless
Characters/Pairings: Seimei, Ritsuka
Word Count: 290
Author's Notes: For fufuberrysoda, who wanted Loveless, despite the fact that I suck like a badly trained whore. ♥
Seimei watches quietly as Ritsuka climbs into bed with him and cuddles against his side. He says nothing, merely wraps his arms around his little brother, and places a kiss on the top of his head. Ritsuka will talk if he wants to talk, he knows, and is aware that pushing the issue will not be welcome.
It remains quiet, and Seimei is being lulled to sleep by Ritsuka’s heartbeat, steady and strong. He is almost completely out when Ritsuka speaks.
“Seimei,” he whispers, “are you asleep?”
Seimei blinks a few times before shifting to look at Ritsuka. “No,” he replies quietly, careful to keep the yawn out of his voice. “Is something wrong, Ritsuka?”
Ritsuka shakes his head, choosing to cuddle closer instead of answering. Seimei sighs softly and scratches the skin behind Ritsuka’s ears. Ritsuka makes a content sound against his chest.
Minutes stretch quietly between them again, and Seimei finds it hard to keep his eyes open.
“Do you still love me?” Ritsuka’s voice was muffled against the material of Seimei’s shirt, and his voice was barely above a sigh. Seimei almost missed the question completely.
“Of course,” he replies firmly. “You are my brother, Ritsuka. I’ll love you no matter what.”
Ritsuka looks up at him, eyes impossibly wide and shining with tears. Seimei leans forward and kisses Ritsuka softly on the nose. He pulls back in time to see Ritsuka’s face scrunch up cutely before Ritsuka leans forward to kiss Seimei on the cheek.
Ritsuka pulls back and buries his face in Seimei’s shirt again, and Seimei smiles. “Goodnight, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka says nothing, but arms wrap around his waist and Ritsuka is more relaxed. He is almost asleep when he hears Ritsuka’s quiet, “Goodnight, Seimei.”
Title: Truth Unraveling
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Waya, Isumi, Hikaru, Akira
Word Count: 394
Author's Notes: For ungalad, who wanted Isumi/Waya.
“I’m telling you,” Waya whispers, “they’re dating.”
Isumi shakes his head. “Waya, could you please concentrate on the game?” He motions down at the forgotten game.
Waya waves it away. “Come on, Isumi-san! Doesn’t it annoy you? I mean, we’re supposed to be Shindou’s friends, and he won’t even tell us he’s dating Touya!”
The last part of the sentence rises in pitch, and Isumi frantically gestures at Waya to calm down. “I’m sure Shindou-kun would tell us if there was something going on,” he placates. “Now, can we please finish the game?”
There is some grumbling from Waya before he picks up a stone and carelessly places it on the board, focusing his attention back on the two pros across the room.
“That was a careless move, Waya,” Isumi says because it’s expected, even though he knows that his opponent isn’t listening.
“Touya just touched Shindou’s hand!” Waya hisses. “How can you not know they’re dating?”
Isumi runs his fingers though his hair. “Waya,” he says, voice serious. “If Shindou-kun and Touya-san are dating, and I’m not saying they are,” he hastily adds as Waya turns a triumphant smile on him, “he will tell us when he’s ready.”
“But, Isumi-san!” Waya whines. “Just look at them! They’re… sickening! And obvious!”
Shindou turns to look at them and glares. Isumi notices that Touya’s cheeks are flushed, and he wonders if he’s feeling well. Shindou is standing now and walking across the room to their goban, and Waya is glaring back at Shindou. Isumi sighs and shakes his head; they’ll never finish their game at this rate.
“Oi, Waya!” Shindou hisses. “Shut. Up.”
“I will when you admit that you’re dating Touya,” Waya retorts.
Isumi smiles apologetically at Touya, who is staring at the goban intently. Isumi wonders if their game is that interesting and considers going over to look at it.
“What?” Shindou is screeching now, and Isumi thinks that maybe it is a good idea to fo over and look at Shindou and Touya’s game. “Are you insane? Besides, why would I tell you that when you won’t tell me that you and Isumi-san are dating?”
Isumi freezes and Touya looks up from the goban. “Shindou!” Touya admonishes.
Shindou looks back at Touya. “What? It’s true! I saw Waya kissing Isumi-san the other day!”
Isumi politely excuses himself and leaves, Touya right behind him.
Title: Declarations of Another Kind
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairings: Doumeki/Watanuki
Word Count: 1,017
Author's Notes: For themodestotter, who wanted Doumeki/Watanuki
“What exactly don’t you like about Doumeki-kun?”
The question echoes in his mind for weeks after, and he has still yet to come up with an answer. Had the question been posed at the beginning of their tenuous partnership, one that Watanuki is still very much against, he would have presented Yuuko with a list longer than he is tall.
Watanuki reaches a tentative hand up to his left eye, running a finger slowly over the lid. He catches a glimpse of burnished topaz in the reflection of the knife, a sight that is more familiar than it should be, considering the sixteen years he spent seeing two vivid blue ones.
He sighs and continues preparing the next day’s lunches. Doumeki has requested domburimono, and even though he does not take orders, he is preparing the meal anyway. He tells himself it is because domburimono is something he hasn’t had in a while, and he is content with the lie.
There are many things he does not like about Doumeki, he decides. After all, how can he like someone who steals Himawari’s attention from him? That in and of itself was cause for dislike.
He doesn’t like how Doumeki is good at everything he does. He knows how hard the other boy practices, but everything seems to come to him with such ease while Watanuki has to struggle with everything in order to be passable.
He can’t stand how Doumeki always saves him. He doesn’t need to be saved like some helpless woman every time a spirit threatens him. He has gotten along fine without the help before, but it seems that his companion either doesn’t understand that, or doesn’t care. Watanuki suspects the latter.
He doesn’t like the fact that Doumeki will sacrifice just about anything to keep him safe. There is no doubt in his mind that, were it required, Doumeki would sacrifice his own life to keep him alive.
The thought of losing Doumeki, he discovers, is what he dislikes the most. It scares him, and Watanuki does not like it. Granted, there are a complex myriad of emotions that Doumeki evokes in him that he doesn’t like, but fear is at the top of the list.
Watanuki carefully packs away their lunches in the bentou boxes and stores them in his tiny fridge. He leaves the kitchen and enters the front room. There isn’t anything to be done; his small apartment is tidy, his homework is done.
He glances at the small clock on the mantle. It reads half past eight.
Watanuki sighs. It is too early for him to retire to his room, and it is not like he can kill time watching television. He looks out the window and sees the faded colors of sunset. He decides to take a walk.
He leaves the apartment, careful to lock the door behind him, and picks a direction at random. There is no particular place he wishes to go, but as he looks around in the approaching twilight, the scenery mocks him. He knows this path very well. He sighs and continues on.
A few minutes later, the gate of the Doumeki family shrine appears. He hovers in front of the gate, unsure whether enter. A minute passes, and Watanuki decides to leave.
He is walking away when a familiar voice stops him. “Oi!”
Watanuki turns around, eyes narrow and fists clenched at his sides. “How many times to do I have to tell you? My name is not ‘oi!’” he spits.
Doumeki rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. “Does that woman have a job for us?” he asks, not bothering to acknowledge Watanuki’s statement..
Watanuki blinks. “No,” he says.
“Is there a spirit bothering you?”
“No,” Watanuki answers.
Doumeki frowns. “Then why are you here?” he inquires.
Watanuki feels his cheeks heat up. “I was just taking a walk,” he replies, fighting to keep his voice normal.
“Hn,” is Doumeki’s reply.
They stand there, staring at each other, before Watanuki starts to fidget. “I should get home,” he says to break the silence.
“You should,” Doumeki agrees.
“Well,” Watanuki begin, suddenly feeling awkward. “I’ll see you at school.”
Doumeki nods in agreement, and Watanuki turns and starts walking away. He hasn’t walked more than a meter when he feels someone fall into step beside him. He knows without turning that it is Doumeki.
“I don’t need an escort, you know,” he states because it is expected.
“I’m not missing lunch tomorrow because you got yourself eaten like an idiot,” Doumeki replies, following the script.
Watanuki makes an annoyed noise, but stays silent. This is another thing he doesn’t like about Doumeki, he decides. He doesn’t like how complacent, how willing to follow along with the same routine, his companion is. He wishes that Doumeki will speak, tell him what is on his mind, instead of saying things that are provoking and full of meaning that Watanuki doesn’t quite understand.
Doumeki’s arm brushes Watanuki’s, and the blush that had faded returns full force. Watanuki brushes his arm back against Doumeki’s deliberately. Doumeki seems to take this is a challenge and brushes against him again.
By the time they reach Watanuki’s apartment, the sides of their hands are touching. They walk up the stairs and stop in front of his door.
Something is keeping Watanuki from moving, and he wonders if Doumeki can move, or if it’s affecting them both.
“Well,” Watanuki speaks, “don’t expect me to thank you for walking me home.”
Doumeki’s mouth quirks in a tiny smile. “I changed my mind,” he says.
Watanuki blinks, confused. “Changed your mind about what?” he asks.
Doumeki is leaning in, and Watanuki’s back is against the door. Their lips are a mere millimeter apart when Doumeki speaks. “I want udon for lunch.”
Each word brushes against his lips, and Watanuki feels flushed and a pang of anticipation. “I already made lunch,” he retorts weakly. “And I don’t take orders, you jerk!”
Doumeki smirks and pulls back, leaving Watanuki leaning against his door with the ghost of lips caressing his.
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Author: doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Atobe/Jirou, Shishido
Word Count: 604
Author's Notes: For nekokatechan, who wanted AtoJi.
There is something different about Jirou, and Atobe is unable to put his finger on it. It’s not a physical change; he has spent too long simply gazing at his teammate to not automatically discern something of that type, be it a hair cut to a new uniform. No. It was something else, and the other students seemed to sense it, too, if the wide berth they gave him was any indication.
Jirou is in front of him now, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and Atobe wonders if maybe what’s different is that Jirou hasn’t slept. Of course, he thinks as they begin walking toward the tennis courts together, that is ridiculous, because Jirou had been using him as a pillow the day before.
“Atobe,” Jirou says, and Atobe pauses. There is something about Jirou’s voice, and his inability to pinpoint it is starting to frustrate him.
“Yes, Jirou,” he replies, taking Jirou’s momentary silence to study the other boy’s features. This close, he can see that Jirou looks a little pale, and Atobe thinks that maybe his friend is sick.
“I’m hungry,” the blonde finally says, moving forward to rest his head on Atobe’s shoulder. “So hungry.”
Atobe glances around until he is satisfied that they are alone before wrapping one arm around Jirou’s waist. “Did you sleep through lunch?” he asks and makes a mental note to give Mukahi thirty extra laps. Atobe cannot be with Jirou every minute of the day, but Mukahi is in the same class. He should have woken Jirou up.
Jirou’s lips are cool against his neck, and Atobe wonders if maybe he has mistaken the type of hunger Jirou feels. “No, Gakuto woke me up and shared his lunch with me. I forgot mine again,” he says.
Somehow, Atobe is pressed up against the wall and Jirou’s hands are doing decidedly distracting things under his shirt. Jirou’s teeth graze his collarbone, and Atobe feels his breath catch in his throat. His fingers dig into Jirou’s side, and Jirou mewls softly and nips at the skin of his neck.
“Jirou,” he rasps. They will be late to practice if this continues, he knows, and this is high school, not middle school, and Atobe is not yet captain. He cannot afford to be late, not with Nationals a week away, but Jirou is making such wonderful sounds, and he knows that he cannot deny the boy in front of him anything.
“Atobe,” Jirou whispers before his neck before Atobe’s world explodes into a mirage of colors and sensations.
He isn’t aware of how long the feeling lasts, only that as he comes back to himself, Jirou is smiling contentedly in front of him, licking his lips. There is a smear of red on the corner of Jirou’s mouth, and he reaches a lethargic hand to wipe it away. Jirou catches his had he moves it away and sucks the liquid from his finger, taking care to keep their gazes locked.
There is a moment where neither of them speaks but it is shattered when Shishido appears, yelling for them to hurry or they’ll have to run extra laps.
It isn’t until Atobe is changing out of his practice jersey that he notices the two tiny puncture wounds in his neck. He sighs and buttons up his uniform shirt before walking over to where Jirou lay napping on the bench.
“Next time,” he whispers in Jirou’s ear, knowing full well that he is awake, “find Shishido to snack on.”
Jirou smiles at him, a mere upturning of lips, before whispering just as softly, “He doesn’t taste as good as Atobe.”
Title: As I Lay Me Down To Sleep
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Loveless
Characters/Pairings: Seimei, Ritsuka
Word Count: 290
Author's Notes: For fufuberrysoda, who wanted Loveless, despite the fact that I suck like a badly trained whore. ♥
Seimei watches quietly as Ritsuka climbs into bed with him and cuddles against his side. He says nothing, merely wraps his arms around his little brother, and places a kiss on the top of his head. Ritsuka will talk if he wants to talk, he knows, and is aware that pushing the issue will not be welcome.
It remains quiet, and Seimei is being lulled to sleep by Ritsuka’s heartbeat, steady and strong. He is almost completely out when Ritsuka speaks.
“Seimei,” he whispers, “are you asleep?”
Seimei blinks a few times before shifting to look at Ritsuka. “No,” he replies quietly, careful to keep the yawn out of his voice. “Is something wrong, Ritsuka?”
Ritsuka shakes his head, choosing to cuddle closer instead of answering. Seimei sighs softly and scratches the skin behind Ritsuka’s ears. Ritsuka makes a content sound against his chest.
Minutes stretch quietly between them again, and Seimei finds it hard to keep his eyes open.
“Do you still love me?” Ritsuka’s voice was muffled against the material of Seimei’s shirt, and his voice was barely above a sigh. Seimei almost missed the question completely.
“Of course,” he replies firmly. “You are my brother, Ritsuka. I’ll love you no matter what.”
Ritsuka looks up at him, eyes impossibly wide and shining with tears. Seimei leans forward and kisses Ritsuka softly on the nose. He pulls back in time to see Ritsuka’s face scrunch up cutely before Ritsuka leans forward to kiss Seimei on the cheek.
Ritsuka pulls back and buries his face in Seimei’s shirt again, and Seimei smiles. “Goodnight, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka says nothing, but arms wrap around his waist and Ritsuka is more relaxed. He is almost asleep when he hears Ritsuka’s quiet, “Goodnight, Seimei.”
Title: Truth Unraveling
Author: doumeki
Rating: G
Series: Hikaru no Go
Characters/Pairings: Waya, Isumi, Hikaru, Akira
Word Count: 394
Author's Notes: For ungalad, who wanted Isumi/Waya.
“I’m telling you,” Waya whispers, “they’re dating.”
Isumi shakes his head. “Waya, could you please concentrate on the game?” He motions down at the forgotten game.
Waya waves it away. “Come on, Isumi-san! Doesn’t it annoy you? I mean, we’re supposed to be Shindou’s friends, and he won’t even tell us he’s dating Touya!”
The last part of the sentence rises in pitch, and Isumi frantically gestures at Waya to calm down. “I’m sure Shindou-kun would tell us if there was something going on,” he placates. “Now, can we please finish the game?”
There is some grumbling from Waya before he picks up a stone and carelessly places it on the board, focusing his attention back on the two pros across the room.
“That was a careless move, Waya,” Isumi says because it’s expected, even though he knows that his opponent isn’t listening.
“Touya just touched Shindou’s hand!” Waya hisses. “How can you not know they’re dating?”
Isumi runs his fingers though his hair. “Waya,” he says, voice serious. “If Shindou-kun and Touya-san are dating, and I’m not saying they are,” he hastily adds as Waya turns a triumphant smile on him, “he will tell us when he’s ready.”
“But, Isumi-san!” Waya whines. “Just look at them! They’re… sickening! And obvious!”
Shindou turns to look at them and glares. Isumi notices that Touya’s cheeks are flushed, and he wonders if he’s feeling well. Shindou is standing now and walking across the room to their goban, and Waya is glaring back at Shindou. Isumi sighs and shakes his head; they’ll never finish their game at this rate.
“Oi, Waya!” Shindou hisses. “Shut. Up.”
“I will when you admit that you’re dating Touya,” Waya retorts.
Isumi smiles apologetically at Touya, who is staring at the goban intently. Isumi wonders if their game is that interesting and considers going over to look at it.
“What?” Shindou is screeching now, and Isumi thinks that maybe it is a good idea to fo over and look at Shindou and Touya’s game. “Are you insane? Besides, why would I tell you that when you won’t tell me that you and Isumi-san are dating?”
Isumi freezes and Touya looks up from the goban. “Shindou!” Touya admonishes.
Shindou looks back at Touya. “What? It’s true! I saw Waya kissing Isumi-san the other day!”
Isumi politely excuses himself and leaves, Touya right behind him.
Title: Declarations of Another Kind
Author: doumeki
Rating: PG
Series: xxxHOLiC
Characters/Pairings: Doumeki/Watanuki
Word Count: 1,017
Author's Notes: For themodestotter, who wanted Doumeki/Watanuki
“What exactly don’t you like about Doumeki-kun?”
The question echoes in his mind for weeks after, and he has still yet to come up with an answer. Had the question been posed at the beginning of their tenuous partnership, one that Watanuki is still very much against, he would have presented Yuuko with a list longer than he is tall.
Watanuki reaches a tentative hand up to his left eye, running a finger slowly over the lid. He catches a glimpse of burnished topaz in the reflection of the knife, a sight that is more familiar than it should be, considering the sixteen years he spent seeing two vivid blue ones.
He sighs and continues preparing the next day’s lunches. Doumeki has requested domburimono, and even though he does not take orders, he is preparing the meal anyway. He tells himself it is because domburimono is something he hasn’t had in a while, and he is content with the lie.
There are many things he does not like about Doumeki, he decides. After all, how can he like someone who steals Himawari’s attention from him? That in and of itself was cause for dislike.
He doesn’t like how Doumeki is good at everything he does. He knows how hard the other boy practices, but everything seems to come to him with such ease while Watanuki has to struggle with everything in order to be passable.
He can’t stand how Doumeki always saves him. He doesn’t need to be saved like some helpless woman every time a spirit threatens him. He has gotten along fine without the help before, but it seems that his companion either doesn’t understand that, or doesn’t care. Watanuki suspects the latter.
He doesn’t like the fact that Doumeki will sacrifice just about anything to keep him safe. There is no doubt in his mind that, were it required, Doumeki would sacrifice his own life to keep him alive.
The thought of losing Doumeki, he discovers, is what he dislikes the most. It scares him, and Watanuki does not like it. Granted, there are a complex myriad of emotions that Doumeki evokes in him that he doesn’t like, but fear is at the top of the list.
Watanuki carefully packs away their lunches in the bentou boxes and stores them in his tiny fridge. He leaves the kitchen and enters the front room. There isn’t anything to be done; his small apartment is tidy, his homework is done.
He glances at the small clock on the mantle. It reads half past eight.
Watanuki sighs. It is too early for him to retire to his room, and it is not like he can kill time watching television. He looks out the window and sees the faded colors of sunset. He decides to take a walk.
He leaves the apartment, careful to lock the door behind him, and picks a direction at random. There is no particular place he wishes to go, but as he looks around in the approaching twilight, the scenery mocks him. He knows this path very well. He sighs and continues on.
A few minutes later, the gate of the Doumeki family shrine appears. He hovers in front of the gate, unsure whether enter. A minute passes, and Watanuki decides to leave.
He is walking away when a familiar voice stops him. “Oi!”
Watanuki turns around, eyes narrow and fists clenched at his sides. “How many times to do I have to tell you? My name is not ‘oi!’” he spits.
Doumeki rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. “Does that woman have a job for us?” he asks, not bothering to acknowledge Watanuki’s statement..
Watanuki blinks. “No,” he says.
“Is there a spirit bothering you?”
“No,” Watanuki answers.
Doumeki frowns. “Then why are you here?” he inquires.
Watanuki feels his cheeks heat up. “I was just taking a walk,” he replies, fighting to keep his voice normal.
“Hn,” is Doumeki’s reply.
They stand there, staring at each other, before Watanuki starts to fidget. “I should get home,” he says to break the silence.
“You should,” Doumeki agrees.
“Well,” Watanuki begin, suddenly feeling awkward. “I’ll see you at school.”
Doumeki nods in agreement, and Watanuki turns and starts walking away. He hasn’t walked more than a meter when he feels someone fall into step beside him. He knows without turning that it is Doumeki.
“I don’t need an escort, you know,” he states because it is expected.
“I’m not missing lunch tomorrow because you got yourself eaten like an idiot,” Doumeki replies, following the script.
Watanuki makes an annoyed noise, but stays silent. This is another thing he doesn’t like about Doumeki, he decides. He doesn’t like how complacent, how willing to follow along with the same routine, his companion is. He wishes that Doumeki will speak, tell him what is on his mind, instead of saying things that are provoking and full of meaning that Watanuki doesn’t quite understand.
Doumeki’s arm brushes Watanuki’s, and the blush that had faded returns full force. Watanuki brushes his arm back against Doumeki’s deliberately. Doumeki seems to take this is a challenge and brushes against him again.
By the time they reach Watanuki’s apartment, the sides of their hands are touching. They walk up the stairs and stop in front of his door.
Something is keeping Watanuki from moving, and he wonders if Doumeki can move, or if it’s affecting them both.
“Well,” Watanuki speaks, “don’t expect me to thank you for walking me home.”
Doumeki’s mouth quirks in a tiny smile. “I changed my mind,” he says.
Watanuki blinks, confused. “Changed your mind about what?” he asks.
Doumeki is leaning in, and Watanuki’s back is against the door. Their lips are a mere millimeter apart when Doumeki speaks. “I want udon for lunch.”
Each word brushes against his lips, and Watanuki feels flushed and a pang of anticipation. “I already made lunch,” he retorts weakly. “And I don’t take orders, you jerk!”
Doumeki smirks and pulls back, leaving Watanuki leaning against his door with the ghost of lips caressing his.
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