Necessity?! (one-shot series)
Title: Necessity?! (one-shot series)
Author: keeconk
Pairing: TaDaiki
Rating: PG-15
Word count: 4,472
Disclaimer: is currently still praying that they're mine.
Summary: Fighting maybe something that is pretty normal, but Takaki feels that it starts to bother him when it happens to often. Yabu tells him that he needs to know that handling a boyfriend is different with handling a girlfriend.
A.N.: It's unbeta'ed. AU setting. I decided to make it a one-shot series, which somehow means that it's a multi-chap now. I think.
( Takaki's Little Diary ).
( Daiki's Little Problem ).
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“Harder, idiot!”
“I’m trying, chibi.”
“Push harder. Force it!”
“I want to get this in just as much as you want it to, but it’s just fucking tight, okay?!”
“Well, still. The hole is there for reason,” Daiki complains.
“I know, but I just can’t put it in,” I look up and glare at him.
“Gosh, Takaki! Give it to me!” Daiki growls. He takes the chair backrest from my hand and decides to do the job himself. Slowly he puts the tip of the two holes on each end of the backrest to the two steels of the chair frame. Taking a deep breath, he pushes it down as hard as he can. And that’s it. The backrest is now firmly attached to the half done chair, which is completed now.
I just smile awkwardly at Daiki’s annoyed face as I sit quietly on the tatami floor. He pretty much looks not amused and Takaki-is-such-an-idiot is definitely written all over his face. Really, I’ve been living with him for quite some time and Daiki as a boyfriend is a little bit different with Daiki as a roommate back when we were still in uni’s dorm. He gets cranky easily, and sometimes he looks scarier than my dad.
“If you can’t assemble furniture at all, do not even bother to buy anything from IKEA,” he whacks my head hard.
“But it’s cheaper that way,” I defend myself.
“Yes it is cheaper. But really, did you consider the opportunity cost of having it unassembled?! It wasted time, made you frustrated, and it made me grumpy seeing you stuck with that stupid chair the whole evening,” he takes the chair and gently puts the chair right in front of a new wooden desktop table. “Not to mention you spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do with this table. I’m a little bit surprised that somehow you managed to finish it.”
“You don’t have to relate everything to Economics, right?! You know how much I hate that subject. And besides, Hikaru says it wouldn’t be that hard to do,” I say again. Really, I know that it’s his major, but he doesn’t have to say any random economics term in our conversation. Ehm, wait. What is opportunity cost again?! Argh, I shall check it out later.
“Goodness gracious. I even wonder why I’m dating you! Listen Takaki, Hikaru is a sick bastard that pulls pranks on me, but I have to admit it that he’s not stupid. And also..”
“Okay, I get it. Whatever,” I stand up as I take my bag from the floor. I can clearly see Daiki’s cheeks getting red. No, he’s not blushing. He’s flushed with anger. Sigh. I have this habit of cutting his sentence off before he even finishes it, and Daiki doesn’t like that. Not a nice habit really, and it often puts me into unimportant fights with Daiki.
“You just cut my sentence! Again!”
“Well, you sound too much like a girl lately and it’s annoying.”
“What do you mean by that?” he hog-wilds at me.
“You know. Like what girls always do. Complaining, yapping around, and getting grumpy when they have their PMS,” I retort.
Before Daiki snaps and says some nasty things that probably will make me snap back at him, I make my way to the flat’s front door. “I’m going out for awhile. Yabu and Hikaru want to hang out for awhile,” I say without even turning my head to make some sort of eye-contact what so ever. I don’t have to see Daiki to know how vicious he is currently looking at me. I can feel it. And he doesn’t have to say anything to make me know how much he feels like punching my face.
This will be one of those nights where I’ll be home really late.
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“Well, he’s the girl, right? So I think it’s normal. Besides, you know exactly how much more pain girls can cause. They’re much worse. Be thankful that this time you have a boyfriend. Or finally have a boyfriend, I must say. At least you won’t be so annoying checking out some guys’ butts, out of loyalty of course, and flail around about it. Dude, that’s gross really. Yabu and I are straight okay, not bi like you,” Hikaru looks up to me for awhile, away from the PSP screen.
I just sit idly on the fluffy red couch of the dorm lounge. The place hasn’t changed really. The ugly looking old radio is still there, and much to its contrast, the crystal flat screen LCD still stands proudly in the middle of the five by six so called lobby’s wall, just opposite the couch. The atmosphere is still the same, despite all of its awesome electronic gadgets it has. It still feels old, yet classically elegant.
Hikaru is currently playing with my PSP while sitting on the oddly antique arm chair on the other side of the oak coffee table, pretty much different from the rest of modern furniture the lounge has. Right beside me, Yabu is sitting with eyes pretty much on the TV, watching intensely the late night news. Sigh. Hikaru and I aren’t allowed to go any further than the lounge because the two of us aren’t staying in this dorm. Hikaru is in another dorm, while I stay somewhere else. So yeah, this is pretty much the only spot where the three of us can hang out.
“Maybe he has some problem or something. Or maybe he has something to tell you but he just can’t,” says Hikaru again.
“That somehow sounds like him,” I mumble.
I still can remember clearly our first month living together. Daiki was as cold as ice and he didn’t open up to me much. We would have normal conversation like we always did when we were roommates, but that would be it. Nothing much. He never demanded anything nor did he say anything when he didn’t like something. It took him quite some time to actually speak up his mind to me
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything that pisses him off?” asks Yabu at the end.
“I cut off his sentence. He doesn’t like it when I do that,” I answer honestly.
“Did you say sorry?”
I didn’t. Yeah, I never did. I just go silent and look at Yabu as I sigh. Among all people, Yabu always know what to say and make me realize what I do wrong. He hangs out with Shoon, the ex dorm’s captain (and oh by the way, Yabu just got promoted as the new captain after Shoon graduated), a lot. Shoon is about two years older, and he’s a wise guy. I think somehow along the line Yabu gets influenced by him.
“He’s a guy, Takaki. He gets angry just as fast as you get angry. He won’t keep quiet or decide to just be in the losing side of your fight. He will forget about the fight just as fast as you will and act as if nothing happened, but really. He’s a guy, just like you. He’s not a girl that will always try to be understanding or soft at heart,” Yabu speaks, this time with a much more timid voice.
“I know,” I mumble again.
Whatever Yabu says is pretty much true. We often talk casually after we fight and act as if nothing happens. But then again, it becomes a little bit too often lately. I always think that it’s not such a big deal because we will forget about it at the end anyway. Yet again, each time, it gets a little harder to forget. I know it sounds childish, all our fights are about simple stuff, and usually starts with him complaining around and ends with me cutting off his sentence. The same pattern each time.
“It seems that you have a problem handling your first boyfriend ever,” Hikaru chuckles.
“Shut up,” I reply, but a small smile is formed on my lips. Really, who can resist Hikaru’s goofy face?
“By the way, how did you confess?” Hikaru sits up properly as he puts down my PSP on the coffee table.
“I kissed him.”
“Geez~. That’s epic,” Hikaru comments, with eyes somehow look interested. “Then?”
“What then? He asked me to move in with him, just like I told you guys,” I reply again, this time feel a little bit annoyed because as smart as Daiki said Hikaru is, he’s currently acting stupid by asking me obvious question.
“Not that, idiot. I know that. I mean, how did you ask him out? Like you know, how did you ask him to become your boyfriend?” Hikaru flicks his tongue, while Yabu giggles beside me. Geez~, can he be more clear with his question really?
“I didn’t.”
“Dai-chan did?” this time Yabu looks as interesting as Hikaru. For some reason I start to feel as if I’m stuck between a bunch of girl coursemates that currently want to know how I got together with their dear friend. Yabu is not even that close with Daiki to begin with! Let alone Hikaru. He’s like in the top spot of Daiki’s hate list.
“He didn’t.”
A shocking, somehow in horror, expression is clearly seen in both of their expressions. Now what? I didn’t say anything bizarre, did I? I was just answering their questions with simple yet defining answers. “Which part of my answer you guys do not understand, really?” I say the end.
“Then how can you guys be boyfriends if none of you ask each other out?!” Hikaru’s expression is plain priceless. It’s the kind of stupid expression that he always pull out to be exact.
Putting my face to my palm, I wonder who the real idiot is. It seems that Daiki is pretty messed up with his theory that Hikaru is not stupid. At this kind of age, you don’t really have to literally ask someone to become your boyfriend just to make him one. It just happens. Just like that.
“Are you sure that you guys actually going out?” Hikaru asks again.
“Of course I’m sure. If not he wouldn’t let me have sex with him,” I roll my eyes.
Yabu snorts as he chuckles at my answer and Hikaru looks pretty dumbfounded. Sigh. What is so weird about having sex with you boyfriend?! And among all people, why Hikaru looks so shocked about it. How old is he again?! Exactly. He’s just as old as I am. So yeah, I don’t see why he has to look that dumbfounded.
“I’m not ready to listen to so much gayness,” Hikaru sighs.
What the heck?! I didn’t even say any detail about my sex life. I was just stating out some obvious fact!
“I can’t believe that my mind is currently picturing who tops and who bottoms,” Hikaru slaps his cheeks with both of his palms.
“Of course I top. Which part of me looks uke to you?!” I roll my eyes again.
“Arrrghhh!! Too much information!! My mind is picturing the scene!!” Hikaru buries his face with his hands.
Yabu just laughs out loud; while I look at Hikaru, pretty much irked. If only Yabu isn’t hugging the cushion, I’ll be throwing it at Hikaru by now.
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Despite all of what happened the previous night, I still can’t help my self but staring at the person sitting in front of me with a smile on my face. Come on, it’s still undeniable that no matter how much I look at him, Daiki is still too cute to be ignored. Of course, I have to put aside his short temper and those complain he always has to see him as cute.
The way he forms a small pout with his peace-like lips as he stares at his books - trying to figure out his econometrics formula - is plain cute. The chubby cheeks that always have the crimson shade on them looks so tempting, making me pretty much want to pinch them each time my eyes land on them. And of course not to mention how he looks way younger when he doesn’t do anything with his hair, no wax or hair-gel, nothing. Its silky texture, in addition his fair skin and reddish cheeks, definitely make him looks like a high school student. Or even younger.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he frowns at me.
“Nothing,” I reply simply.
“Then stop smiling as if you want to eat me up,” he replies back.
Ignoring his complain, I put down my book and crawls on the tatami floor to him. With legs crossed, I just sit there as I observe his little frame (yet undeniably much muscular that mine) struggling with his worksheet. I swift to his back, before then resting my chin on his right shoulder - pretty much sniffing in his scent I get from his neck. “Now what?” he asks.
“Nothing, really.”
“If you want to have sex, you have to wait until I finish with this.”
“I didn’t say I want to have sex or anything.”
“Then?”
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” I say as I close my eyes and enjoy the relaxing position.
Daiki goes silent for awhile. Not surprising, really; especially because I never said sorry to him. It’s kind of expected to get this reaction from him. I have to admit that I’m too blunt sometimes. Daiki told me once that he wants more romance. I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I just told him that I’d tried. So when he thought I wanted to have sex by leaning on him like this, it didn’t surprise me at all. I don’t dare to become all lovey dovey with him. Kind of afraid that I might look weak or too sensitive or something. But really, it seems that it’s the root of our little fights.
Much to my surprise, Daiki puts down his pen and pushes me away as he turns his body to face me. He stares at me with his round eyes and his hand is scratching the back of his head, making his hair a little bit messy. After a whole ten seconds of silence (which feels like forever), Daiki leans forward and pecks me on the lips. “I’m sorry too, but you really get to my nerve sometimes. But well, I guess I have to start controlling my temper myself,” he replies, almost timidly.
I smile, somehow feel relieved. “And you complain too much, lately.”
“I can’t help it. I don’t understand how your brain works, really,” Daiki replies.
“I don’t understand yours too. Why you have to make such a big fuss over me spending the whole day with the IKEA furniture I just bought? It’s for your desktop,” I frown.
“Our. It’s our desktop. You paid half of it.”
“Yeah, whatever. Still, you use it more often. So yeah, it’s not such a big deal to struggle over it right?”
A disappointed look is definitely creeping on all over Daiki’s face. Now what did I say to make him looks like that?! It doesn’t make sense at all, really. Daiki really needs to start telling me about what he thinks before it drives me nuts. “Because you bought it without asking me about it. I mean, we share the flat and everything inside it, including the desktop and that table or chair that you just bought. I feel a little bit left out. I know I’m not that rich, but I always want to contribute at least a little bit of what we will use together,” he turns his body and rests his back against my chest.
Goodness gracious. Don’t you find it, well, adorable?! To be honest, I can feel my heart skips a beat or two at it. The statement is not something dense or heavy, or some sort of love poem that will make you high, but really, it’s sincere enough to make me feel I’m lucky. Especially with the fact that Daiki actually talks it out. He actually tells me what he’s thinking. And that’s great! I mean, roommates have to share with each other, but honesty is definitely important when it comes to your boyfriend.
“So, you want to pay some of it or something? If that will put you on ease or something,” I say at the end.
“Yeah.”
“Daiki, I know how much you get from your parents and you part-time job. It will kind of, well, kill your wallet,” I add.
Again, Daiki goes silence. One reason why I don’t tell him about it is because he will be insisting in paying half of it and at the end of the month, he only will have enough to survive with home cooked meal and walking to a further train station everyday to get a cheaper route to campus.
“But I know how you can pay it without spending any money,” I smirk.
He looks up with a big question mark on his face. His expression turns sour when he saw the sly smile I’m giving him. It seems that he know me to well to be able to read my mind. I push him aside as I stand up, before then pulling him up on the wrist. “To the bed, chibi~..” I grin.
“You dickhead! I knew it!! What the heck, Takaki!” he groans as he tries to pull his wrist away (although it’s such a massive fail because I’m still stronger despite the fact that I have less muscles than him). He tries to grab the table, but fails when I give a little nudge on his hand to get him closer to me. Kicking me is the next move he does to make me stop dragging him to the bed.
“TAKAKI YUYA!! I’m not having sex with you before I finish my worksheet!” he complains, moving around trying to stay where he is.
“You can do that later.”
“I know you well enough that I know you won’t do me just once, you idiot! How do you expect me to do my worksheet after you freaking done with me?!”
I just ignore him as I decide to grab him on the waist and lift him up. “Really, it’s not that you are the one that doing the pounding. You should stop complaining, chibi. Besides, I’m planning on having it your way. On all four, perhaps?” I ask.
And Daiki gives in. HA! See! He’s too perverted to resist.
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I swear that today is my bad day. Daiki refuses to talk to me the whole morning because he has to wake up early just to finish his worksheet before his class starts. And well, it’s definitely such a pain in the ass to wake up early, especially because it’s Daiki. Daiki doesn’t wake up early. He even finds it hard to wake up! Let alone waking up before the sun is even up (in addition, a possibility of sore butt) to do his worksheet.
Not only that, he acts as if I don’t exist during our class. He sits beside Hikaru instead of beside me like he always does. Hikaru! Among all people! Can you imagine that?! I know him too well that it’s just plain shocking to see him sitting beside Hikaru. All Yabu says to me is just to give him some time, and he will talk to me again eventually.
“Inoo, please~. Tell me if he mentioned anything to you. I can’t go back early because I have club activity and I do not want to go back home into a silent flat. Daiki is scary if he doesn’t say anything. You are his bestfriend, help me?!” I beg Inoo to spill something out when I bump into him on my way to the toilet.
Inoo just chuckles lightly at the favour I ask him. “Well, it’s about what you did last night, of course.”
“I know I know. But he seemed to enjoy it at the end, so I don’t understand why he doesn’t say a word at all. I mean, it makes more sense if he complains and keeps on yapping around about it.”
“It’s not the sex, Takaki. It’s something else. Besides, how can Daiki complain about sex, his favourite little mind subject? Not that he realizes it, but still,” Inoo grins as he forms an ‘o’ with his index finger and thumb. The sign on his hand is pretty clear. It’s just so obvious what it means.
“Money?!”
“You still don’t let him pay the furniture, don’t you? And no worries. He still yaps around all day about it. But to me, not to you. Luckily it’s really entertaining to see him accidently blabbing around about your relationship. You know, like some stuff that I actually do not have to know since it’s just too private but somehow it’s amusing to hear it. But yeah,” Inoo crosses his arms against his chest, looking amused with his own statement. Honestly, his pretty face looks really evil right now.
I look blankly at him. Is he serious?! Arggh! Now what Daiki said to him?!?! Did he say anything too shameful to be said?! I mean, my reputation is at stake if he did! There are a lot of stuff that only he knows and I can’t imagine what will happen if he tells someone else about it! You know, stuff like weird habit I have, that maybe I don’t even know myself. Or, how much I like him to whine like a girl in bed. Or.. okay, I’m being paranoid.
“I’m joking, Takaki. He didn’t slip any secret out. He was just complaining about the furniture,” says Inoo at the end.
If I don’t have any self control, I’ll be strangling Inoo to death right now.
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Finding Daiki sleeping on the bed when I get home is actually much scary than finding him there, awake, but refuses to talk to me. Daiki’s mood is worse when he just wakes up. There was one time when I tried to push his arm from me when we were sleeping because I really had to pee. Believe it or not, he actually clicked his tongue and pushed me off the bed! He said if I didn’t want him to snuggle into me when he slept, then I should not even bother sleeping on the same bed with him. Really, he’s such a short tempered midget.
And it seems that my guess is right. Right on the table in front of the TV (we don’t have dining table, to be honest), my dinner is neatly being placed, with a little note in it. I sit down and take the note before then reading it carefully. It says, I’m too lazy to cook. Daiki.. I can only sigh in defeat when I notice that what I had in front of me is just a bowl of rice with raw egg and salmon on top of the rice. Yet, I’m too tired to cook myself that I just start to dig in to my food.
Although I know that it’s such a big risk to wake Daiki up, here I am, sitting by the side of the bed after I shower. Slowly, I poke his cheek as I call out his name softly. He shifts, but ignores me.
“Ne, I really don’t want you to pay,” I say at the end.
No respond.
“Stop being childish, Daiki. It’s not such a big deal really,” I say again.
He shifts, eyes opened as he stares at me. “But..” he mumbles.
“Oh come on. You do so much more than just buying a chair and a table.”
“Like what? I don’t do anything much,” he replies me.
“Well, helping me with my study. Or scolding me when I do something totally stupid.”
“It’s just natural to do so,” he frowns, with expression pretty much looks not amused.
“Then it’s the same thing. It feels just natural to buy that table and chair for both of us. For me it’s natural to do so,” I reason out, staring at him with a smile on my face.
Daiki doesn’t say anything more but pulling me down to his side. He wraps his arms around me with face buried to my chest. I’m not sure why but all he does is just stays there and says nothing. “Daiki?” I call his name again. This time much gentler as I’m not sure what the other is currently thinking.
“I can’t stare at that one look you have,” he mumbles.
“Ehm? What look?” I ask again, still not sure what he’s talking about, with hand now stroking delicately his silky hair.
“This look,” he pokes my nose as he looks up to me. His cheeks are redder than usual, and yet he looks annoyed in the same time; as if he finds it really annoying to blush in front of me. “This deep questioning look. I don’t dare to look at it,” he added.
“Why? I don’t bite,” I chuckle.
“I know you don’t, but still.”
“Do I look scary that way?” I ask again.
“No. You look, well unbelievably, mature,” he answers hesitantly.
Ehm, did I hear that correctly?! He just called me mature. Okay, maybe just the look, but still. Mature is definitely one characteristic of human being that seems to be a false fact when being used to define me as a person. If it’s Yabu or Shoon that Daiki calls mature, it won’t be such a surprise. But me?! Did he bang his head somewhere?!
“So, mature Takaki freaks you out?!”
“No. Mature Takaki makes me blush,” he replies, with a small kick on my leg.
Ah~, I’m a happy man.
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So, after two weeks of trying to listen to him more, Daiki gradually starts to yap around a lot less than before. He speaks up his mind more often, and I find his complains much less annoying. Daiki doesn’t really complain when I buy something for the flat without asking him to pay half of it. And I don’t cut his sentence anymore.
Things go way better and it feels like before. A lot more like when we were in the dorm, but with some kisses or hugs that didn’t exist previously. Daiki still scolds me around when I’m too lazy to study, but getting smart enough to promise me some sort of reward (that I swear involves my jeans unzipped and him kneeling down in between my thighs) that the end of the day I study more often than before.
And oh, Daiki makes lunch boxes for us lately; although it’s not his turn to cook. I wonder why, but well, not that I’m complaining.
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I don't know. Love it?! Hahaha. I think this one is a little bit more serious than the other two, but I just feel that it's necessary (hint: reason for the title maybe?). I decided to give one single tag on this one-shot series, just to make things easier.
And oh, I can't stop thinking of Daiki being fucked on all four~. ROFL And how many of you were tricked at the beginning?!?! XP~.
note: this is so unedited!! I will check for mistakes when I have the time!
Author: keeconk
Pairing: TaDaiki
Rating: PG-15
Word count: 4,472
Disclaimer: is currently still praying that they're mine.
Summary: Fighting maybe something that is pretty normal, but Takaki feels that it starts to bother him when it happens to often. Yabu tells him that he needs to know that handling a boyfriend is different with handling a girlfriend.
A.N.: It's unbeta'ed. AU setting. I decided to make it a one-shot series, which somehow means that it's a multi-chap now. I think.
( Takaki's Little Diary ).
( Daiki's Little Problem ).
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“Harder, idiot!”
“I’m trying, chibi.”
“Push harder. Force it!”
“I want to get this in just as much as you want it to, but it’s just fucking tight, okay?!”
“Well, still. The hole is there for reason,” Daiki complains.
“I know, but I just can’t put it in,” I look up and glare at him.
“Gosh, Takaki! Give it to me!” Daiki growls. He takes the chair backrest from my hand and decides to do the job himself. Slowly he puts the tip of the two holes on each end of the backrest to the two steels of the chair frame. Taking a deep breath, he pushes it down as hard as he can. And that’s it. The backrest is now firmly attached to the half done chair, which is completed now.
I just smile awkwardly at Daiki’s annoyed face as I sit quietly on the tatami floor. He pretty much looks not amused and Takaki-is-such-an-idiot is definitely written all over his face. Really, I’ve been living with him for quite some time and Daiki as a boyfriend is a little bit different with Daiki as a roommate back when we were still in uni’s dorm. He gets cranky easily, and sometimes he looks scarier than my dad.
“If you can’t assemble furniture at all, do not even bother to buy anything from IKEA,” he whacks my head hard.
“But it’s cheaper that way,” I defend myself.
“Yes it is cheaper. But really, did you consider the opportunity cost of having it unassembled?! It wasted time, made you frustrated, and it made me grumpy seeing you stuck with that stupid chair the whole evening,” he takes the chair and gently puts the chair right in front of a new wooden desktop table. “Not to mention you spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do with this table. I’m a little bit surprised that somehow you managed to finish it.”
“You don’t have to relate everything to Economics, right?! You know how much I hate that subject. And besides, Hikaru says it wouldn’t be that hard to do,” I say again. Really, I know that it’s his major, but he doesn’t have to say any random economics term in our conversation. Ehm, wait. What is opportunity cost again?! Argh, I shall check it out later.
“Goodness gracious. I even wonder why I’m dating you! Listen Takaki, Hikaru is a sick bastard that pulls pranks on me, but I have to admit it that he’s not stupid. And also..”
“Okay, I get it. Whatever,” I stand up as I take my bag from the floor. I can clearly see Daiki’s cheeks getting red. No, he’s not blushing. He’s flushed with anger. Sigh. I have this habit of cutting his sentence off before he even finishes it, and Daiki doesn’t like that. Not a nice habit really, and it often puts me into unimportant fights with Daiki.
“You just cut my sentence! Again!”
“Well, you sound too much like a girl lately and it’s annoying.”
“What do you mean by that?” he hog-wilds at me.
“You know. Like what girls always do. Complaining, yapping around, and getting grumpy when they have their PMS,” I retort.
Before Daiki snaps and says some nasty things that probably will make me snap back at him, I make my way to the flat’s front door. “I’m going out for awhile. Yabu and Hikaru want to hang out for awhile,” I say without even turning my head to make some sort of eye-contact what so ever. I don’t have to see Daiki to know how vicious he is currently looking at me. I can feel it. And he doesn’t have to say anything to make me know how much he feels like punching my face.
This will be one of those nights where I’ll be home really late.
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“Well, he’s the girl, right? So I think it’s normal. Besides, you know exactly how much more pain girls can cause. They’re much worse. Be thankful that this time you have a boyfriend. Or finally have a boyfriend, I must say. At least you won’t be so annoying checking out some guys’ butts, out of loyalty of course, and flail around about it. Dude, that’s gross really. Yabu and I are straight okay, not bi like you,” Hikaru looks up to me for awhile, away from the PSP screen.
I just sit idly on the fluffy red couch of the dorm lounge. The place hasn’t changed really. The ugly looking old radio is still there, and much to its contrast, the crystal flat screen LCD still stands proudly in the middle of the five by six so called lobby’s wall, just opposite the couch. The atmosphere is still the same, despite all of its awesome electronic gadgets it has. It still feels old, yet classically elegant.
Hikaru is currently playing with my PSP while sitting on the oddly antique arm chair on the other side of the oak coffee table, pretty much different from the rest of modern furniture the lounge has. Right beside me, Yabu is sitting with eyes pretty much on the TV, watching intensely the late night news. Sigh. Hikaru and I aren’t allowed to go any further than the lounge because the two of us aren’t staying in this dorm. Hikaru is in another dorm, while I stay somewhere else. So yeah, this is pretty much the only spot where the three of us can hang out.
“Maybe he has some problem or something. Or maybe he has something to tell you but he just can’t,” says Hikaru again.
“That somehow sounds like him,” I mumble.
I still can remember clearly our first month living together. Daiki was as cold as ice and he didn’t open up to me much. We would have normal conversation like we always did when we were roommates, but that would be it. Nothing much. He never demanded anything nor did he say anything when he didn’t like something. It took him quite some time to actually speak up his mind to me
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything that pisses him off?” asks Yabu at the end.
“I cut off his sentence. He doesn’t like it when I do that,” I answer honestly.
“Did you say sorry?”
I didn’t. Yeah, I never did. I just go silent and look at Yabu as I sigh. Among all people, Yabu always know what to say and make me realize what I do wrong. He hangs out with Shoon, the ex dorm’s captain (and oh by the way, Yabu just got promoted as the new captain after Shoon graduated), a lot. Shoon is about two years older, and he’s a wise guy. I think somehow along the line Yabu gets influenced by him.
“He’s a guy, Takaki. He gets angry just as fast as you get angry. He won’t keep quiet or decide to just be in the losing side of your fight. He will forget about the fight just as fast as you will and act as if nothing happened, but really. He’s a guy, just like you. He’s not a girl that will always try to be understanding or soft at heart,” Yabu speaks, this time with a much more timid voice.
“I know,” I mumble again.
Whatever Yabu says is pretty much true. We often talk casually after we fight and act as if nothing happens. But then again, it becomes a little bit too often lately. I always think that it’s not such a big deal because we will forget about it at the end anyway. Yet again, each time, it gets a little harder to forget. I know it sounds childish, all our fights are about simple stuff, and usually starts with him complaining around and ends with me cutting off his sentence. The same pattern each time.
“It seems that you have a problem handling your first boyfriend ever,” Hikaru chuckles.
“Shut up,” I reply, but a small smile is formed on my lips. Really, who can resist Hikaru’s goofy face?
“By the way, how did you confess?” Hikaru sits up properly as he puts down my PSP on the coffee table.
“I kissed him.”
“Geez~. That’s epic,” Hikaru comments, with eyes somehow look interested. “Then?”
“What then? He asked me to move in with him, just like I told you guys,” I reply again, this time feel a little bit annoyed because as smart as Daiki said Hikaru is, he’s currently acting stupid by asking me obvious question.
“Not that, idiot. I know that. I mean, how did you ask him out? Like you know, how did you ask him to become your boyfriend?” Hikaru flicks his tongue, while Yabu giggles beside me. Geez~, can he be more clear with his question really?
“I didn’t.”
“Dai-chan did?” this time Yabu looks as interesting as Hikaru. For some reason I start to feel as if I’m stuck between a bunch of girl coursemates that currently want to know how I got together with their dear friend. Yabu is not even that close with Daiki to begin with! Let alone Hikaru. He’s like in the top spot of Daiki’s hate list.
“He didn’t.”
A shocking, somehow in horror, expression is clearly seen in both of their expressions. Now what? I didn’t say anything bizarre, did I? I was just answering their questions with simple yet defining answers. “Which part of my answer you guys do not understand, really?” I say the end.
“Then how can you guys be boyfriends if none of you ask each other out?!” Hikaru’s expression is plain priceless. It’s the kind of stupid expression that he always pull out to be exact.
Putting my face to my palm, I wonder who the real idiot is. It seems that Daiki is pretty messed up with his theory that Hikaru is not stupid. At this kind of age, you don’t really have to literally ask someone to become your boyfriend just to make him one. It just happens. Just like that.
“Are you sure that you guys actually going out?” Hikaru asks again.
“Of course I’m sure. If not he wouldn’t let me have sex with him,” I roll my eyes.
Yabu snorts as he chuckles at my answer and Hikaru looks pretty dumbfounded. Sigh. What is so weird about having sex with you boyfriend?! And among all people, why Hikaru looks so shocked about it. How old is he again?! Exactly. He’s just as old as I am. So yeah, I don’t see why he has to look that dumbfounded.
“I’m not ready to listen to so much gayness,” Hikaru sighs.
What the heck?! I didn’t even say any detail about my sex life. I was just stating out some obvious fact!
“I can’t believe that my mind is currently picturing who tops and who bottoms,” Hikaru slaps his cheeks with both of his palms.
“Of course I top. Which part of me looks uke to you?!” I roll my eyes again.
“Arrrghhh!! Too much information!! My mind is picturing the scene!!” Hikaru buries his face with his hands.
Yabu just laughs out loud; while I look at Hikaru, pretty much irked. If only Yabu isn’t hugging the cushion, I’ll be throwing it at Hikaru by now.
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Despite all of what happened the previous night, I still can’t help my self but staring at the person sitting in front of me with a smile on my face. Come on, it’s still undeniable that no matter how much I look at him, Daiki is still too cute to be ignored. Of course, I have to put aside his short temper and those complain he always has to see him as cute.
The way he forms a small pout with his peace-like lips as he stares at his books - trying to figure out his econometrics formula - is plain cute. The chubby cheeks that always have the crimson shade on them looks so tempting, making me pretty much want to pinch them each time my eyes land on them. And of course not to mention how he looks way younger when he doesn’t do anything with his hair, no wax or hair-gel, nothing. Its silky texture, in addition his fair skin and reddish cheeks, definitely make him looks like a high school student. Or even younger.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he frowns at me.
“Nothing,” I reply simply.
“Then stop smiling as if you want to eat me up,” he replies back.
Ignoring his complain, I put down my book and crawls on the tatami floor to him. With legs crossed, I just sit there as I observe his little frame (yet undeniably much muscular that mine) struggling with his worksheet. I swift to his back, before then resting my chin on his right shoulder - pretty much sniffing in his scent I get from his neck. “Now what?” he asks.
“Nothing, really.”
“If you want to have sex, you have to wait until I finish with this.”
“I didn’t say I want to have sex or anything.”
“Then?”
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” I say as I close my eyes and enjoy the relaxing position.
Daiki goes silent for awhile. Not surprising, really; especially because I never said sorry to him. It’s kind of expected to get this reaction from him. I have to admit that I’m too blunt sometimes. Daiki told me once that he wants more romance. I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I just told him that I’d tried. So when he thought I wanted to have sex by leaning on him like this, it didn’t surprise me at all. I don’t dare to become all lovey dovey with him. Kind of afraid that I might look weak or too sensitive or something. But really, it seems that it’s the root of our little fights.
Much to my surprise, Daiki puts down his pen and pushes me away as he turns his body to face me. He stares at me with his round eyes and his hand is scratching the back of his head, making his hair a little bit messy. After a whole ten seconds of silence (which feels like forever), Daiki leans forward and pecks me on the lips. “I’m sorry too, but you really get to my nerve sometimes. But well, I guess I have to start controlling my temper myself,” he replies, almost timidly.
I smile, somehow feel relieved. “And you complain too much, lately.”
“I can’t help it. I don’t understand how your brain works, really,” Daiki replies.
“I don’t understand yours too. Why you have to make such a big fuss over me spending the whole day with the IKEA furniture I just bought? It’s for your desktop,” I frown.
“Our. It’s our desktop. You paid half of it.”
“Yeah, whatever. Still, you use it more often. So yeah, it’s not such a big deal to struggle over it right?”
A disappointed look is definitely creeping on all over Daiki’s face. Now what did I say to make him looks like that?! It doesn’t make sense at all, really. Daiki really needs to start telling me about what he thinks before it drives me nuts. “Because you bought it without asking me about it. I mean, we share the flat and everything inside it, including the desktop and that table or chair that you just bought. I feel a little bit left out. I know I’m not that rich, but I always want to contribute at least a little bit of what we will use together,” he turns his body and rests his back against my chest.
Goodness gracious. Don’t you find it, well, adorable?! To be honest, I can feel my heart skips a beat or two at it. The statement is not something dense or heavy, or some sort of love poem that will make you high, but really, it’s sincere enough to make me feel I’m lucky. Especially with the fact that Daiki actually talks it out. He actually tells me what he’s thinking. And that’s great! I mean, roommates have to share with each other, but honesty is definitely important when it comes to your boyfriend.
“So, you want to pay some of it or something? If that will put you on ease or something,” I say at the end.
“Yeah.”
“Daiki, I know how much you get from your parents and you part-time job. It will kind of, well, kill your wallet,” I add.
Again, Daiki goes silence. One reason why I don’t tell him about it is because he will be insisting in paying half of it and at the end of the month, he only will have enough to survive with home cooked meal and walking to a further train station everyday to get a cheaper route to campus.
“But I know how you can pay it without spending any money,” I smirk.
He looks up with a big question mark on his face. His expression turns sour when he saw the sly smile I’m giving him. It seems that he know me to well to be able to read my mind. I push him aside as I stand up, before then pulling him up on the wrist. “To the bed, chibi~..” I grin.
“You dickhead! I knew it!! What the heck, Takaki!” he groans as he tries to pull his wrist away (although it’s such a massive fail because I’m still stronger despite the fact that I have less muscles than him). He tries to grab the table, but fails when I give a little nudge on his hand to get him closer to me. Kicking me is the next move he does to make me stop dragging him to the bed.
“TAKAKI YUYA!! I’m not having sex with you before I finish my worksheet!” he complains, moving around trying to stay where he is.
“You can do that later.”
“I know you well enough that I know you won’t do me just once, you idiot! How do you expect me to do my worksheet after you freaking done with me?!”
I just ignore him as I decide to grab him on the waist and lift him up. “Really, it’s not that you are the one that doing the pounding. You should stop complaining, chibi. Besides, I’m planning on having it your way. On all four, perhaps?” I ask.
And Daiki gives in. HA! See! He’s too perverted to resist.
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I swear that today is my bad day. Daiki refuses to talk to me the whole morning because he has to wake up early just to finish his worksheet before his class starts. And well, it’s definitely such a pain in the ass to wake up early, especially because it’s Daiki. Daiki doesn’t wake up early. He even finds it hard to wake up! Let alone waking up before the sun is even up (in addition, a possibility of sore butt) to do his worksheet.
Not only that, he acts as if I don’t exist during our class. He sits beside Hikaru instead of beside me like he always does. Hikaru! Among all people! Can you imagine that?! I know him too well that it’s just plain shocking to see him sitting beside Hikaru. All Yabu says to me is just to give him some time, and he will talk to me again eventually.
“Inoo, please~. Tell me if he mentioned anything to you. I can’t go back early because I have club activity and I do not want to go back home into a silent flat. Daiki is scary if he doesn’t say anything. You are his bestfriend, help me?!” I beg Inoo to spill something out when I bump into him on my way to the toilet.
Inoo just chuckles lightly at the favour I ask him. “Well, it’s about what you did last night, of course.”
“I know I know. But he seemed to enjoy it at the end, so I don’t understand why he doesn’t say a word at all. I mean, it makes more sense if he complains and keeps on yapping around about it.”
“It’s not the sex, Takaki. It’s something else. Besides, how can Daiki complain about sex, his favourite little mind subject? Not that he realizes it, but still,” Inoo grins as he forms an ‘o’ with his index finger and thumb. The sign on his hand is pretty clear. It’s just so obvious what it means.
“Money?!”
“You still don’t let him pay the furniture, don’t you? And no worries. He still yaps around all day about it. But to me, not to you. Luckily it’s really entertaining to see him accidently blabbing around about your relationship. You know, like some stuff that I actually do not have to know since it’s just too private but somehow it’s amusing to hear it. But yeah,” Inoo crosses his arms against his chest, looking amused with his own statement. Honestly, his pretty face looks really evil right now.
I look blankly at him. Is he serious?! Arggh! Now what Daiki said to him?!?! Did he say anything too shameful to be said?! I mean, my reputation is at stake if he did! There are a lot of stuff that only he knows and I can’t imagine what will happen if he tells someone else about it! You know, stuff like weird habit I have, that maybe I don’t even know myself. Or, how much I like him to whine like a girl in bed. Or.. okay, I’m being paranoid.
“I’m joking, Takaki. He didn’t slip any secret out. He was just complaining about the furniture,” says Inoo at the end.
If I don’t have any self control, I’ll be strangling Inoo to death right now.
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Finding Daiki sleeping on the bed when I get home is actually much scary than finding him there, awake, but refuses to talk to me. Daiki’s mood is worse when he just wakes up. There was one time when I tried to push his arm from me when we were sleeping because I really had to pee. Believe it or not, he actually clicked his tongue and pushed me off the bed! He said if I didn’t want him to snuggle into me when he slept, then I should not even bother sleeping on the same bed with him. Really, he’s such a short tempered midget.
And it seems that my guess is right. Right on the table in front of the TV (we don’t have dining table, to be honest), my dinner is neatly being placed, with a little note in it. I sit down and take the note before then reading it carefully. It says, I’m too lazy to cook. Daiki.. I can only sigh in defeat when I notice that what I had in front of me is just a bowl of rice with raw egg and salmon on top of the rice. Yet, I’m too tired to cook myself that I just start to dig in to my food.
Although I know that it’s such a big risk to wake Daiki up, here I am, sitting by the side of the bed after I shower. Slowly, I poke his cheek as I call out his name softly. He shifts, but ignores me.
“Ne, I really don’t want you to pay,” I say at the end.
No respond.
“Stop being childish, Daiki. It’s not such a big deal really,” I say again.
He shifts, eyes opened as he stares at me. “But..” he mumbles.
“Oh come on. You do so much more than just buying a chair and a table.”
“Like what? I don’t do anything much,” he replies me.
“Well, helping me with my study. Or scolding me when I do something totally stupid.”
“It’s just natural to do so,” he frowns, with expression pretty much looks not amused.
“Then it’s the same thing. It feels just natural to buy that table and chair for both of us. For me it’s natural to do so,” I reason out, staring at him with a smile on my face.
Daiki doesn’t say anything more but pulling me down to his side. He wraps his arms around me with face buried to my chest. I’m not sure why but all he does is just stays there and says nothing. “Daiki?” I call his name again. This time much gentler as I’m not sure what the other is currently thinking.
“I can’t stare at that one look you have,” he mumbles.
“Ehm? What look?” I ask again, still not sure what he’s talking about, with hand now stroking delicately his silky hair.
“This look,” he pokes my nose as he looks up to me. His cheeks are redder than usual, and yet he looks annoyed in the same time; as if he finds it really annoying to blush in front of me. “This deep questioning look. I don’t dare to look at it,” he added.
“Why? I don’t bite,” I chuckle.
“I know you don’t, but still.”
“Do I look scary that way?” I ask again.
“No. You look, well unbelievably, mature,” he answers hesitantly.
Ehm, did I hear that correctly?! He just called me mature. Okay, maybe just the look, but still. Mature is definitely one characteristic of human being that seems to be a false fact when being used to define me as a person. If it’s Yabu or Shoon that Daiki calls mature, it won’t be such a surprise. But me?! Did he bang his head somewhere?!
“So, mature Takaki freaks you out?!”
“No. Mature Takaki makes me blush,” he replies, with a small kick on my leg.
Ah~, I’m a happy man.
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So, after two weeks of trying to listen to him more, Daiki gradually starts to yap around a lot less than before. He speaks up his mind more often, and I find his complains much less annoying. Daiki doesn’t really complain when I buy something for the flat without asking him to pay half of it. And I don’t cut his sentence anymore.
Things go way better and it feels like before. A lot more like when we were in the dorm, but with some kisses or hugs that didn’t exist previously. Daiki still scolds me around when I’m too lazy to study, but getting smart enough to promise me some sort of reward (that I swear involves my jeans unzipped and him kneeling down in between my thighs) that the end of the day I study more often than before.
And oh, Daiki makes lunch boxes for us lately; although it’s not his turn to cook. I wonder why, but well, not that I’m complaining.
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I don't know. Love it?! Hahaha. I think this one is a little bit more serious than the other two, but I just feel that it's necessary (hint: reason for the title maybe?). I decided to give one single tag on this one-shot series, just to make things easier.
And oh, I can't stop thinking of Daiki being fucked on all four~. ROFL And how many of you were tricked at the beginning?!?! XP~.
note: this is so unedited!! I will check for mistakes when I have the time!