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Fandom: Digimon Adventure 02
Title: Classroom Accident
Romance: Takeru x Daisuke/Daisuke x Takeru
Word Count: chapter: 1,112||story: 1,112
Genre: Romance, Friendship||Rated: R
Written For: Diversity Writing Challenge, section H23, M-rated fic; Pairing Diversity Boot Camp, #30, desire; Word Count Set Boot Camp, #6, 6,000; 28 Days of Love Challenge, any pairing; New Year's Mini-Advent, write an AU; Monthly Restrict, start with something that's not a word in an English dictionary
Note: This is an AU. Not a general human/non-Digimon oriented AU, but a magical school AU. Takeru, Daisuke, and Ken are all nineteen.
Summary: Errors in the classroom are bad enough under ordinary circumstances. But when one attends a school for magic, then mistakes can have consequences with far-reaching results.
"Takaishi! Look out!"
Takeru didn't hesitate for a second. He knew that tone of voice and it translated in his head to 'Daisuke's done something explosive again, get out of the way!'
So he did. He dodged left and ducked down, tense until whatever it was splatted against the far wall and slid to the floor with a squish. When nothing else happened for about a full minute, he slowly got up, attention going right to where Daisuke stood over what had been his cauldron and was now a wrecked mess with a trail of something an unnatural shade of violet oozing from it.
At least this time it wasn't the kind of 'ooze' that meant they needed to chase after it and make sure it wasn't going to eat or dissolve anything that would object to being eaten or dissolved. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened, though it wasn't always with Daisuke.
Takeru preferred not to think about the time his own potion had blown up in a very spectacular way. That had been in his first year, anyway, and they were beyond that. Or should have been. Most of them were.
But Daisuke stared down at the remains of his work again and then started to clean it up with that usual grin of his that Takeru could never decide if it made him furious or made him … something else. Something he didn't want to think about because this was Motomiya Daisuke, who wasn't the worst student at the Eldritch College, but wasn't the best, and didn't care about either one.
Takeru cared. Not so much about being the worst or not being the best, but he wanted to do something that would make his family proud of him, something that he would hopefully be good at. So he told himself that any interest he had in Daisuke would just have to wait until they were both out of school and Daisuke had achieved some kind of maturity.
Besides, even if that happened, Daisuke was somewhat already spoken for.
Ichijouji Ken peered at the mess before he turned amethyst eyes toward Daisuke, the side of his mouth quirking up. "You forgot the snail shells, didn't you?"
Daisuke rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks tingeing in a way that made Takeru jerk his head to the side and get back to his own work as fast as he could. "I guess so." That didn't stop Takeru from hearing what was going on.
At least until they lowered their voices. Takeru could've thanked them. He really didn't want to hear them talking to each other. He didn't dislike Ken, not at all. But Ken was so absolutely perfect and if Daisuke had looked away from him socially for ten minutes in a row from the moment they'd laid eyes on one another, Takeru didn't know about it.
The teacher cleared her throat. "You have fifteen minutes to finish. Please try not to rush. A rushed potion very seldom works properly."
Takeru paid attention to his potion. Everything looked just the way that it should. The scent floating up from it spoke of gardenias and lilies and it gleamed a perfect pearl-blue. If he'd done everything right, then this potion would grant enhanced stamina and endurance for somewhere between six to eight hours.
It's done. He reached over to get a sample bottle so the potion could be tested.
That was where everything changed.
When he'd come into class he'd dropped his bag underneath his desk like always. Most students did that; no one wanted their bags to get too close to someone else's, in case of ingredients and other magical tools interacting. Not to mention there were always jokers who would think it was hilarious to cast minor hexes on someone's possessions. Nothing very dangerous, since that could get someone expelled, but practical jokes on the level of turning someone's hair a rainbow of colors or giving someone minor bad luck for a couple of hours.
When he'd ducked under to get away from Daisuke's explosion, he'd nudged his bag out of the way without even thinking about it. And now his foot caught in it, tangling around the strap and sending him stumbling forward.
Under most circumstances this wouldn't have done anything at all beyond be slightly embarrassing. But today wasn't Takeru's day at all it seemed, and as he fell, his hand knocked against the cauldron, tipping it over.
Daisuke, still cleaning up his own mess, turned just then and set a pile of washcloths drenched with whatever it was he'd done to his potion on the far side of the table, just as Takeru's potion spilled, cascading into that pile.
The moment his potion touched those washcloths, something sparked in bright red and cold blue, spinning together for a few seconds before an explosion twice as loud as the one before rang. Neither Takeru or Daisuke had time to move a muscle before whatever the combination of potion and potion-drenched washcloths created slammed into both of them.
Warmth swept all through Takeru, unlike anything he could remember feeling in his entire life. A sweet, supporting warmth, followed by a lash of heat. The heat didn't burn, it only ignited, and Takeru groaned, recognizing what it was at once.
"Daisuke," he said, struggling to form words as his vision cleared and he realized he needed to stand up, "that had to be more than some missing snail shells."
The only answer he received was a groan that sounded much like he felt: hot, bothered, and dreading what could come from this.
"Motomiya! Takaishi!" The teacher stood there now, spinning the remains of the cloud from the explosion out and looking at both of them in concern. "Are you all right?"
Daisuke waved one hand a little carelessly, staring at his chest and stomach where the second explosion drenched him in blue. It really wasn't his color, Takeru decided, then pulled his thoughts back on track as Daisuke answered. "I'm fine."
"You're not," Takeru said, straightening himself up. "And neither am I. We're not going to be fine until..." He hated having to say this. It sounded so stupid. Why did this even have to happen?
"Until?" From the folded arms and cocked eyebrow, Ken knew perfectly well what the rest of the sentence was. Why he didn't say it himself Takeru didn't know. But someone had to.
"If you're feeling the same way I am, then this means we're going to have to have sex."
From the look on Daisuke's face, Takeru didn't think that was at all the best news he'd had today.
To Be Continued
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