Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, the concept, or its characters. They belong to Bandai, Toei Animation, Saban... maybe others as well. I'm merely using them for my own personal enjoyment. Please don't sue
Notes: This is a response to one of nine prompts that a friend left in my LiveJournal. The prompt used here is: accidental touches.
I don't feel this drabble really conveyed what I was aiming for. I may try to expand on it later on.
This takes place a little after season two.
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Don't
By: Daystar-chan
There were no words involved: it was simply a matter of Daisuke was in his way, and Taichi needed to get past him to the showers. (One-sided Daichi)
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There were no words involved: it was simply a matter of Daisuke was in his way, and Taichi needed to get past him to the showers. When Daisuke had turned to look at him, startled at feeling what he hoped had been Taichi's hand brushing against him, Taichi merely grinned and walked off.
Daisuke stared at Taichi's slowly shrinking back, a puzzled expression on his face. Was he even aware of what had happened? The look on his face said he was, but Daisuke was sure he would've said something... then again, it was probably just a part of him hoping for as much.
Shaking his head, Daisuke returned to his earlier task of pulling his shorts on. There was no point in making it out to be anything more than an accident unless Taichi brought it up. Though Daisuke did have to admit that the tingling sensation in his back where Taichi's arm had touched was something new...
'No.' Daisuke quickly tossed the thought aside and pulled his t-shirt from his locker with a little more force than necessary.
"Easy there, Dai. You shouldn't rip up a shirt that nice."
Daisuke opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat as he suddenly felt a warm, wet arm around his shoulders. There was a brief moment afterwards where his face felt like it was on fire; he was sure it had something to do with the taller boy against him.
"Taichi-senpai?"
"Hmm?"
Daisuke looked up to see another smile on his face, and his heart fluttered. 'No. Don't make it out to be anything more than it seemed. Don't, don't, don't -'
"I'm glad you decided to practice with us today," he mumbled finally, shrugging Taichi's arm off. He suddenly felt very foolish, and the look Taichi was giving him now only made it worse.