Disclaimer: I don't own Dengeki Daisy and make no profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: This is my latest drabble series modelled around the prompts for the drabble community fanfic_bakeoff on LiveJournal. Some will be oneshot length and others will be shorter, but please, enjoy!
Stretch
Kurosaki regarded Teru as she attempted to reach the top shelf in his kitchen, standing on the tips of her toes with one arm stretched above her.
He was here for the view: her skirt was lifting as she stretched, revealing more smooth skin to his devouring gaze and her top retracted from her middle baring the navel she loved to flash simply to annoy him.
Did she enjoy taunting him?
No, the question was, did he enjoy tormenting himself?
This was his entire fault; he hadn't had to make her compensate for breaking the window by being his slave. He'd known shedding the anonymity of being her 'Daisy' mail friend would only make him more obsessed with her. And, inevitably, it had.
He knew that he was torturing himself by watching without touching but didn't care. As long as he didn't hurt her he couldn't hold himself in restraints when it came to Teru, especially when she was as close as she was now.
Unable to resist any longer, Kurosaki stepped up behind her and reached an arm up to snag the rice she had been searching for. He allowed the brief moment of contact; his chest brushing against her back, allowed himself to inhale the scent of her hair, allowed himself to revel in her tiny blush. Pulling away, he surveyed a shell-shocked Teru gripping the rice tightly.
Quirking an eyebrow, he sneered at her, "You going to just stand there like that whilst your water boils over?"
Shocked, she squealed and launched herself back into action, quickly recovering her meal from the brink of culinary disaster.
"Go bald Kurosaki!" she growled, "you did that on purpose!"
Maybe he had... but he didn't regret it. He would never regret these results. Because Teru was near to him now...
End notes: This was originally published on LiveJournal on April 28th 2010 for the yield prompt, 300 words.