'Takeru, what is that?'

Taichi likes working in the library, which is totally empty on weekends. He didn't usually come by until late afternoon, but he'd been working for hours. It didn't help that Takeru was being difficult that morning. He has so many lectures to make notes for and he's running out of time. And, he's starving. And, he feels annoyed because he thinks Takeru might be mad at him- never mind, there he is.

Takeru comes forward, finding Taichi with immediate ease. In his hands is a parcel, and his bag hangs loosely off one shoulder.

'Hey.' He says, looking hesitant.

'Takeru, hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were taking the day off, or didn't you have a writing class-'

Blushing, Takeru admits, 'I had a class, but I skipped it to nap and to, um, think.'

It's always something serious when Takeru misses a class. He's one of those weirdos that studies for fun. Not to say that Taichi didn't work hard - but he learned for the sake of the information and not for the sake of having something interesting to do.

'To think, yeah?' Taichi says, beckoning Takeru to sit.

He doesn't.

'I thought you would still be mad at me… so I kinda did something…'

Taichi watches as Takeru lifts the package in his hands higher, and offers it forwards with hesitant hands.

'It's my peace offering.'

Taichi raises an eyebrow with heavy, heavy skepticism. 'Takeru, why are you giving me peace offerings if we aren't even fighting-'

'I would call the discussion we had earlier a total fight.' He says, pressing the package into Taichi's hands. It's soft, and Taichi instantly knows that he needs to hold it very delicately. It's very simple, wrapped in brown paper with string (tied in a bow on top).

'Takeru… I'm sorry I snapped at you this morning. It was nothing to do with you. You didn't have to get me anything. I'm not mad, really I'm not.'

Takeru gives him a little, accepting, sugar smile and says, 'I didn't really get you anything. But be careful when you open it.'

Taichi hurried over to an empty booth and peeled back the paper until he could get a peek inside. And then, he sighs, 'Takeru, you're going to make me fat, spoiling me like this, you know that?'

It's cake. Or well, a whole cake. Chocolate buttercream, if Taichi is correct (it's his favourite). Even though the package is still wrapped up so he can barely see the contents, Taichi can tell by the sweet smell. Takeru has the best timing.

Above him, Takeru shrugs and says, 'I knew it would make up for... for whatever I did, so -'

'I swear, you didn't do anything, you know-'

'I know.'

Takeru pulls out a fork and passes it over, and Taichi wastes no time in opening up the paper and taking a hefty bite. Through a mouthful, he moans and says, 'Did you really make this?'

Takeru isn't at all offended by the insinuation - he isn't exactly the best cook. Takeru slips his bag off his shoulder distractingly, and says, 'Mimi helped.'

Taichi makes another forkful and holds it out. 'Go on, try it.'

Takeru shakes his hands, and says, 'It's for you, dumbass.'

'I'm not going to eat an entire cake by myself. Now eat.'

He's happy; Takeru makes him real happy. Taichi's had a lot of heavy lectures recently and now more than ever he regrets being so short with Takeru - he's been anything but a hindrance and now he's too worried of pissing him off to even sit with him. He's going to remedy that right now.

He grabs Takeru's hand, and forces him to sit in his lap as he feeds him the first of many mouthfuls of chocolate cake. Takeru squeaks indignantly But allows it. To Taichi, this feels like a perfect moment.