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Prompt: "Distraction"
They're supposed to be studying.
They've got a test coming up in a class they both don't do particularly well in and working the problems out together had seemed like an ok idea, so here they are at Takeru's apartment, backpacks and textbooks and all. Takeru is sitting on the edge of his bed and Daisuke in a chair next to his desk.
"Can you hand me that?"
Daisuke glances briefly at the notebook that Takeru's gesturing to. "Sure."
He's not sure how it happens. One moment Daisuke is walking toward him to give him his notebook and the next, he's stumbling and Takeru's sure he hears a few curse words. He looks up and—
And his back hits the mattress as Daisuke curses again. For several heartbeats, they just lay there. Takeru's too shocked to speak.
There is barely any space between them and Takeru suddenly thinks Daisuke's eyes are like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, inescapable. His heart skips a beat or two. It looks like Daisuke's going to get up for a moment.
Except he's not. He's leaning in close. Very close. So close that he can feel Daisuke's breath on his neck.
And the door's not locked, so of course Yamato—who had come over hours ago, before Daisuke had arrived—takes this as an opportunity to walk in with the intentions of telling him supper is ready.
He and Daisuke look up simultaneously the moment the door clicks open, gazing at his older brother, whose mouth is agape, eyes slightly wide; basically looking the complete opposite of the ever-cool person he's known for being.
There is a long, long pause.
Yamato mutters incoherently under his breath and shuts the door before either of them have a chance to speak.