Prompt: "Skinny Jeans"

Word count: 407


With a loud sigh, Daisuke plopped down on a bench as he waited for Takeru to return from the male's dressing room. Gah, he was so bored. So fucking bored. He leveled his eyes on the mirror in front of him and glared at his reflection.

"Oi, Takeru!" he called out, annoyed. "Ya done in there yet?"

"Almost," Takeru answered immediately.

Daisuke knew that "almost" meant he'd take another fifteen minutes. His glare increased and he slammed his teeth together in impatience.

"Cheer up, Dais," Hikari said from beside him, poking him in the side with a smile. "Once Mimi's done looking at the skirts, we'll be done."

Greeeaaaat.

This day was never going to end.

Just as the teen was about to flip his lid, he heard the door click. He perked up a little as Takeru walked out of the dressing room, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they'd leave soon.

But the moment he saw Takeru, his mind went blank.

There he stood, clad in a white band T-shirt and black skinnies that outlined his sleekly muscled legs perfectly. Miyako gave a low whistle of appreciation and Hikari giggled. Daisuke just stared as he felt his face burn.

"Wow, Takeru," Miyako remarked, when Daisuke couldn't find any words to say. "Hikari was right. You do look sexy in those jeans. We are so buying those."

At this comment, Takeru blushed, mirroring Daisuke's face.

But she was right. Takeru looked… he looked… nice… Attractive, even.

No, that wasn't the right word for him. More like smoking hot.

After a moment, Daisuke realized he was still staring, open-mouthed, like a complete idiot. Hastily, he averted his gaze. He glowered when Hikari giggled again.

"What?" he snapped, his face still beet-red.

"You're blushing," the brunette teased.

Grumbling, Daisuke turned away from her and the highly attractive male in front of him. "Can we just go?" he asked miserably.

Laughing, Miyako replied, "Oh, chill, Dais. Where's your spirit? We've still got an hour to waste until lunch."

"You mean we're going to have to stay in this hell for another hour?"

Translation: he had to sit around and refrain himself from pouncing on Takeru for another hour when the blond looked like a male model?

When Miyako nodded a little too enthusiastically, Daisuke groaned.

"Please, please kill me now," he mumbled into his hands, only peeking through the cracks of his fingers to watch Takeru walk away to change.


A/N: Because let's face it, Takeru would totally look sexy in black skinny jeans.