a/n: Follow up of "Birdie" from Paper Flowers. Thank you for reading. :)

Prompt: "Awkward"


Yamato knows that Takeru isn't exactly straight.

He's known if it for a while, actually. Even before Daisuke had visited him to tell him about their relationship a few days ago, he had his suspicions. He respects that he and Daisuke don't appreciate being labeled as strictly homosexual, so he hasn't pushed it. Although sometimes he believes that Takeru is still confused, that he's still uncertain, and that's why he hasn't come to Yamato yet.

And he's ok with that. But that doesn't mean he's not concerned because he knows that Takeru's relationship with Daisuke is getting serious. If it isn't, then Daisuke wouldn't have come over to tell him so.

He's invited his brother over so they can talk. The thing is, Takeru doesn't exactly know what he's here for. But Yamato's sure he has an idea. Sitting across from him now, Takeru looks like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"He told you," his younger brother murmurs quietly.

"Yeah," Yamato answers. "He did."

"He thinks you're out to get him now."

"I'm not."

"That's not what he said."

"Ok, so I may have said a few things." Yamato smiles, but it fades as he pauses, trying to meet his brother's gaze. "Hey. I'm up here."

Takeru looks up slowly, but he doesn't maintain eye-contact. He looks at his fingers, and Yamato sighs.

"I'm not mad. I just wanted to ask you a few things."

"What kind of things?"

"Like if you guys are sure this is what you want," he replies. "Or if everything is going ok. You guys are young. Are you being... careful?"

Takeru blinks, confused. "What do you mean?"

Yamato isn't sure how to word this. He doesn't want to ask it but at the same time, he needs to, so he clears his throat a little. "You guys... well, are you... you're not doing anything... intimate, right?"

Takeru covers his face with his hands, probably to hide the pink tint dusting his cheeks. "We are not going to have this conversation, Nii-san."

Yamato frowns a little, feeling offended. "I just want to—"

"It's ok," Takeru interrupts. "We're fine, we're working things out, and..." He hesitates for a long moment. "Are we done talking?"

Yamato still isn't sure if he'll ever get an answer from his brother, so he drops it. Sort of. "Fine, yeah. But it's for your own safety—"

"I know."

"Would you rather I ask Dad to tell you?"

Takeru pales significantly at that. His eyes widen, his blush deepening. He crosses his arms on the table and rests his head on them, mumbling something that Yamato doesn't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"I said," Takeru starts, "we haven't done anything... like that."

Yamato grins inside his head. Good.