021 – OMG!
They're curled up on the sofa, fingers interlaced when Takeru tentatively opens his swollen lips.
"We need to tell them."
Rolling over onto his back, Daisuke's liquid chocolate eyes squint, desperate for some excuse, any excuse to avoid stating what should've been obvious by now.
"It's been three months, Dai." Takeru states, a little more resolutely this time.
And it's true. They've been going out for a long three months now, and their friends, their family are none the wiser. Still pretty damn sure that the pair hate each other's guts.
Daisuke thinks that's sorta funny, because sure, they've been acting the part, but he personally thinks they've been laying it on a little thick.
Takeru climbs onto Daisuke's chest, pouts and brings out the puppy dog eyes that have never let him down. At Daisuke's resigned sigh, Takeru knows he's won.
The following day Daisuke finds himself standing under a gigantic weeping willow at the Odaiba Park, Takeru at his side. They're both very calm about it really, if you ignore the tapping foot, the grinding teeth, and Takeru's nervous twitch.
"Relax." The blond states, watching Dais ring his hands.
"Take your own advice." The latter scoffs back, and to shut him up, Takeru rolls his eyes and pecks him soundly on the lips.
Unfortunately, tensions are high, so a harmless peck quickly gets a little deeper, a little more heated and before they know it they're making out like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.
A piercing wail drowns whatever hint of arousal there had been.
They leap off each other and Miyako's standing over them, red-faced and hands in the air. "OH MY GOD!" She screams, and Takeru's kinda grateful it was Miyako who found them, at least now they don't have to worry about telling anyone.
Next up: 022: Do you believe this?