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Are you ready to find out what Watanuki was freaking out about?! I know I am! Let's get into it!

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During dinner, someone had come in to replace the tea supplies, clean up the room and set up their futons, except that there was just one futon, upon which were two cotton yukata, two chocolates and one glossy retreat schedule.

"It's a couple's retreat, what did you expect?" asked Douemki, placidly, his hands over his ears.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?!"

"It's just sharing a bed, who cares?"

"I DO! The only person I'd ever want to share a bed with is Himawari-chan!" Doumeki stared at him silently for a full ten seconds before finally taking his hands away from his ears.

"Suit yourself, but I'm sleeping here."

"You-"

"If you want another futon I'm sure you could call the front desk and get one, but you can't tell me that wouldn't look suspicious." Now it was Watanuki's turn to glare for ten silently seething seconds. There was no arguing with this.

"Just stay far away from me," he said, to avoid admitting it. Doumeki just shrugged, picked up a chocolate and the retreat schedule and took them, along with Watanuki's dessert, out onto the back porch. Watanuki let out a cry of frustration, seized one of the yukata and stormed into the bathroom to shower and change.

When he emerged after taking as long as he possibly could, he was pleased to find Doumeki still on the back porch and out of his way. He was about to get into bed, stake out as much space for himself as possible, when, "Hey." Watanuki closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stomping out onto the porch.

"What?"

"You should look at the schedule and see what events you want to go to."

"What?" Watanuki repeated, confused rather than aggressive this time. Doumeki shoved the schedule under his nose.

"It'll look suspicious if we don't show our faces somewhere." In some trepidation, Watanuki took the schedule, opened it and looked it up and down. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but what he did see was a relief: hiking excursions, cooking classes, a boat trip, although the times blocked off for "Therapy" made his stomach contract. "Our session with a couples therapist is tomorrow after breakfast, by the way."

"I know, I just saw," replied Watanuki in profound disgust. If anything were to help his and Doumeki's relationship (his stomach heaved even thinking it) it would have to be far more drastic. "Aside from that, it doesn't seem- AH!"

"What?"

"Did you see- WHAT?! Rebuilding Intimacy?! Basics of Tantra?! Learning To Make Love?!" He pointed a shaking finger at all the after dinner events and glared at Doumeki, expecting him to be outraged as well. However, he just fixed Watanuki with his usual deadpan stare.

"Again, it's a couples retreat, what did you expect?"

"I," but Watanuki had no real answer to this, because like with the single bed, it made total sense as much as he hated to admit it. "I just didn't think they'd be so blatant about it," he muttered, heat rushing up his neck and face.

"We don't have to go to any of those if it bothers you," said Doumeki, shrugging and getting to his feet.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Doumeki faced him, his expression the same as ever, and Watanuki stiffened at how close they were to each other, at how much taller and broader Doumeki was.

"If it bothers you, we don't have to go to any of those events," he said, as though it were obvious, which Watanuki supposed it was, except- Watanuki balled his hands into fists and let out a menacing growl, but before he could actually form a come back, "Let's take that yoga class tomorrow morning, though."

"YOU CAN'T JUST-" but Doumeki was already heading back inside. The bathroom door slammed in the distance, and Watanuki yelled out into the night, "HE MAKES ME SO MAD!" However, the only responses he got were crashing waves, chirping insects and hooting owls.

Still seething, Watanuki stormed back inside, threw himself onto the futon and curled up under the blankets, staying as close to the edge as possible.

You know I've been reading and writing fanfiction a LONG time and this trope never, ever gets old.

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