Like Brother, Like Brother
Author's Note: Set after Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna. A spiritual successor to my fic, "Kindness". Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.
Pairings: Pre-slash Daisuke x Takeru. Referenced established Taichi x Yamato, one-sided (canon) Koushiro x Mimi.
Summary:
"Like brother, like brother." Or so the saying goes.
Taichi loved Yamato's cooking. Extra points if Yamato paid for his beer.
Takeru loved his brother's cooking, but didn't like coming between Taichi and Yamato, because he'd rather black out the awkward Sunday he accidentally almost came between one of their kisses.
"Find yourself a man who'll cook you a hot meal like Yamato does for Taichi."
Someone told him that. He forgot who. He also couldn't remember the honorifics, which would've shortened the list of suspects.
Miyako, he guessed.
Find a man…huh?
It wouldn't be a problem for Takaishi Takeru, lady-killer extraordinaire!
Are you aware the word "extraordinaire" is a loanword from French? That's the kind of conversation starter Takeru dished out to win over the honeys. He hadn't tried before, but presumably, it'd fly with the fellas too (this was Takeru!).
Koushiro-san wasn't past his hang-ups with Mimi-san and oolong tea, despite the stress of running a company.
Jo-san was always on call, often brushing off the guidance of those in his profession to eat healthy.
Ichijouji-kun ate where others dragged him, seldom dining at home anymore.
Iori-kun still got sweets from his mom.
So by process of elimination, one option remained.
"Daisuke-kun, can you make me ramen?"
"If you'll make a trip to Ai-Mart and pick up some Hondashi."
Find yourself a man? Takeru applauded himself. Found one!
Waiting for the door click, Daisuke tittered.
Heh heh. Find yourself a man who'll cook you a hot meal like Yamato-senpai does for Taichi-san.
Subliminal messaging ruled!