032 – What a feeling.
Their first date was exceptionally awkward, as first dates tend to be. It was shy and tense and maybe it was sorta repressed, but the whole night Daisuke fidgeted uncomfortably, and Takeru was flushed and embarrassed and the attempts at conversation were flimsy and pathetic on both counts.
Takeru had kinda asked Daisuke out, only not in that many words. It was all blushes and shaking fingers, and Daisuke's throat had constricted so hard that he'd hardly been able to respond. So they'd gone out the night after, to some D-grade film festival in a shoddy picture-theatre in the heart of Odaiba.
Neither of them had enjoyed it, although Daisuke still thinks that the film with the man-eating platypus was downright hilarious.
Takeru doesn't really remember the films, or the food poisoning that followed a plastic bag of questionably coloured popcorn. He remembers how he felt though…how despite the awkwardness and the fidgeting and the not being able to meet each others eyes…he still remembers how right it had felt, and how maybe he wouldn't mind doing this again.
When they go on dates now, some thirteen years later, they're few and far between, and neither of them are tense or flushed, rather they spend the first half of their date arguing over where to go, and the second half making out in the back seat of their car.
Next up: 033 - Bitch/Devil
AN: Ok, so I'm thinking of writing an actual Daikeru fic gasp. It'll be pretty light hearted, but not without it's angsty moments...it'll tie in with a lot of these drabbles. Anyone interested in beta'ing it?