054 – Shirt
One day, Daisuke bought a shirt which he really had doubts about.
It was exceptionally tight, dark and kinda shiny. There are a thousand other terms he could use to describe it, but he's sorta dumb, and the whole vocabulary thing has always been more of Takeru's…thing.
So he bought this shirt against his better judgement, and that worried him a bit, as he doesn't tend to listen to the quieter voice in his head. (The loud one, y'know, the one he normally listens too, had been screaming "NO, NO! Do you want to look that gay?!")
He slid it on and wore it home though, ignoring the curious looks he got as he walked down the street. Worse comes to worse, he can always say he's going to a Halloween party.
Sliding the key into the lock, anxiety starts to pummel through his veins, and maybe he's sorta unsure of what exactly Takeru is going to say.
He doesn't have to wonder though, as in a matter of seconds the door is flung open, and Takeru stands opposite him, blond hair hidden beneath a green bandana.
"Huh." Takeru says, eyes wide, and Daisuke shifts uncomfortably, running a tanned hand through his hair.
The next series of events happened so quickly, that the red-head lost track of exactly how it all occurred, but really, all you need to know is that it involved a fair amount of sex.
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