Daisuke woke up in a strangely confused daze. It wasn't like that everyday. Usually, his senses kicked in immediately after opening his eyes. Although he was a bit worried about that he didn't mind at all the slightly wistful morning feeling he used to get back in the days. And since when did his hormones start kicking involuntarily again?

Sighing he turned of his alarm and jumped off the bed, feeling something off about this day. He shook his head and downed the thought before going to the bathroom outside. Inside the tiles felt unusually warm and the air was steamy and moist. Usually it would've been cold due to the night. For a second he thought someone might have used his bathroom, but disposed of that thought away as well. He pulled his boxers down, unleashing his throbbing member, and got into the glass shower stall. He stepped away from the stream of water just as he turned shower knob and felt the temperature with his hands, finding it odd that the water was cooler than it usually had been, again like somebody had used it recently.

He hummed in pleasure when the water hit his head and traveled down his body though, and soon that thought was long forgotten. He let some shampoo squeeze from the bottle onto his palm and rubbed them onto his dark auburn hair, massaging his scalp and running fingers through his hair until it rinsed out. His hands did a bit of exploring with the bar of soap, running over his abdomen, along his arms and around onto the small of his back. He ran it over the cheeks of his behind, rubbing both his palms around it. This made him hot, and soon he was giving his aching member the attention it was jumping for.

He stroked languidly, letting the soap ease the friction, and started moving his hips and thrusting into his circled palm. He was thinking of some girl, probably from the past, because he couldn't put a face on her. All that mattered was that she was naked, and they were getting animalistic in his mind. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and his breathing was short, his left hand now fisting furiously as his right caressed his torso. It didn't take ten minutes before his grunt of a release splat onto the glass stall, the force of it erasing the fact from his mind that the girl changed into a guy at the last moment.

Fully satisfied, as if he were on cloud nine, he stepped off the showers and dried himself. He'd never had a shower like that in a while. His body was now eased of tension and stress, and he smiled like a silly lunatic because of it. Wrapping a towel around his waist he proceeded towards the kitchen.

Another oddity he brushed off was the fact that the door opposite his room was closed, but he didn't think much about it and continued down the hall until he reached the kitchen.

Now that was weird. He didn't remember cleaning last night, and from the looks of it, the piles of dishes in the sink were gone and the floor was noticably glowing. He looked around and saw an unwashed skillet on the stove. After that he noticed a plate covering another plate, with a note stuck on top of it. He stared at it warily for five seconds before walking over and reading it.

they're good. Some corned beef and potato omelettes.
-Takeru

The name sent memories of last night surfacing his mind. He internally cursed himself. He wasn't some drunk and high person who had just sobered up, and yet he just remembered all of this.

Takaishi was rooming with him now, hence the locked room and the used bathroom, and now...the clean kitchen? And breakfast? Daisuke was mildly surprised. Takaishi...Takeru did this. He was distantly confused as he lifted the plate cover, but one sniff of the steam coming from the food sent his mouth salivating. The old grandfather clock between the dining room and the living room chimed, signaling eight o'clock. Classes start in fifteen minutes.

Shit, he thought. He must have taken too long in the shower. He shrugged and defiantly stabbed an omelette piece with a fork.

No use in these going to waste.

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It was a hot day for Takeru, maybe because of the cloudless sky, maybe because the airconditioning was down, or maybe due to the usual stares he was getting. To think after a day he'd get used to this was optimistic of him. He always didn't like to be the center of attention, and just working in the sidelines was good enough for him.

But being called into demonstration by his morning teachers was just overwhelming. Like a prize on display he was thrown questions a normal acceleree wouldn't have answered, yet Takeru was grateful he got an early morning start for some reading.

He even had time to spruce up the less than satisfying kitchen. It needed cleaning, and Takeru felt that Daisuke wouldn't be up for the job anytime soon. So he took out the pail, scrubs and cleaning products that he guessed right were below the sink. He immediately set off to work and not thirty minutes into the job did the sun rise and he was done. Wiping a sweaty brow he put the implements away and started to heat a pan, taking a can from his room and opening it. He cooked high quality beef corned just right, and also fried a batch of fries which he later coated in a special secret recipe scrambled egg mix, reading his Shakespeare as he did so.

It had turned out perfectly, and for some reason he had subconsciously cooked a batch for two. He must have absently thought about his new roommate, which was thankfully not too hostile with the news last night. As a peace offering he covered the food with a plate and stuck a note, before heading for the bathroom to shower.

He timed it so that he left quickly, and had run out the dormitory door right as Daisuke's alarm went off.

He snapped off his musings when Mr Natsuki fired off a particularly analytic question that a normal reader would have missed in McBeth. He asked Takeru which kind of irony was the most prominent in the book.

"The irony is, in my opinion sir, that McBeth and Banquo had set towards different paths after learning of the three Witch's prophecies, both trying in vain to avoid the predicted outcome, while in the process crossing paths again and ultimately fulfilling it."

Mr Natsuki raised a piqued eyebrow, but said nothing else. He ignored Takeru for the rest of the class after that. Hikari smiled at him and and said a hearty 'nice job' while Miyako batted her eyelashes. Takeru chuckled and shrugged it off as they started off for lunch.

As he turned from the third music room he bumped into a sandy-blonde haired boy. The teen's binder flew away from his hands and papers scattered onto the floor. Takeru, stuttering out his apologies dropped to the ground and carefully collected one paper after the another, leaving a small smile playing on Ruka's lips in amusement.

He also went down and gathered some of his history papers, smiling at Takeru. "You don't have to apologize. I was the one going so fast." He tried his best to be open and warm to Takaishi. After all, he doesn't have much friends yet--those were admirers. And Dai was just making things hard for him, so why not?

"I-I could have been more careful..." Takeru muttered, ducking his head as he jabbed the papers at Ruka's direction. Ruka laughed as the bell rang.

"Come to lunch with me. Let's eat together."

Takeru stared. Not knowing what to do with the staightforwardness, he nodded jerkily and bolted straight up. "Y-yeah, sure, umm..."

"Ruka. Ruka Nogi."

Ruka's amusement didn't dwindle as they arrived at the cafeteria. As usual, people were staring at him, but this time with more intensity because Takaishi was trailing behind him. They got their food from the line and then made their way towards a table at the center of the room. Everyone started whispering when Ruka pulled Takeru a chair and sat down next to him.

"You look like a drowned puppy, you know that? Ease up. You'll get used to it," Ruka said conversationally while using a fork to eat salmon.

Takeru relaxed marginally when out of nowhere Tsubasa plopped down next to him and started eating as well. He gave Takeru a very messy grin and Takeru chuckled. Tsubasa's eyes then went to Ruka, and then locked in place.

Silence.

"Tsubasa-sempai."

"Ruka-chan."

And then both of them continued eating. The following silence that hung around wasn't the awkward kind, rather it was just the 'I don't have anything to say at the moment' kind, and Takeru knew that. It must have meant that besides the fact that he had seen Ruka hanging around with Daisuke, which he was sure Tsubasa had seen as well, Tsubasa didn't mind at all that he was sitting with Takeru and eating lunch.

Now this little bout of unspoken truce about particulary nothing sparked something in Daisuke as he entered the cafeteria with his usual fangirls. He wouldn't admit to anyone that it was...was, in a sense, some form of jealousy, and he reassured himself, without of course breaking his cool exterior, and prayed to the higher being that it was Ruka he was feeling this for.

Why would he care that Takeru was laughing at Ando's nasty face or that Ruka was amused as well?

And then, due to some strange phenomenon, half of the room subconsciously decided to put their forks in their mouths simultaneously, dying the chatter down by, well, half, which then caused Takeru's laughter to be easily heard.

And unbeknowst to him something just clicked inside his head, which he would've thought beyond a reasonable doubt as the sappy, unrealistic part of his brain, something that felt and was sure that that laughter had to be one of the most musical and enadearingly captivating sound he had ever heard. He immediately cursed himself for even riding that completely insane train of thought, derailed that thought with mental TNT and nitroglyceride, and had a ten second coma. (A/N: Got overexcited, sorry )

His fingers, gripping his tray of food, were twitching. If people weren't there he would've slammed it on his face instantly.

Why?

Why is that dreadful, mirthful diaphragm contraction enrapturing him, when he's been obviously through tons of relationship issues enough that it had placed his status on terminal hold--

"Ahaha, Tsubasa-sempai, stop! You're going to make me spill food all over the table!" Takeru bellowed happily.

Daisuke took one hand off his tray and clutched at his heart painfully.

It was hormones he was sure of. He'd been with a guy before, it wasn't anything new. He'd just been sexually dormant for too long, and that morning release might have been the trigger. Yeah, that was it, he was positive. The laugh was just... passable to him.

And then Takeru followed Ruka's stunned gaze, leading, to Daisuke's shock, to, well, Daisuke. Takeru retained his mirthful glow and smiled genuinely at Daisuke.

"Crappidy crap crap." he said breathlessly.

"What?" Some of the girls said, but Daisuke didn't hear it--he was already off the scene.

A/N: I'm sorry this is too short~! I'm working on it so that it's a day long, but my mental capacity can't handle such as of now. Sorry! OH and,, you might notice my writing style chnages dramatically. It's because of influence from other fiction stories. Didn't copy them, I just got their emotional....thingies. Review please!