moonsheen

Just for the heckuvit.

Tokiha Takumi walked in on the sound of heavy breathing from across the curtain. He’d been about to announce himself, but no sooner had his foot crossed into Home Territory, his roommate’s voice snapped like a whipcord, rough and husky:

“Ha--You’re back early.”

Takumi stopped, blinked, then let out a quiet hum and bent over to set his bags down. “Ah, yes. Neesan had to run. Um.” He paused, eyes nearly level with the bottom of the curtain, which was rippling at regular intervals. “…but if Akira-kun would like some privacy right now…?”

“I—ha—What.” Something heavy hit the floor. The cloth stilled. “What.” It flew upwards, Akira emerging in sweats and a fierce glare to match an equally fierce flush. “I’m doing push-ups--”

Takumi tried not to smile, rubbing the back of his head in a proper show of bashfulness. “With your books on your back, I know.”

Akira stopped.

“…and I know Akira-kun always likes his privacy!” Takumi tipped his head quite curiously and, failing to keep the grin at bay, settled for trying not laugh. “What did you think I meant?”

Akira bristled, beginning with a “YOU. THAT. I—“and ending with a “...is that dinner?” -- with eyes on the groceries.

“And dessert,” Takumi confirmed.

The matter was given due process. “You live,” Akira decided, and whirled with an impressive woosh of ponytail.

“You can use my history textbook if you’d like--”

“Don’t push it. ”

“…I’ll get things started, then.”