Prompt: mp3 players
DoumekixWatanuki, prompt: mp3 players, for star_flare
"WHAT'S THAT?!" Watanuki demanded. Trust Watanuki to make everything sound like an accusation. Or a crime. Doumeki removed one of the earphones and gave him a questioning look. Or what seemed like a questioning look. One could never really know.
Watanuki knew, apparently. "Are you even listening to me?"
"I'm listening. To the music."
"Well I was talking to you and YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LISTEN!" Watanuki snatched the earphones from Doumeki's hand and placed them in his own ears.
Waves. Waterfalls. A stream. What?
Watanuki gave them back and stomped to the direction of their classroom. "You are so weird."
***
Before Watanuki could open his mouth to say something nasty, Doumeki said "Oi, hurry up" and plugged his earphones in again.
The walk home was silent. Too silent. Watanuki gripped his bag and fought the urge to hurl it at Doumeki's face when they reached his apartment.
***
"Why do you keep on using that, anyway?" Watanuki asked. It was the rare occasion when Doumeki actually put down his mp3 player, right after archery practice.
"It makes me relax." Doumeki said simply.
"Relax, huh." Watanuki said, before Doumeki succumbed to his own universe. Well, they were in fourth year, and things were getting difficult, with the amounts of schoolwork they had. Not to mention college applications. Plus, archery competitions were probably stressful.
Yeah.
***
"What's the matter, Watanuki-kun?" Yuuko purred. She was drinking sake, which was usual, and smiling eerily, which was also nothing out of the ordinary. Her lipstick was smeared, however, and she could barely get up, which meant that she had breached the highest standards of Yuuko-drunkenness and was beyond salvation.
"Watanuki is jealous of Doumeki's mp3 player." Mokona supplied helpfully.
"I AM NOT JEALOUS."
"Oh, such pure emotion!"
"HOW COULD I BE JEALOUS OF AN OBJECT. It's a thing he sticks up his ears, for crying out loud!"
"And it's something he listens to, everyday." Yuuko said solemnly. He wondered how she could switch back and forth from rampaging woman to infuriating, all-knowing sorceress.
"Hah!" Watanuki marched to the kitchen, "Like I care."
***
They were walking home in silence again. Watanuki could practically hear the music from Doumeki's player, even if he was two feet ahead of him. Some acoustic guitar thing. Doumeki must've put in on full volume.
This was getting annoying.
***
Watanuki set up a picnic that day, but Himawari was down with the flu, so it was just the two of them, outside the building, under the shade.
Watanuki didn't like the silence at all. It was awkward, tense; like most nights spent alone in his apartment. Like life before Yuuko-san, and...
Doumeki reached for his bento, but Watanuki lifted it away. They looked at each other. Watanuki gestured at his ears, a determined expression on his face.
Doumeki took the earphones off. "I want my bento."
God, he was blunt. "I want you to listen to me." He said firmly.
"Okay."
"And I want you to never use that again."
"Okay." Doumeki's seemed like he was grinning, though his face was blank. "What do you want to say?"
"What?"
"What do you want me to listen to?"
"Oh," Watanuki rubbed his nose, looking embarrassed. "Me. I want you to listen to me.
...Just me."
There was something weird about Doumeki's face, something that made him look strangely attractive, so Watanuki slammed the bento back on the picnic mat and bowed his head, hiding the blush. "Besides, it's completely rude to not listen while someone is talking, you asshole."
Watanuki ranted on and on while Doumeki ate quietly, eyes and ears and everything, just every part of him focused solely on Watanuki.