Doumeki Shizuka was an idiot. Moreover, he was a dense idiot.
Watanuki did often get irritated with the boy and sometimes his bitching was for real. But most of it was just for show, because he was secretly terrified of the archer. He was not afraid the other would touch him. He was afraid that he never would. Damn, it was annoying.
Long ago, the bespectacled boy knew of his feelings. He seriously wasn't given enough credit! He was quite aware of a lot of things, especially how he often woke up hard in the morning from lusty dreams the night before about a very specific archer. He desired the boy and his heart beat painfully for him.
He was in love, and damn it if he didn't know it.
But a pile of wooden logs was more aware than Doumeki Shizuka. Did he not realize that his infatuation with Himawari was all an act, and he was only doing it to make the taller boy jealous? Oh sure, Himawari was cute and all, and she was very nice, but he wasn't the least interested in dating her.
And if he didn't like Doumeki, why on earth would he keep making those damn out of season bento!
"This sucks," he muttered as he stared at the closed shogi door that hid where Yuuko was currently lounging and drinking sake. He'd exhausted all his options by this time and he had no idea what else to do. He wanted Doumeki to want him back, to get him to fall in love with him in return. If it meant tacking on more work time with Yuuko to get that golden love, those eyes to look only at him and fill him with joy, then he'd gladly do it.
Because, for some reason, he loved that dense boy.
With a sigh, Watanuki slid open the thin paper door, bracing himself to face his boss.
"You wanted something, Watanuki?" She didn't turn to face him as she refilled her sake dish. His mouth shut with an audible clicking of teeth. He hated when she did that.
Strengthening his resolve, he moved to where he could look at her directly.
"I have a wish." Watanuki stated plainly.
"Oh?" The ever-present smirk Yuuko had, suddenly looked predatory. That one syllable caused him to flinch internally.
"I want Doumeki to fall in love with me." There, no he simply had to wait for the axe to fall.
Yuuko's laughter rang through the shop. "Is that all? And you were being so serious, like a soldier off to battle."
"THIS IS SERIOUS!" His knuckles cracked form how hard he had his fist clenched.
Yuuko stopped laughing, her dark voice fading like the peals of a distant bell, but her smirk never changed save to grow wider. "Of course it is, all wishes are. I just wasn't expecting this quite so soon; you were doing so well on your own."
Cerulean eyes widened a fraction, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised; Yuuko knew more about things than she would ever let on. "Well then, are you going to help me?"
"Are you willing to pay the price." The question was lighter than it normally was when she posed it.
Once more he strengthened his resolve, sealing the deal with a simple word. "Yes."
Yuuko was insane, no question about it. She was certifiable. Watanuki should have known better than to ask a yaoi fangirl for help; if it weren't for her line of work, he wouldn't have.
After the initial seriousness of asking her for help, she had been way too excited about the whole thing. Pulling stacks of shounen ai and yaoi manga from all her hiding places, and sat him down to go over them.
After the fifth or sixth manga, some of it very explicit, he put the book aside.
"Do you honestly think any of this," he swept his arm in a wide arc to elaborate just how much manga was there, "is going to help?"
"Of course it will." Yuuko replied offhandedly, flipping through a volume with an explicit content label decorating it.
Watanuki felt his eye twitch, and he snatched the book from his, obviously, preoccupied boss. "None of… of… this is even remotely realistic. Not to mention even dealing with a situation like mine." He picked up one he had gone through earlier. "Like this: Student council president forces himself on another boy, telling him to be his vice president so they can work close together." He tossed is aside and picked up another. "World renown model basically stalks one of his former colleague's little brother, saves him from being gang raped, and they fall in love." He picked up a third. "This one is about two guys who work together stealing things for different people and the gay one keeps molesting the straight one." He dropped it unceremoniously back into the pile. "It's ridiculous. If I tried forcing myself on Doumeki I'd force him away."
The look Yuuko gave him was one of amusement. "Just like I thought, you aren't a seme."
"W…What?" Watanuki sputtered, leaping to his feet. "I knew I shouldn't have come to you for help!" Snatching up his jacket, he stomped out of the shop in total fury.
He should have known that Yuuko would only belittle his wish! Having him reading manga did absolutely nothing to tell him how he was supposed to make Doumeki fall in love with him. And if by some miracle, he did, how was he supposed to tell, damn it! The man gave new meaning to the world "stoic"!
"Watanuki-kun!"
That familiar, high-pitched voice that he had learned to hate. Mokona was often another errand boy of Yuuko's. With a resigned sigh, he turned around and the black pork bun jumped into his hands neatly. He waved a little note in his tiny, strangely shaped hand and Watanuki took it.
His head nearly exploded when he read it. "I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT!"
Today sucked.