Drabble
Word Count: 245
Rating: PG
Characters: Yamato, Daisuke (hints at Yamasuke)
Summary: This is what happens when Yamato chooses the movie.
A/N: I really feel like writing Yamasuke, but somehow I can't find the right way to make it work the way I want it to. Oh well, here's a bit of success.
His eyes were slowly closing. At any moment, the brunette would be dead asleep. Encased by a thin fleece and with the secure feeling of another's warm form beside him, Daisuke allowed himself to tilt to the side.
Yamato didn't realize that the younger was drifting out of consciousness. He was almost completely captivated by the movie; unlike Daisuke, he enjoyed thick plots with twists and plenty of conflict.
He would have jumped and gasped when Michelle finally revealed that she shot Jake, but he was suddenly distracted by the feeling of a forehead pressing into his shoulder. The blonde instinctively shivered.
What should he do? In the back of his mind, Yamato seriously debated lightly pushing the brunette off of him and letting him fall to the left. But something else frowned at that idea.
Staring at the sleeping boy lying against him, Yamato carefully settled himself into the couch more comfortably. With delicate precision, he lifted his arm so Daisuke would move onto his chest. His arm now free, there was nowhere else for it to go but around the younger.
As Yamato's hand rested on Daisuke's shoulder, the brunette's eyes fluttered. Struggling between awareness and slumber, Daisuke made a small shift to lift himself up. Yamato, afraid that this would occur, began to run his fingers in a circular movement.
Daisuke, lulled back to shut eyes, only snuggled closer to the blonde and sighed lightly.
A small smile fluttered onto Yamato's face.