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[there are some things that Gaku finds himself adjusting to more easily than he thought he might with TRIGGER's new living arrangements. having the refrigerator fully stocked with things other than leftovers and booze, for example. there are other things, unfortunately, that have been had of a learning curve— namely, Tenn's inability to understand what a closed door means in a house full of men.

he and Ryuu have speculated on how this came to be. it's been years since Tenn lived with Riku, after all, and even then, it's hard to imagine Idolish7's genuinely angelic center doing that kind of thing, prepubescent hormones or not.

(that's about as far as the conversation ever gets, because it feels too much like tempting fate when Tenn could be just around any corner)

so while Gaku's reflexes have been forced to improve, thanks to Tenn's terrible roommate habits, there's only so much he can do with that little warning. which, in this case, means throwing a sheet over his lap and slamming pause on what's very obviously an Adult kind of video that's currently displayed on his computer screen.]

—Tenn, not now.

[ With the kind of songs they sing and the kind of image that TRIGGER has, it would be some kind of wonder if Tenn didn't know about nefarious things. He's been groomed to be the perfect idol, but, still -- he's nineteen. He knows what tugging it is. He just, very unfortunately, not very versed in the culture of 'if there's a sock, don't even knock'.

Gaku upon his entrance scuttling to move is one thing, but ... his computer screen is in plain view, and so is ... well, the entirety of the actress in the video. Instead of turning bright red, apologizing, and slamming the door like some people might, a slow smirk makes it's way across his face. ]

...Oh?

So even you do this.

[of course Tenn doesn't have the common decency to avoid eye contact, close the door, and pretend he never saw anything. no, behaving like any normal teenage boy is far too much to ask of Kujou Tenn, and now Gaku has to have a conversation with his unit's center while his dick is still flying at full-mast.]

What, and you don't?

Isn't that question too bold?

[ He isn't leaving. He's crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, smug. ]

[of course he isn't leaving, and now Gaku's frustration is only becoming more and more intense with each passing second he has to stare at Tenn's aggressively smug expression.

he should really, at least, close the video, but that would involve breaking eye contact, which is tantamount to admitting defeat.]

You're going to ask me that after barging in here unannounced? Were you trying to catch me doing something?

[ He lifts up the jacket, to bring attention to it. ]

This was in the living room. I was returning it.

[ a beat ]

An OL-san, huh? That's cliche.

I didn't ask you to do that.

[not that Gaku doesn't appreciate Tenn's little housewife act the rest of the time, admittedly, but they were reaching a pretty clear limit here.]

Since when are you an expert on AV tropes? That doesn't mesh with your image— either of them.

You don't need to have a browser history full of debauchery like yours to know about the trope of an office lady in AV.

[it's unfortunate that arguing with Tenn is, for some inexplicable reason, not taking any of the proverbial wind out of his sails here, but that's clearly not something that needs to be closely examined at the moment.]

I'm not about to get lectured on something like this by a brat like you.

...

It must be so hard for you.

[ did tenn just make a pun? yes, because catching gaku in moments of weakness where he isn't as cool as the media would like him to think is always golden, even if it's the slightly awkward situation of catching him while he masturbates. ]

[without Ryuu here to defuse this situation, there really isn't anything Gaku can do but keep rising to all of Tenn's bait. which inevitably means saying something that really doesn't make a whole lot of sense to anyone not currently ten seconds from bashing a modern day angel's punk ass face in.]

You're not funny. Now are you going to leave, or are you planning to just stand there and watch me?

Are you into that?

[ They usually spat, but it usually isn't over something like this -- usually isn't this ... juicy, so to say, and even with it's subject matter, Tenn doesn't particularly feel like walking away. ]

[while Tenn's initial mocking was expected, his insistence in continuing this verbal slap fight is starting to edge into something that goes beyond their normal squabbles. Gaku doesn't quite know what to make of it, which is probably why he keeps pretending like he's seriously entertaining any of this.

really, that's the only reason.]

Voyeurism's as cliche as you can get, isn't it?

[ He's making up excuses for himself each time he speaks. He'll never catch Gaku in a situation this vulnerable but harmless again. If he leaves he loses. Gaku should have been more careful.

He refuses to even think about acknowledging that there could be more weight behind this. ]

It's about on the same level as an OL-san.

[this is definitely edging into Weird territory now, but Tenn still isn't leaving, and Gaku's dick is still hard, so really, even as a responsible adult, Gaku can't be blamed for anything that happens.

he leans back in his chair, letting out a still heavily annoyed sigh.]

Then that puts you on the same level as me, Tenn. I'm not the one trying to catch people in the act.

I just brought you your jacket, it's you who didn't lock his door. Did you leave this as bait to lure me in here ... ? It seems like Japan's Most Desired Man has desires of his own...

—now that's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Don't flatter yourself so much, brat.

[unfortunate that Gaku is still rising to all of Tenn's bait while trying to play cool. he lasted for all of five seconds, which honestly, might still be some kind of record for him.]

[ This has gotten weird to a level that Tenn doesn't know how comfortable he's with, and so he steps further into Gaku's room to ---- toss his jacket over his head, and take the L on this game of gay chicken. ]

Aah...

Well, have fun, Gaku.

[ and then leaves, before this gets even weirder! ]

[good!

except!

there's no way Gaku can actually get off now, after that exchange. not that he really tries, because touching his dick again after having a verbal sparring match with Tenn somehow feels— a way he doesn't even want to get into. he figures that the awkwardness will pass, just like every other uncomfortable situation he's gotten into with Tenn over the past 3 years.

but it doesn't.

their day to day interactions are fine— beyond the few knowing smirks Tenn shoots him when certain subjects come up in conversation, their interactions are normal. their interactions aren't the issue. it's just that any time Gaku tries to have some private adult unwinding time he just ... can't stop thinking about Tenn. no matter what material he tries to distract himself with, his mind keeps wandering back to his center.

he brushes it off the first time it happens, and the second, but by the third he's running out of excuses. Kujou Tenn's ruined a lot of things for Gaku in their relatively short time together, but making guest appearances during his crank session fantasies is crossing a line.

needless to say, the stress is making Gaku irritable. his normally short temper is markedly even easier to set off— meaning if that if it takes him longer than 5 minutes to find something he's looking for in the kitchen, he's going to start yelling.]

Tenn, where did you put the sesame oil? I thought I told you to stop moving things around!

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[ Tenn, on the other hand, has little idea what Gaku is experiencing. He's gone on life as normal, has actually been more mindful of barging into rooms where someone may be chopping wood. It was awkward, and the way that he felt while chiding Gaku over something like that wasn't something he had much mind to think about exploring.

He's reading idly in the living room, but sighs loudly with a roll of his eyes when he hears bottles clatter, cupboard doors slam. Gaku has been on edge, recently -- He's been angrier than normal, and shouting over something as simple as misplaced foodstuffs has been common practice. It's getting more than annoying -- especially after he'd come to think that TRIGGER could, maybe, live together in organic warmth and safety. ]

It's still on the second shelf. You're not looking hard enough.

No it's not—

[he glances back to where Tenn suggests and ... yes, it is right there, hidden behind another bottle of cooking oil.

Gaku just has to sigh, turning away from the shelf and running a hand through his hair before he looks over at Tenn.]

We need to talk.

...

About what? Your attitude?

[ he couldn't say that this was sudden-- nobody could. Gaku has been short-fused, even when Tenn isn't egging him on, but ... he can't actually think about why, and Tenn isn't exactly one to start up emotional conversations. ]

... yes.

[Gaku has to consciously squash the instinctive urge to say 'no', instantly on edge just from Tenn's tone.]

We need to clear the air about something.

[ gaku actually admitting to that is ... strange, so Tenn sets down his book, crossing his arms and looking up at the man. ]

I'm listening.

... I think we need to have a discussion about privacy, since you're not used to living with men your own age.

[you're right drea, there is no way to start this conversation without being weird, so it's time to be really indirect.]