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Takumi sits on the sofa, just watching TV. Every day is the same, just an average mundane life where nothing ever happens. It's everything he needs. He's not watching anything particularly interesting, but it's enough to fill the silence of the apartment.
That is, until Darumi bursts through the door with a kind of enthusiasm he hasn't seen her display in weeks.
"Check out what Darumi snagged!" She holds up a plastic bag and beams. She looks like she went dumpster diving again.
"Garbage?" Takumi offers.
Darumi's expression immediately darkens. "Nevermind, Darumi doesn't want to tell Takumi. Is Tsubasa-sama home yet?"
"Hey!" Takumi complains with his hands up defensively.
Darumi smirks and bounces over to him, throwing herself next to him on the sofa to show him her catch after all.
It's a pretty old, run down gaming console. The controllers are holding onto dear life with tape that seems to have lived longer than humanity, and the game she waves around definitely isn't official. It's some kind of racing game with a bunch of knock-off crossover characters.
Takumi hasn't seen her this happy in a long time, so he doesn't want to spoil her mood and helps her set the console up with the TV.
After rummaging through numerous replacement cables, Tsubasa shows up and graciously helps them fix the set up. Takumi hasn't touched a game in forever. He's also not really into this kind of game but it's a nice thing to do together. Darumi keeps pretending to chew on the cables to annoy Tsubasa. At least, Takumi thinks she's pretending.
Once finished setting up, the three of them sit down on the sofa, Darumi's legs over Tsubasa's thighs while they boot up the console.
"You can fully customize the car!" Tsubasa says excitedly as the menu screen pops up for character selection. Her eyes sparkle, flicking through the different models.
Takumi grumbles to himself. He just picked the default vehicle. They all have the same stats anyways.
"Nya, let's game already!" Darumi complains. "Tsubasa-sama can't even see the car in first person anyway!"
"I can put on a custom decal! How cool is that?!" Tsubasa calls out, completely unbothered by the fact that Darumi is chewing on her hair.
Takumi sits and waits forever for Tsubasa to finish her custom car. After that, they finally start playing.
Eventually the door opens again to announce that Yugamu has returned home. Takumi glances up in the hopes to be rescued, because the girls are completely outnumbering him.
"What are you cuties doing here?" Yugamu asks as he enters the living room. "Having all the fun without me?"
Darumi waves her controller at him. "Come play with Darumi! That bum Takumi is too much of a noob and Tsubasa-sama keeps going easy on Darumi!"
"That's not true!" Tsubasa pipes up. "I just don't wanna crash my car!"
"Duh, that's what they're there for!" Darumi grasps Tsubasa's controller and they struggle for a moment, and Takumi watches Tsubasa's character go flying while her car gets totaled against a wall.
"Nooooo!" Tsubasa wails.
"Gaming, huh? Can't say I'm much of an expert, but I'm willing to give it a go," Yugamu says and walks over to them.
Instead of sitting down next to Takumi, however, Yugamu curtly places himself in Takumi's lap.
"O-Omokage!" Takumi squeaks. That's not what he imagined by support. There's plenty of space next to him left!
"Eheh... You're going to show me how to do it, won't you?" Yugamu drawls. He peeks at Takumi over his shoulder and Takumi feels his face burn.
"We have another controller!" he protests.
"Ehhhh, takes way too long to set that up now," Darumi says in a bored tone, "Takumi and Yugamu can both finger one."
"Amemiya!" Takumi mutters weakly. His face must be bright red, given how hot his ears feel.
Yugamu shifts and Takumi's eyes go wide, because the blood previously warming his face is now dangerously rushing lower.
He needs to calm down. It's just his roommate! He has to concentrate!
Somewhat rigidly, Takumi wraps his arms around Yugamu to let him hold the controller. He swallows thickly to ground himself and sighs.
"That's for steering... This is boost. Here—"
Takumi's finger brushes Yugamu's. He watches Yugamu's index curl, and without really thinking, he briefly links his own into his.
"Like so?" Yugamu mumbles, and his voice is so soft that Takumi just wants to lean his face against him and close his eyes.
"Hmh..."
"Are Takumi and Yugamu done eye-fucking?" Darumi complains.
Takumi reels back and Yugamu hums wistfully. Takumi bites his lip and wraps his very sweaty palms back around the controller to play.
Yugamu is better at the game than he gave himself credit for. Maybe he hasn't played before but he's a quick learner and he's precise with his steady hands.
He's far better than Takumi, that's for sure. Takumi barely has to help while they both awkwardly fumble with the controller. He has to admit it's fun.
In the end, Yugamu beats Darumi and boosts Takumi's character into first place. How much of that was on purpose, Takumi can't really tell. He wasn't paying much attention to the screen.
"Wahhh! Tsubasa-sama, Yugamu is violating Darumi!" Darumi loudly wails, kicking her legs. Tsubasa stares at her car model rotating on the ending screen. "Yugamu wanted to do Darumi's argument armament to undress her and then have his way with her helpless naked body!"
Yugamu's lips curl into an amused smile. He reaches over to Darumi and pats her head. "Not interested, my dear Darumi-chan."
"Eeeek! Don't touch Darumi! Touch Takumi or something! He needs it!"
Darumi wipes at the crown of her hair and shakes her head like a wet dog coming inside from rain.
Yugamu laughs quietly and leans back, and Takumi gasps as he sinks right against his chest.
"Your heart is hammering so hard, Sumino-kun," Yugamu whispers, "Was watching me play that engaging for you?"
It's more the fact where he's sitting, Takumi thinks and screws his eyes shut. "Shut up."
"Cute..." Yugamu giggles.
Takumi isn't sure he can keep the joystick down.
"Let's go again!" Darumi calls out and before Takumi knows what's going on, the countdown on the screen already starts.
Takumi lowers his hands on Yugamu's lap to let him play by himself this time.
It's not really a fierce race. Takumi isn't even sure that Yugamu is looking at the screen. He keeps wrapping his fingers around Takumi's and it's awfully distracting. Briefly, Takumi completely forgets what they've been doing until a piercing voice brings him back to reality.
"Ehhhh?! How did Yugamu win again?!" Darumi pipes up.
Takumi pries his eyes away from the controller to see his character having a little cutscene at the finish line.
"I don't think you were supposed to go that way around," Tsubasa laughs.
Darumi flails her arms around. "Why not? Darumi sometimes walks backwards on her tiptoes! Does the game hate Darumi?!"
"I don't think that's what's going on here," Tsubasa hums and pets her head.
"Well? Do I get a victory kiss?" Yugamu asks. He leans to the side to face Takumi with a smile, and Takumi gets hot all over again.
"Does Darumi get a kiss too?" Darumi chirps, looking expectantly at Tsubasa.
"But you didn't win," Tsubasa returns, "And I got second place this time."
"Wahhhh! Tsubasa-sama doesn't love Darumi anymore!!!"
"There there... I didn't say that."
Darumi happily leans in to steal a kiss from her.
"How about it?" Yugamu prods. He leans a little closer and Takumi reflexively inches back.
"I'm—"
He's not sure how to respond. Yugamu is so close and so warm and he can feel him, feel him way too close and way too much and the thing is that he doesn't hate it.
"Eheh... All in good fun, Sumino-kun," Yugamu sighs, "The girls are kissing plenty to make up for—"
Takumi holds his breath. He awkwardly bumps noses with Yugamu, but he's kissing him, and Yugamu goes entirely blank.
"No way, he really did it!" Darumi calls out.
"Was I not supposed to?!" Takumi yelps.
Yugamu still just looks at him and blinks slowly.
Was that a joke? Did Takumi misunderstand? Is Tsubasa going to be mad now?!
"Tsubasa-sama, Takumi is cheating on her! Let's dump them and move into the sewers together!"
"Let's not do that actually," Tsubasa says with a huff.
Darumi immediately leans in, cuddling up against Tsubasa like a cat. Takumi thinks she is purring. However she's making that sound is beyond him.
"Uh, so..." Takumi bites his lip and looks at Yugamu again.
He's blushing, and not quite looking at Takumi, fumbling with his fingers. Takumi gently pokes his hand.
"Heh... I suppose we have to play a little more often, hm?" Yugamu mutters. His fingers curl around Takumi's open palm and squeeze a little. "I had no idea you'd be so adorable..."
"Q-Quit it..." Takumi mumbles.
Yugamu closes his eye and smiles at him, and Takumi swears his heart skips a beat.
"Another one!" Darumi breaks the awkward tension. "Winner gets to get railed! Darumi decides who tops!"
"A-Amemiya!" Takumi gasps.
Tsubasa is just blushing, and Yugamu bites his lip.
"Promise?" he asks.
"Don't encourage her!" Takumi complains.
Yugamu settles right back into Takumi's lap and Darumi readies the next round.
A perfectly average, mundane life with the people he holds dear.
Takumi is awfully aware how close Yugamu is, cuddled up against him like this, and why is Yugamu suddenly so competitive...?