Growing Together (TaiYama Week 2018, Day 6: Virus)
Summary: A tasty treat for TaiYama Week 2018. The blossoming of a new relationship; the development from friends to lovers. Blissful moments and the hardships faced.
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"Just go over there and apologise," Hikari encouraged, watching her brother fiddle around with his phone for the umpteenth time.
Taichi sighed heavily; if only it was that easy. Maybe if Yamato had tried to contact him since their argument he would have felt more confident to try and make amends, but he had heard absolutely nothing from him in just over a week. Yamato was also doing his upmost best to avoid bumping into him.
The first few days back at school had been strange. Ever since the start of senior high school they had been in separate home rooms, so at least he was already used to not being in the same classes as the blond, but now there was a list of other things he had to try and adapt to.
No more Yamato driving him to and from school on the days he did not have football practice after school. No more conversations or making plans by the shoe lockers. No more sharing Yamato's homemade bento box at lunchtime. His stomach growled at that last particular notion.
Yesterday, they had crossed paths down the school hallway. Yamato had looked straight through him, which hurt far more than the sniping glare he had anticipated.
Now, Taichi was having a heart to heart with Hikari in her room after she had seen him moping around for far too long.
"Why not send him some flowers, or bake him a cake?" She suggested. Taichi shuddered at the thought of such romantic gestures. They definitely did not have that kind of relationship.
"Yamato loves cookies," Hikari added.
Taichi arched an eyebrow. How did his sister know that? Probably from Takeru, he quickly concluded.
After finding an easy to follow recipe online, Taichi spent the entire afternoon making cookies. In all fairness, his mum gave him a hand. She was the sort of parent who could not resist getting involved. They probably would taste nowhere as good as what Yamato could magic together with his talented hands, but he hoped they would at least help ease the tension between them.
Hikari even offered to help him write a note to accompany the finished batch, but Taichi firmly shook his head.
"I've got this," he told her. Hikari smiled and nodded.
Sitting at his computer desk, Taichi took a deep breath before he put pen to paper.
Sorry I was a jerk.
It seemed as good of an apology as any. He folded the note into an envelope and scribbled Yamato's name on the front, then made the short journey to Yamato's apartment with the cookies all wrapped up in a brown paper parcel, tied up with a blue ribbon.
Taichi placed the package down, inhaled deeply, rang the doorbell, then ran off back down the walkway before Yamato could answer the door. He resisted the urge to wait and peep around the corner, at the risk Yamato would spot him, and rushed straight back to his apartment.
Slipping back into the safety of his bedroom, he slumped down onto his computer chair and decided to work on his social studies assignment; a welcome distraction to take his mind of what he had just done.
Almost an hour later, his heart leapt when his phone buzzed against the surface of his desk. Flipping the blue device open, his lips curled up as he read the text message that had pinged up on the display.
The cookies were terrible. But thanks.
A few minutes later another message appeared on the screen.
Come over.
Leaping up from his chair, he grabbed his orange hoodie from the foot of the bed and rushed out the room.
"Going over to Yamato's!" Taichi announced from the lobby as he tugged on his trainers.
From the sofa, Hikari glanced over at their mum. Both girls shared a knowing smile.
The door was already partially open. As he stepped inside and removed his shoes, Yamato was already waiting. Grabbing Taichi by the collar of his hoodie, he slammed him against the door, his lips hard against his.
"Bedroom," the blond whispered into his ear.
This behaviour was very unlike Yamato, which he liked.
He liked it a lot.
He definitely had to bake him make-up cookies more often.
Soon they were tangled together on Yamato's bed, clothes were off, bare skin on skin, the kind of thing that should have happened after the gig last week. Thankfully, Hiroaki's out of town work commitments had been extended, so they could make all the noise they wanted.
As they were kissing, and Taichi's hands were roaming, Yamato became distracted by an unbearable discomfort in the pit of his stomach. It was a sharp sensation he had been ignoring for the last half an hour, but now the pain was bordering on excruciating. Pushing away from Taichi, he jumped off the bed and gagged, placing one hand over his mouth and the other against his abdomen, before rushing out of the room.
As Taichi sat up on the bed, naked and stunned, a door slammed from somewhere within the apartment, followed by the distinguishable sound of heavy retching and frustrated sobs.
Yamato reappeared a few minutes later, pale as a ghost, fresh perspiration glistening against his skin. He lingered in the doorway for a couple of seconds, then turned abruptly and ran back out of the room.
The same door slammed. The same sounds followed. Taichi clambered out of bed, quickly tugging on his jeans, and went to investigate.
"What's happening to me?" The blond cried from behind the bathroom door, between bouts of throwing up into the toilet.
"Don't come in!" Yamato warned as the door partly creaked open. Taichi respected his wishes and quickly closed it again.
"Is there anything I can do?" Taichi asked, helplessly staring at the door.
"Water. Please."
The rest of their night together involved Yamato darting from his bed to the bathroom three or four times every hour, and Taichi doing his upmost best to soothe him and keep him hydrated.
"It's safe to say you've inherited your mum's cooking skills," Yamato groaned, clutching his aching stomach as Taichi mopped his brow with a damp washcloth, a guilty shimmer in his eyes.
The brunet had thought something about the cookies had tasted a bit weird, but his mum had insisted they were perfectly fine. In hindsight, he probably should have double checked the expiry date on the ingredients they had used; his mum was forever leaving expired food in fridge.
"In future," Yamato said, "leave the cooking to me."
