I sat in silence for a while, staring at my plate.

My stomach howled at me. I desperately wanted to take a bite but my newfound nerves of Daichi's approval of my cooking suddenly stopped me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the tan man beside me. He still hadn't taken his first bite.

I placed my hand on the handle of my fork and gripped it so hard that my knuckles began to turn white.

"So," I started, "does everything look ok?"

Daichi looked over at me and a smile instantly glazed over his face and hummed lightly. Dimples began to make themselves present in the center of both of his cheeks, and my heart swooned

"Perfect," He said in one short, sweet breath.

A little shock surged through my body. His tan skin glowed in the faint light of the living room lamp as he reached his hand towards his fork. He stuck his fork in the middle of the contents of the plate and lifted it to his mouth.

Nerves instantly filled me as scenarios of his disapproval began to play in my head.

After a couple of moment silence, Daichi exclaimed "Holy shit,"

"What drugs did you put in this?"

My face twisted in confusion,"Excuse me?".

At this point, Daichi was shoving the food into his mouth like this was his last meal, he could barely take a breath to finish what he was going to say.

Usually, if it were someone else, I would be repulsed.

But it was Daichi. And Daichi was different.

About an hour had gone by, and Daichi, Tobio, and I had all finished our dinners. During the time we were eating, Daichi kept complimenting me on the food and insisted on doing the dishes. At first, I protested, but in the end, he ended up snatching up all the plates and running to the kitchen, leaving me on the couch.

As time went by, Tobio stopped screaming; it began to drizzle, then rain, then the storm -- the loud thunder replacing the void of sound that the boom of Tobio's voice had once occupied.

The faint noise of the T.V. mixed with the storm outside was so calming. Before I knew it, my eyelids began to get heavy.

And when I opened them again, my eyes were met with bright sun streams that we're peering through the blinds of my bedroom window.

I raised my arms above my head and then brought my hands to my face. I rubbed my eyes softly and then let them fall back to the bed, still keeping my eyes closed.

When I heard the faint noise of screaming my eyes shot open instantly and I looked at my surroundings. I knew full well I wasn't in my own house. The walls were filled with unfamiliar pictures, and the bed was much bigger and firmer than my own.

But, I had seen this room before. It was Daichi's.

I sat up and rubbed my hand over my face again, sighing as I tried to recall why I was in Daichi's bed instead of my own. Hoping deep down that this was all a dream

Once I noticed rubbing my eyes wasn't working at waking me up, I finally allowed reality to set in and gave in to letting my eyes travel around the room. For a while, I just sat in the same place contemplating finding a window that was low enough that I wouldn't break anything when I jumped out but later decided against it.

Slowly, I moved my leg's over the side of the bed. In attempts to not let anyone in the house know I was awake, I tiptoed my way into the bathroom.

Looking at the familiar set up of the bathroom, memories of the night before started flooding my memory, and looking in the mirror I could see my cheeks flash rouge. Before my face could heat up anymore I turned on the faucet and threw some water on my face and slicked some through my hair.

My hands made their way to a flat resting position on the slides of the basin. My eyes scaled over the contents of the surface.

A bright yellow post-it note caught my attention.

"For you :)', It read.

I lifted the note and it revealed an obviously brand new toothbrush. Smiling lightly to myself, silently thanking God.

If I was going to have to face Daichi after this, I'm really glad that I won't have to do it with morning breath...