It was an uneventful afternoon for you and Daisuke. The air was thermal and suffocating in the living room, but neither one of you stood up and transferred elsewhere to avoid the heat. It was unusual because one of you would've already come up with something brilliant to pass the excruciatingly long hours—like that time both of you recreated a golf course throughout his residence only to be scolded by his mother when you broke a window—yet nothing. It was like your minds drew a blank the moment you needed it the most. Ultimately, you stayed collapsed on the couch beside him, the cushions feeling toasty on your back like they absorbed all the warmth of today. Ridiculous.

The television played an exhilarating game of soccer, but no one eyed the screen.

"Baseball's better," Daisuke scoffed beside you before sluggishly switching the channel to the sport he preferred. Even if he was able to watch a match of baseball, it's not like he could give a crap or two about it since there's much, much larger issues at hand, like passing the time and overlooking the fact that his living room is like a pre-heated oven ready to turn them into crisps.

Daisuke groaned for the nth time, his arms going around his head so he could change into a new shirt. He didn't bother asking you to turn around since it's not like he minded you, and he knew you felt the same way. His sun-kissed skin drenched in sweat, yet was clouded by the tough fragrance of men's cologne he loved dumping on him whenever he got the chance to. He rubbed the cloth on the nape of his neck, and your eyes wandered down to a spot you haven't paid any attention to in the past. (not in THAT way)

He had star-shaped tattoos on the side of his lower abdomen; one star was significantly larger than the other one floating underneath it.

"Ah right, this."

Daisuke noticed your lingering gaze and tried to abandon the fluttering feeling in his chest. He dreaded for the worst outcome, but the tiniest bit hoped it was a positive reaction from you.

"I forgot to tell you."