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Mikey's new friend was weird.
Mitsuya had no idea what Mikey found in Takemichi, but he was starting to regret telling his old friend "to make new acquaintances". Takemichi was a scrawny kid with soft curly hair of the ugliest yellow Mitsuya had ever seen, but at least they seemed fluffy and properly taken care of. Takemichi also had the small problem of running in every fist he saw, which always made him covered with blue and yellow bruises from head to toe. Mitsuya couldn't believe the story of how Mikey and Takemichi first met, it smelled like bullshit until Mitsuya saw with his own eyes Takemichi beaten by some thugs Mitsuya had to rescue him from.
But still, Mikey thought of him as a friend and Takemichi was reliable and full of courage, so Mitsuya reluctantly accepted him in his own squad when Mikey ordered him to.
And then there was the skirt.
Mitsuya almost didn't notice it the first time Takemichi put it on. He was so busy trying not to fall asleep when Mikey let out a weird noise, like a strangled elephant in a lonely desert. Mitsuya lifted his eyes and noticed how Mikey was looking absolutely shocked and totally ready to fall on his knees at the sight of Takemichi.
Mitsuya’s confusion cleared up soon enough when he noticed the black skirt hugging his rather tiny waist reaching just above his knees. And fuck, Mitsuya cursed in his mind, he also had thigh highs wrapped around his creamy legs.
Now he had an explanation for Mikey’s dumb expression.
“Takemitchy…” Mikey looked Takemichi up and down just to make the other boy nervous. “Nice skirt.”
Takemichi blinked before he smiled at Mikey, giving him a twirl. “Thanks! It feels really light!”
It was in that exact moment that Mitsuya saw Manjirou Sano, the Invincible Mikey , fall in love for the first time. Takemichi could have asked the world and Mikey would have given it to him in a heartbeat. Mitsuya had no idea what to do with this information.
All members of the Toman collectively decided to pretend nothing had happened. That it was normal for their boss to make heart eyes to a guy he had just known who liked to wear feminine clothes.
No one wanted to deal with the headache of Mikey in love.
(In truth some members laughed at Takemichi, but the glare Mikey sent them and the beating that followed made even Mitsuya’s legs tremble in fear.)
But then Mitsuya found he had a problem.
Since that day, Takemichi had started to wear his skirt more often and Mitsuya felt his fingers twitch every time he saw the black fabric fluttering in front of his eyes.
It was something that was born deep inside of him, an urge he hadn’t felt in years since he had started sewing plushies for his sisters, a feeling that called his hands to move, to create .
Mitsuya wanted to make a skirt for Takemichi.
Black was a neutral colour, yes, but Mitsuya was sure Takemichi looked great in other colours too. There were so many he could choose, maybe blue to match his eyes? Or a bright red that would catch everyone’s attention? Which pattern should Mitsuya go for? A floral one? Or maybe he should choose something more daring, like triangles or squares?
Mitsuya spent much more time than he wished to admit thinking about it, sketching all of his ideas on his school books, chomping his pencil as he always found a flaw in his ideas. His head hurt the more he thought about it, yet he couldn’t stop his mind or his hands from working.
Then the realization hit him.
And, to no one’s surprise, it was all Baji’s fault.
Takemichi wore the skirt to Toman’s meeting again. Everyone had grown used to it so much no one batted an eye anymore. Except Mikey who, of course, couldn’t keep his eyes off Takemichi. But that had become an usual sight too.
No one had taken into account Baji though.
“Oi, Takemichi!” His sharp voice resounded in the country yard, loud enough to make some heads turn. “I have a question for ya.”
Takemichi lifted his eyes and blinked, a twirl of fear shining in his eyes. He still hadn’t forgotten the punch Baji gave him for apparently no reason.
“Uhm… yes? What can I do for you, Baji-san?” Takemichi shifted his legs nervously, his teeth finding the tender skin of his lips. Mitsuya didn’t miss how Baji’s eyes flickered down Takemichi’s thigh.
But nothing could have prepared Mitsuya for the hell Baji would unleash on earth a few seconds later.
“I want to know… do ya wear boxers under that? Or something prettier?” Baji pointed to Takemichi’s skirt, his lips pulled into a wide grin. Several heads turned towards Baji and Takemichi, they all remained in silence but it was painfully obvious they were all listening.
Mitsuya felt cold sweat pouring down his back at Mikey’s dark, interested gaze pointed at them.
“Uhm…” Heat blossomed on Takemichi’s cheeks, forever oblivious to the attention on him. “I don’t… wear boxers… I guess panties? They feel better with a skirt.”
Mitsuya saw various boys around him turning into wolves when Takemichi muttered those words. They looked hungry and there it was the juiciest piece of meat in front of them with a sign “devour me” on his head. Mikey looked like he was ready to build an altar for the gods and thank them forever before grabbing Takemichi and make a run for it.
Mitsuya gave a small prayer for Takemichi, ignoring the strange heat that was forming in his own stomach at the sudden images that flickered into his brain.
But Baji’s grin only got wider, his fangs shining in the sunlight as his gaze grew heavy and more heated.
“Can I take a look?”
If Mitsuya threw a coin, it would be heard for miles with the silence that fell on them. No one dared to breathe, their eyes fixed on the show in front of them. Mitsuya saw with the corner of his eye Draken grabbing Mikey to avoid him smashing Baji’s face with his foot.
“Oh!” Takemichi chuckled and grabbed the hems of his skirt between two fingers, not noticing the unnatural silence around them. “Sure!”
Being born with all the obliviousness in the world, Takemichi failed to recognise the dangers around him and lifted his skirt.
Mitsuya’s eyes bulged out when he was met with the prettiest pair of panties he had ever seen. They were light pink with daisies all over them, almost childish yet they fit Takemichi perfectly like another layer of skin.
It was at that moment Mitsuya found his inspiration.
And then it took him two seconds to notice the chaos around him. Mikey looked ready to draw Baji’s blood and then thank him for the amazing sight. Draken was having difficulties restraining Mikey, but Mitsuya saw a pink dust colouring his ears. The twins were unmobing like statues ready to crumble at any moment. Hakkai was ready for his own funeral, maybe Mitsuya should start preparing his speech because his soul had just left his body.
Baji was speechless for the first time in his life. His mouth had dropped open and it seemed like he couldn’t tear his eyes off Takemichi’s pretty panties. He only snapped out of it when Takemichi pulled his skirt down again.
“Hope I’ve satisfied your curiosity.” Takemichi laughed like he hadn’t just toyed with a hundred of boys hormones with only a flick of hand.
“Well…” Baji licked his lips, his fingers twitching on his sides. “Actually, if you want to satisfy me you could let me tap that as-”
“ Baji .”
Everyone jumped when they heard Mikey’s growl. Draken had finally lost his grip on him and Mikey was marching like a demon towards Baji, his whole aura screaming murder.
Oh fuck, there was no one stopping him now.
Mitsuya immediately jumped on his feet and grabbed Takemichi’s shoulder before things could get bloody in front of him.
“Takemichi, I have a job for you, let’s go.”
“Uh? Oh, yes, of course captain…?” Takemichi’s expression was kind of cute, like a newborn kitten who had zero understanding of the world around him. But Mitsuya couldn’t appreciate it right now, his mind already working on his next clothing project while ignoring the sounds of battle behind him.
“Takemichi… Can I take your measurements?”
“Uh?”
The next week, Mitsuya gave to Takemichi his new, light pink skirt with a floral pattern all over it. The fabric was soft but sturdy and Mitsuya gave a lot of attention to the zipper to make sure it would stay in place. Mitsuya was rather proud of his work.
“For you.”
The smile Takemichi gave him was blinding. “Thank you, captain!”
When he wore it to the next Toman meeting, Mitsuya was sure Mikey was one step from jumping Takemichi. And he wasn’t the only one, by the hungry looks around him.
Well, Takemichi really looked good in his new skirt, Mitsuya couldn’t really blame them.
His fingers were already itching for his next project. And he already had a model in mind.