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Takemichi should have never trusted Hakkai.
But Takemichi couldn't say to him, not when Hakkai made that kicked puppy face that made Takemichi want to give him the entire world.
It all started when Hakkai pulled him to the side one afternoon after classes with an urgent expression and unsure eyes. They found a quiet spot in the park close to school after making sure no pryingears was listening.
"I need a favour." Hakkai started, placing his hands on Takemichi's shoulders, their noses were almot touching. Takemichi wasn't sure if Hakkai needed to be this close, but he wasn't going to push him away.
"Okay…? What do you need?" Takemichi had a bad gut feeling, but he could at least listen to what Hakkai was going to say.
Hakkai closed his eyes like his next words were physically painful for him to say. He then opened his mouth suddenly, startling Takemichi. "I need you to model with me!"
Silence.
"Uhm… what?" Takemichi probably heard him wrong, there was no way Hakkai just said that.
"Please! You're the only one who can help me! This is a really important job!" Hakkai shook Takemichi lightly but Takemichi's head was static, a white noise he couldn't shut up.
"Uhm… Hakkai…? I'm not exactly model material… you can't just say something like that…" Takemichi was painfully aware he was shorter than average and his face couldn't exactly be called "handsome", it was a miracle he managed to score a beautiful girl like Hinata. Totally the opposite of Hakkai that in these two years had grown up in a way that made girls turn their heads towards his way.
"I know, Takemichi but listen…" Hakkai held Takemichi almost painfully. "I can't work with any girls, it's a couple shoot, and I'm having so many problems… if we can't find a solution I'll lose this golden opportunity!"
Takemichi was too afraid to ask, but his mouth moved on its own. "So… what is your plan?"
Hakkai bit his lower lip like his next words were physically hurting him. "Please, be my female partner!"
Takemichi made a run for it.
Takemichi wasn't sure how much he had been running but he knew Hakkai was behind him like a demon.
There was no way he was going to humiliate himself, even for a friend, Takemichi had his own dignity, he couldn't just-
"You're going to be paid for it!"
Takemichi stopped in his tracks.
"Are you ready? Please tell us if you're uncomfortable, okay?"
Takemichi nodded like an idiot, because what was he supposed to do? He was already regretting this, but the thought of being able to afford that new ten thousand piece puzzle stopped him from sprinting.
Hakkai had assured him that makeup would do miracles, that no one would recognise him even if they stumbled on the photoshoot (and they wouldn't anyway, since it was a small job). Takemichi could only believe him and let himself be dragged to this studio, where he was immediately kidnapped by a bunch of women who held brushes like they were swords.
"This bleached hair is no good, better if we put on him a wing-"
"-no shiny colours, let's keep him natural-"
"-I want those blue eyes to pop! Where is the mascara-"
Takemichi knew half of those words and allowed those women to do as they pleased while he remained motionless like a doll in a chair that was double his size. Whatever they were putting on his face made his skin crawl and his nose itch, but Takemichi didn’t dare to move even a muscle. He knew how fearsome women could be when they were focused on something.
Hakkai was in another room, so Takemichi felt helpless on his own. He thought about Hinata, his homework, anything that would make him forget what was being done to his face.
“-and we’re done!”
Takemichi blinked and stared at the mirror.
He stopped breathing.
The women around him looked smug, but Takemichi couldn’t give them any attention, too enraped by the reflection staring back at him.
She was beautiful. Long, shiny black hair with two braids at each side of her head, framing her face like she was a delicate flower. Her lips were touched with a red lip gloss that made them shiny and her ocean eyes were accentuated by the fake eyelashes the makeup artists had put on after curling them.
Takemichi couldn’t believe this pretty girl was him.
“Our masterpiece.” One of the women said, her voice latched with a deep emotion Takemichi couldn’t place. “But it’s not over yet.”
Somehow Takemichi dreaded those words.
“We need to put him into a skirt!”
Well fuck.
Takemichi had a new respect for girls who put on skirts all day long.
The material kept going everywhere every step he took, he was constantly afraid of the wind that might pull the skirt up and expose his panties - goodbye to his masculinity after he was presented that pair of cotton white panties, Takemichi nearly bolted away if it wasn’t for the fat paycheck that Hakkai promised him after finishing this job.
At least he didn’t have legs hairs so he was spared from the razor torture. Takemichi counted himself lucky.
He was not ready for Hakkai’s reaction though.
“Oh my fucking god.” Hakkai was talking to the one Takemichi thought was his manager, but when he turned around he froze like ice covered him. He stared at Takemichi with his mouth hung open, eyes so wide comically.
“Hakkai…?” Takemichi took a step forward, the hair of the wig brushing over his shoulders as he moved. He could feel his thighs rubbing together as he walked and he was even forced to put on thigh highs. Damn, he really looked like a high school girl. Takemichi swallowed his burning humiliation.
“Takemichi…? Fuck… I thought you were a girl and I froze up for a second…” Hakkai took a step forward and grabbed Takemichi’s shoulders, looking at him up and down. He smiled, his eyes shining brightly as the scar on his lips got more pronounced. “They did an amazing job!”
“I have to agree with you on that…” Takemichi sighed defeated, pulling the skirt down nervously. “I’m not a model though… I can’t pose.”
Hakkai hummed and squeezed his shoulders. “Don’t worry! We’ll do great! Just relax and don’t think about the camera, okay? I’ll handle everything!”
Hakkai sounded so sure, Takemichi had to believe him. Hakkai was the one with more experience, right? And the photographer looked relaxed and had a nice smile on his face so Takemichi didn’t feel too much pressure.
Swallowing his nervousness, Takemichi allowed Hakkai to pull him towards the set.
It wasn't going to be something complicated, just a couple shot for a perfume that was aimed towards couples. Takemichi thought the perfume was too sweet when they presented it to him, but he knew better than to say anything and just smiled politely as they applied it to his neck and wrists.
The set wasn't complicated, there were so many lights that made Takemichi sweat and various places where they could lie down and sit to take more cute photos, but Takemichi was glad it wasn't too extravagant.
"What… what should we do?" Takemichi whispered to Hakkai as the photographer got the camera ready.
Hakkai smiled at him teasingly and suddenly pulled Takemichi against his chest. Takemichi let out a small scream, a faint flush appearing on his cheeks as his hands connected with Hakkai's strong chest. He was surprised, but then his confusion turned into annoyance as he glared at Hakkai.
"What was that for?"
Hakkai chuckled, his hands resting over Takemichi’s waist. It was a strange sensation, not an unwelcome one, but certainly one he wasn't used to. At least Hakkai did it so naturally it didn't bother Takemichi.
"You're too stiff." Hakkai laughed and patted his back. "We're going to have fun, don't think too much about your expressions, okay? Trust me on that."
The click of the camera didn’t go unnoticed, but Takemichi was too busy pouting to care. He grabbed Hakkai’s face like Hinata had done with him several times and forced the other boy to look down, their faces closing together.
Hakkai blinked surprised, his grip faltering for an instant. Takemichi laughed as a dumb expression appeared on his friend’s face.
“You look pretty stiff too!” Takemichi said with a grin, finally feeling a little better about the whole thing (even if he still wasn’t okay with the skirt).
Hakkai chuckled and returned the grip mischievously before he lifted Takemichi up and made him do a spin completely at random.
“Hakkai, the skirt-” Takemichi protested but his hands wrapped around Hakkai’s neck tightly, not liking the thought of being dropped.
Hakkai laughed again, a contagious sound that Takemichi couldn’t help but match.
The sound of the camera in the distance was quickly forgotten as the two boys started to have fun.
With minutes slowly tickling by, Takemichi felt more at ease being touchy with Hakkai. They even managed to do some shoots with them holding hands and hugging each other. Takemichi laughed when he noticed Hakkai blushing like crazy.
“Have you fallen for me?” Takemichi asked in a teasing tone, squeezing his hand tightly.
Hakkai had remained silent at that, finding the ground suddenly very interesting. Takemichi didn’t think about it too much.
But the best photo was definitely the last one they took.
Hakkai and Takemichi were tired and sweaty, Takemichi was sure half of his makeup was ruined and he could barely keep his eyes open. No one had told him it would have been so exhausting, Takemichi really couldn’t wait to lay on his bed and never wake up.
But still, the photographer was insisting on doing the last few photos and neither Hakkai or Takemichi found a compelling argument against that.
Hakkai was sitting on the floor, his hair dropping with sweat as he helped Takemichi straddle his lap, his skirt lifting a few centimetres. They were so close, much more than before, which made Takemichi feel hot under the collar. Hakkai’s face was so close to his, Takemichi could count his pores if he wanted, but he was too busy admiring how handsome Hakkai had turned in these two years.
It was probably thanks to Yuzuha and Mitsuya, yet Takemichi felt a little envious of Hakkai. He was tall and slender with strong arms that could easily hold him whenever he wanted. Hakkai was the perfect man, the total opposite of Takemichi, who was plain and boring.
“Hanagaki, look here!”
When the photographer called him and snapped him out his thoughts, Takemichi lifted his eyes. And the flash of the camera almost blinded him.
So here he was, Takemichi dressed as a girl looking like he had been caught doing something naughty with Hakkai. Takemichi saw two buttons of the shirt had popped off and his lips looked raw and red - not because he had been kissed, but for all the time he had spent chewing on them - while Hakkai had his hands a little too close to his thighs.
Takemichi dared to say the photo had an erotic feeling. He wasn’t sure what to think about two students being portrayed like that. It was a good photo though, one he would stop to admire.
And he had to admit, the pay had been more than generous, Takemichi really didn’t mind the new addition to his bank account.
Whatever. He would forget all of this in a week anyway.
Takemichi did not forget anything.
Two weeks later, he had woken up like usual, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping and his phone looked ready to explode for all the missed calls and messages he had.
Just a normal day, Takemichi smiled to himself.
Then the smile vanished. Wait a minute-
Hasty grabbing his phone with dread growing in his heart, Takemichi opened the first messages and ignored the missing calls.
Takemichi what the hell have you done-
OMG I didn’t think you would look so good in a skirt-
I'll murder Hakkai.
Are you interested in a threesome?
I’ll buy you as many skirts and dresses as you want-
Were you wearing panties too?
Takemichi didn’t even know half of the numbers that had contacted him, but apparently they knew him. And none of the messages made sense.
He was already apnicking, wondering if someone hadn’t done him a cruel joke when his phone rang again. Takemichi whimpered, his fingers shaking but he sighed in relief when he read the name Chifuyu .
He pressed the green button and lifted the phone to his ear, opening his mouth to talk.
“Hello-”
“Takemichi! Finally! What the hell, man?! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! I was already coming to your house!”
“Uhm…? Chifuyu…? Why were you coming…? I’m a little lost here?” Takemichi scratched the back of his head, not understanding a word of what Chifuyu was saying.
His friend made a choked noise. “You haven’t seen the billboard?!”
A moment of silence. Takemichi’s heart rate picked up again.
“... What billboard?”
So there was a big billboard in the middle of Tokyo, large and very detailed with the last photo of him and Hakkai on it with a corny line beside them that said I can’t get enough of you .
Takemichi felt the sudden urge to throw himself under a racing car.
"Takemichi!" Chifuyu's voice was a breath of relief for him. Takemichi knew his friend would make him feel better and they would think of a solution together (or they would laugh about it and get drunk).
But when Takemichi turned around, his relief was short-lived.
"Why are you guys all here?!" Takemichi screamed, seeing all the former Toman members following Chifuyy like ducklings. However, once they saw Takemichi, they quickly scrambled forward and surrounded the former first division captain.
"Takemichi, can you be my next model-" Mitsuya took hold of Takemichi's shoulders, but before he could answer he was pulled to the other side.
"Thank you for awakening something in us, want to have a ramen together?" Smiley and Angry had their hands around Takemichi's arms and were smiling at him in a weird way (or well, Smiley was).
"I-"
"Don't hog him!" Peh-yan screamed with his raspy voice, his eye tickling nervously. "We all said we would share!"
"Enough!" Draken's thunderous voice shut everything up and Takemichi felt himself being pulled against a strong chest. Draken’s hands were huge on his waist, Takemichi could feel their warmth on him as he was handled like a doll. He was annoyed by the difference in strength between him and Draken though.
"You're all dogs!" Draken glared at everyone and only allowed Chifuyu and Inupi to come closer to rub calming circles on Takemichi's shoulders. He didn’t notice how Draken kept squeezing his waist to get a nice feeling of it though.
"Why…? Why do you all know-" Takemichi was pretty sure no one would recognise him in that girl's outfit. Then his eyes landed on a rather guilty Hakkai. "Hakkai!"
"Sorry, Takemichi…" Hakkai was looking at anywhere but him. "It's just… they began to ask who was the model I was with and it just… spilled out?"
Takemichi was silent for a few seconds. "I'm going to murder you, I trusted you!"
He was ready to march forward and give Hakkai other scars on his face if it weren't for Draken's hands stopping him from moving and pulling him back again with a low grunt. "Draken!"
"Come on, did you seriously think we wouldn't find out?" Draken levelled him with an unimpressed stare. "Those eyes were rather telling. Hakkai just confirmed it to us. We aren’t total idiots, you know?"
Takemichi pouted, his lower lip quivering. He felt so humiliated, he wasn't going to leave his house for a long time after his friends let him go. Becoming a hermit and never showing his face again sounded really appealing.
"Partner… you really have no idea of what's going on, right?" Chifuyu, bless his soul, was good at redirecting the conversation.
Takemichi blinked, confused and shook his head. "Why? What's going on?"
Everyone shared a glance with each other, but Chifuyu was the only one who kept talking. “Have you… looked at your phone today?”
Takemichi was even more confused. “Well… only briefly before you called me, there were some weird messages and-”
“Show them to us.” Draken cut in, his eyes dark and murderous.
Takemichi didn’t even think of saying no. Wordlessly, he grabbed his phone from the back of his pocket and gave it to his best friend. Chifuyu unlocked it easily, but his expression got sourer the more he scrolled through Takemichi’s messages.
The other Toman members were looking at top of Chifuyu’s shoulder and their faces matched his friend’s. They didn’t look happy at all.
“Aren’t those the Haitani brothers?”
“How the hell did they even get Takemichi’s number-”
“I’m pretty sure this is Koko-”
“-even Sanzu, that little shit-”
“ Show your feet. What the fuck.”
Takemichi was getting a headache and he was sure he wasn’t noticying something important when Draken suddenly pulled him back and looked at him seriously, forcing Takemichi to meet his intimidating stare head on.
“It seems that everyone came to our same conclusion. We’re going to take turns and protect you, okay? We’re not going to let anyone touch you, but you need to cooperate.”
When someone as big as Draken said they were going to protect you, the only thing Takemichi could do was nod. No way he was going to have Draken’s anger directed towards him.
Then Peh-yan decided it was time to ask the question everyone had been thinking since early morning.
“Takemitchy… can you put on the skirt again, though?”
Hungry eyes suddenly turned on him. Takemichi felt his sweat drop.
For some reason, he didn’t feel safe with them anymore.
“Sanzu?”
“Yes, Mikey?”
“How can we steal a billboard?”
A long silence. Koko stepped forward, his expression full of suffering.
“Mikey, for our sanities, just go and see Takemichi. Please.”
“I think I will murder Hakkai first.”
Koko wanted to slam his face on the nearest surface. “Whatever you want. Just go.”
It was really scary how Takemichi still had Mikey wrapped around his pinky even after two years. He only needed to snap his fingers and Mikey would be at his side, begging for treats and attention.
(Though Koko had to admit Takemichi looked amazing in that outfit and he was really itching to buy him whatever Takemichi wanted.)
Thankully Takemichi was too dumb to realise the power he had, otherwise the Kantou Maji Gang would have disbanded in less than two days.
Koko wondered if that wasn’t Takemichi’s plan all along.