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If there was one thing that Takemichi’s friends couldn’t understand was why exactly even after 12 years Takemichi looked the same, young. Mind you he was already 26 climbing his way to his thirties.
While it’s true that Takemichi wasn’t the only who stayed at the same height, The prime examples being Mikey and Hinata who both are still shorter then Takemichi. The main difference being that Mikey and Hinata looked and acted like any other mature adult. (Well at least Mikey looked like a mature adult)
With that being said, Takemichi, no matter what, is still viewed as a bunny, a sweet and innocent bunny. He also acted like one intentionally or unintentionally.
So here they were the Mizo middle gang hanging around Takemichi’s cafe enjoying some flavorful drinks and sweet pastries. Watching as a familiar scene played out once again. Of course involving Takemichi’s babyface.
It was one of Takemichi’s regular customers. A high schooler who went by the name Riko. This kid would always come straight here after school and order the same thing. A strawberry tart. It was quite hard to ignore the heart eyes he sent towards Takemichi.
But hey at least he brought some entertainment to the Mizo guys. With his attempts to woo Takemichi with his original pick up lines. “Takemichi if you were a god. I’d happily offer my soul.”
Yeah it hurt to hear this, really it hurt. Hearing only brought cringe induced memories of their teenage years. When Mikey would shoot his shot only for it to fall flat. “Takemitchy you probably taste like taiyaki all warm and sweet inside.” Nothing could have prepared Toman or Mizo when having to hear the original pickup lines from Sano Manjirou.
Exactly how did Takemichi respond? You ask. Obviously by not getting it all and giving the person a look that said “Sorry I don’t understand?” With eyes that shimmer with innocence. Or did it?
Well you know what they say practice makes perfect. So despite missing Riko still held his head high and continued. Ok so maybe Mikey even after 12 years also kept at it and maybe so did a few others. What determination these people had.
Still 12 years is a long time. To think not a single one of them could muster up the courage to say “I love you” honestly Mizo wishes someone would just end this.
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3
Although there were a couple of problems that Takemichi’s face and personality brought to Mizo. Everyone else too.
At 16 years old, Takemichi had a new neighbor who had just moved in. Mrs Tamako had a son who was 14 at the time. Due to Takemichi's ever loving self, he always helped Mrs. Tamako with anything she needed shopping, cooking or searching for missing items.
So as time passed Mrs Tamako was convinced that Takemichi must marry her son “You would be in good hands, if you marry him Michi-chan.” A wide smile on her face.
It was then after she finished her declaration that Mizo, Chifuyu, and Hakkai walked in. Hearing every single word that came out of this lady’s mouth. Two reactions came from this one from Mizo another from Chifuyu and Hakkai.
Laughter, loud laughter was spilling out of Akkun, Takuya, Yamagishi, and Makoto. To think that Takemichi was already getting proposed for marriage definitely didn’t see that coming. Especially with how careless Takemichi can be when it comes to taking care of himself.
In contrast, silence was the only thing that came from the duo. Hakkai with his long legs rushed himself next to Takemichi. “Who are you?”
Not making eye contact with her, Hakkai and his long arms wrapped themselves around Takemichi. Trying to give the message “Takemitchy is not going to marry anyone!” Mrs Tamako ignored whatever message the tall teen was giving and reached her hand for Takemichi. Planning on inviting him for dinner.
A hand stopped her from fully reaching towards him. Looking at her right was a teen with dyed blond hair with an undercut. “Now isn’t the best time for my partner to get married.” A serious gaze in his sea green eyes.
Finally Takemichi spoke up. In a gentle voice as to not possibly upset and middle aged women. “Mrs Tamako I’m sure you mean well, but I’m not ready to marry anyone at the moment.” A small blush adoring his cheeks, averting his eyes from her’s. Without another word she stood up and walked back to her house. Not even saying goodbye.
Once she was out of sight, Takemichi was bombarded with questions. “ Is this the first time she told you this?” “Has anyone else also asked you to marry?”
Takemichi shook his head saying no to their questions. Reassuring them that he wasn’t going to get married, not today, tomorrow, or in the next 10 years.
Every now and then mothers and fathers would ask Takemichi to marry into their families. Toman members, specifically Mikey, made sure to tell these adults that Takemichi was off limits.
“Takemitchy gets to decide who he wants to marry.”
“Takemitchy already has us, no need for marriage.”
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3
On a particularly sunny day, Takemichi was celebrating his 18 birthday. Senju and Hinata were taking him to explore the city of Harajuku. While taking a break in one of its cafes. A man who seemed to be in his early twenties approached the trio.
The moment he got in front of Takemichi, the man knelt down on one knee, extended his right arm and exclaimed in a cheery voice.
“ What a beauty! Please won’t you be my model!” In a blink of an eye he got his camera ready to take any pictures that came his way.
Seconds before a click could be heard, Senju’s arm stood between Takemichi’s face and the camera’s lens. An intimidating aura came pouring out of her. “Who the hell are you?” An expression of boredom replacing her childish face.
As if ignoring the daggers coming for him the man continued on. In turn ignore Senju’s and Hinata’s presence. Talking directly to the innocent blue eyed beauty from before.
“Apologies for before but I’m serious. I want you as my model. Together we’ll reach the very top.”
One could tell ideas were flowing through his head. Like that of a lover realizing the many positions that can occur. A look that neither Senju or Hinata liked.
Hinata had begun getting their things and Senju was waiting for his next move when Takemichi spoke up.
“Thanks but uhh why me? I don’t think I will be of much help.” Scratching the back of his neck as a sheepish smile enters.
“He is so cute” the thought simultaneously goes through the three of them.
Taking this as an opportunity, a woman presumably the man’s partner jumps, getting ahold of Takemichi’s hand in a tight grasp. Bright stars in her eyes with a wide smile as she proclaims.
“You! Work with us!”
Not a second later her cold hands go to touch supple skin. Rubbing her fingertips caused a pink hue to appear on Takemichi’s cheeks. Maintaining eye contact with the cute crybaby at all times.
It didn’t take long before Hinata placed her hands on Takemichi’s shoulders, pulling him back. Followed by Senju’s tight grip on the women’s wrists.
For a while now the patrons in the cafe had their eyes on the scene as it kept unraveling in front of them. They were also the first to notice that the atmosphere got more intense than it did in the beginning. “You! Let go of me! You're hurting me!”
“Senju! Let go. C’mon it’s best if we just head out.” As they got up ready to leave Hinata placed the payment of their orders on the table. While Takemichi throws the pair an apologetic smile. Senju kept on her glare until the trio were far away from the cafe.
For a while whenever the blond beauty found himself in Harajuku. Someone would tag along just in case any other pesky person wanted to recruit him.
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3
It was Saturday afternoon and like any other Saturday the cafe was packed. Families, couples, friends, and people who simply wanted a treat filled the tables and stalls. The sweet smell of cookies, cakes, and pastries gives a sense of belonging to everyone.
It has been exactly a week since Riko had given his latest shot. Today the young teen had somehow summoned the courage to express these feelings he had. Feelings for the cute boy behind the cash register.
The clock strikes 8:00 pm only another hour and the cafe will close its doors for the day. There were still a few customers left chatting about. The boy’s dark brown eyes traced the room and truth be told they were still there. The one with obsidian eyes, the tall one with the dragon tattoo, that one fashion designer, the model, and the owner of the pet shop. It was none other than Riko’s love rivals.
(Aren’t they close to their 30s? What are they doing trying to pick up a high schooler? I should call the cops)
“Hey it’s getting late already, are you still going to study?” A worried Takemichi approached the teen. A confused look on his face.
Red began to tint the teen’s cheeks. Almost spilling his iced tea. Right when he was going to answer back an arm wrapped itself around the black haired cutie pulling him to someone’s chest. It was the one with the tattoo on his temple.
“Heh Takemitchy when you close up for the day, why don’t you accompany us for a round of drinks?” A smirk on his face as both of his arms enclosed around him.
Surprising the pair, Riko gets up from his seat in a hurry. Standing in front of Takemichi breathing deeply.
“Will you go out with me?”
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“Pfft.. haha ah haha” Riko was staring daggers at that midget who had the nerve to laugh at him. Honestly screw that guy and his annoying shit eating grin.
“Mikey! Stop laughing” said, midget was now clutching his sides. Tears forming on the corners of his eyes. A teasing smile on him as his eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones.
Once Mikey stopped laughing, Takemichi walked up to the teen. A comforting smile on him. Placing a hand on top of his head, ruffling his short black hair. Was this a good sign?
“Riko sorry but I can’t date you. Believe it or not I’m a full fledged adult.”
Huh? So he’s older than him. Well that’s fine in a couple of weeks he turns 17. Wait a minute, how old are we talking?
“ I’m 26 already. I know I may not look like it but I am. Sorry but I don’t have any interest in dating someone who is still in high school.” No way 26? That was 10 years from him. Is it possible for 26 year olds to still have a baby face?
Accepting his defeat the boy packed his bag and walked to the door. Saying one last goodbye to the cafe. As he left he could hear what he assumed to be the same guy from before, laughing.
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3
“Mikey, would you please stop laughing at him?” A sigh escapes from Takemichi’s unamused face. As now everyone was joining him.
“Sorry Takemitchy, it’s just how many times does this make?” Mitsuya placed his hand on his lips trying to stop. His lips quivering. At least Mitsuya was trying. Much to Takemichi’s dismay as their laughter continued to grow.
Knowing it was going to take a while. The cafe owner decided to start cleaning up his shop. Wiping the tables, silverware, plates and cups. Right as he was going to reach to the top shelf to get some soap. He could feel as though a body was pressing against his, their hand reaching the bottle of soap before his. Handing it to him.
“Draken thanks, but I was already close to getting it myself.” The male in question simply looked and grinned at him. Patting the shorter male’s fluffy head.
“Yeah, yeah Takemitchy you were standing on the tips of your toes. I was just being a good friend to you.” Looking down at Takemichi’s face as Draken still had his body pressed to his. From a distance one would even think they were about to kiss. Given how close they were.
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“Ah! Kenchin! That’s not fair hogging Takemitchy all for yourself!” A pouting Mikey shouted from across the room. Gathering the attention from everyone else.
Before things could escalate further, Takemichi clapped his hands together. Redirecting the attention. “C’mon you guys I’m tired, let's go and get some drinks.”
It didn’t take too long for them to find themself back in Takemichi’s living room, drinking away. Takemichi was already feeling the effects of 4 cans.
(Maybe it’s time they know. It’s been so long)
And so Takemichi takes his first shot.
“Ta-ka-shi kun~ tell me why do you keep staring at my lips?” The sudden question caught Mitsuya off guard. Everyone else also stopped what they were doing, all eyes on the pair.
A slender hand found itself on Mitsuya’s chest tracing small circles. Lavender eyes made contact with sky blue ones. Shivers running down his spine.
There was a heavy air of passion, lust, and wanting. It was strong, almost suffocating the longer it lasted. A scarlet red was spreading on the lilac haired man.
Soft hands found themselves on the fashion designer’s warm cheeks. There was a hint of mischief in those blue eyes as red lips came inching closer and closer. Mitsuya could feel the hot breath on his lips, the smell of alcohol only making that much more intoxicating.
“… Ta-Takemichi?”
The soft red lips moved heading in the direction of his ear and a slow whisper only Mitsuya could hear soon followed. “ Ne~ Takashi how much longer? Are you scared because if you are I don’t mind taking the lead.”
Mitsuya couldn’t even make a sound before Takemichi embraced him. Resting his chin on his shoulder. Taking his opportunity to take his next shot.
“ You guys are cruel, making me do all the hard work, hmm? Feeling hot?”
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“ Just Kidding!” A beep could be heard coming from Takemichi's cell phone indicating it was already 1:30am. Arms unwrap themselves from Mitsuya’s sides.
“ Anyway I’m going to sleep, I have to open the cafe at 8:00 am. So I’d be grateful if you could clean up this mess.” With one last smile he walked off heading to his bedroom.
An intense heat was blooming in the group's lower regions.
Both shots were successful hits on the targets.