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𝟒𝟗 || 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 ||

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Six months later...

    "Oi! My boyfriend asked for a castella cake, not a cheesecake!!!"

    "Kei-chan, it's fine! Really–"

    "And where the fuck is my other boyfriend's flag?! He specifically asked for one and it's not here!!!"

    "Yeah! How do you expect me to eat this dorayaki without one?!"

    Keisuke can't even find it in himself to feel sorry for the way their waiter is trembling, the tray in their hands rattling as they endure Keisuke's rather reasonable critiques. Surely following simple directions isn't that hard to follow! And, if it is to this stupid ass worker, then maybe they should get their brain checked at the nearest hospital! And, if there really is nothing wrong with them, then they're clearly incapable of making themselves useful.

    Keisuke slams his fists on the table and rounds on the waiter, minutes away from taking the tray from the waiter's hands and beating them over the head with it.

    "I'm tryna have a nice, successful date with my two cute boyfriends and your dumbass is ruining everything! Get your shit together and take these plates back! If nothing changes then I'm jumping your ass!" Keisuke threatens with bared teeth. He watches with satisfaction as the waiter shakily nods their head and scrambles away. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see other customers staring at him with fear–wide eyes and trembling lips.

    The feral boy smirks and sits back down in the booth, his gaze moving from the nobodies in the cafe to his two boyfriends who sit across from him, both wearing dramatically different expressions.

    Mikey is staring at Keisuke like he's the one who hung the stars in the sky while Takemichi stares at him in horror like he just murdered a pack of puppies.

    The blonde sighs dreamily, his gaze not once leaving Keisuke as he mumbles, "You're a dream come true, Keisuke~"

    Takemichi, on the other hand, leans back against the booth and heaves out a tired sigh while muttering, "You're a terrible person, Kei-chan."

    Keisuke pretends not to notice Takemichi's slight and instead puffs his chest out with pride. It's only a matter of time before Takemichi starts to appreciate Keisuke as his boyfriend and–when that day comes–Keisuke will accept his compliments with open arms and a smile that screams Hah! I win!

    "Don't even mention it babes–"

    Mikey's look of adoration quickly morphs into disgust.

    "Ok, don't ever call us your babes."

    Keisuke reels back, taken aback that the pet name in the couples magazine he read through didn't work, and quickly tries another one.

    "...baby?"

    This time, it's Takemichi's turn to quiver in disgust. "Ugh, yeah no, try another one–my mom calls me that..."

    ...Ok...Maybe...

    "My sweethearts?"

    Keisuke observes in anticipation as Mikey and Takemichi exchange a certain look, one that says they're communicating telepathically, then–after seemingly coming to an agreement–they turn back to Keisuke with apprehension written across their faces. "It's...basic, but it's not as terrible as the first two..." Takemichi admits with Mikey nodding along in agreement.

    The defeated boy slams his head onto the table, on the verge of defeat. "No! I won't settle for basic! Your pet names have to be perfect."

    "Why? A Lot of couples don't use pet names–"

    "But we're different! We're–We're not like those stupid couples who date for a couple weeks before breaking up! We're...y'know–"

    "...Soulmates..."

    Keisuke snaps his head up, his heart tightening at the perfect word that reaches his ears that perfectly explains their tightly knit relationship. Looking across the table, he sees Takemichi staring at Mikey with amazement and–with that look alone–Keisuke quickly discerns that it was Mikey who came up with the title.

    The blonde's eyes are unusually vulnerable, holding a sort of glisten to them as he switches his gaze from Takemichi to Keisuke. "I think...We're soulmates–people who were destined to meet each other. That's why we're not like other people."

    Without realizing it, Keisuke begins to smile, his face aching with the way his grin reaches his eyes, and thanks whatever gods are out there for his two smart, wonderful boyfriends.

    "Yeah...Soulmates is good!" Takemichi pipes up, his cute cheeks decorated in a rosy blush. Then, very sheepishly, Takemichi looks off to the side, avoiding Mikey's and Keisuke's eyes. "But...can we keep the petname between us three? I want it to be something special..." Takemichi confesses, his shoulders bunching up with tension, nervous tension, and if Keisuke weren't sitting across from him, then he would've grabbed his jaw and kissed him silly for being so naturally cute.

    Thankfully, Mikey and Keiske are one in the same, so Mikey does it for Keisuke.

    In one quick motion, Mikey grabs ahold of the collar of Takemichi's tank top, makes the boy swerve his head to meet him halfway, and smashes their lips together. The blonde completely takes the curly haired boy by surprise, but after getting his bearings together, he closes his eyes and smiles into the kiss before pulling away, a permanent blush staining his cheeks.

    Everything about the display was messy and clumsy–practically just lips touching lips–but, with how much love and relief that was pouring out of Mikey in waves, it became something special.

    Personal.

    Significant.

    "We'll keep it between us three, Promise," Mikey states firmly, his hand still hooked into Takemichi's tank top, but the curly haired boy doesn't seem to mind.

    Keisuke shakes his head, forcing himself out of his own daze, and smiles warmly at the two. "Promise," Keisuke says along with him, determination slipping through his voice like silk.

    And Takemichi mirrors their expressions, nothing but gratefulness covering features before mumbling, "Promise."

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    When the waiter came back with their order, Keisuke was in a much better mood.

    And, with Takemichi's insistence, Keisuke tipped the waiter more money than he would've done initially.

    After gaining a rather meek goodbye from the waiter, the three boys took their food and left the cafe, not too content with eating their meals in such an enclosed space and decided on somewhere else:

    Musashi Shrine.

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    "Ughhh! It feels like it's been ages since we've all gotten together like this!" Keisuke exclaims loudly into the open air, not having to worry about stupid waiters or judgy customers, and bites into his dango.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mikey nodding along with him, something akin to frustration flashing across his face. "Yeah, because mr model over here keeps ditching us to wear stupid clothes!" Mikey complains with his mouth full of Dorayaki.

    Keisuk will never know how Mikey is able to talk clearly with his face full of food and he doubts he ever will.

    Takemichi pouts at the two of them, clearly irritated with them both by discrediting his new hobby. "They're not stupid clothes, Mikey!" Takemichi argues with a wag of his plastic fork. "They're amazing–with beautiful fabric and beautiful materials and–" Takemichi sighs dreamily, his eyes filled with stars as he seems to reminisce, "I'm just–I'm so happy Wakasa was able to get me into a modeling program...he's the best..."

     While Keisuke is happy that Takemichi is working towards becoming a model, he can't help but be upset over the amount of time they have to spend apart.

    Not to mention that this was all possible because of that kissass Wakasa.

    Mikey doesn't seem as bothered by this. In fact, his eyes sparkle mischievously as he takes another bite of his dorayaki. "You're gonna be so famous, Mitchy, I know it," Mikey mumbles around his mouth of food and–grudgingly–Keisuke agrees that his curly haired boyfriend is undoubtedly going to receive a lot of attention.

    Especially the unwanted kind.

    Takemichi has the type of beauty that someone might call feminine by certain beauty standards that Keisuke finds stupid. According to Takemichi, the modeling agency he's contracted with picked him because of his quote on quote long lashes, big doe eyes, button nose, natural rosy cheeks, bright smile, but Keisuke can't help but find the observation dreadfully shallow.

    Why didn't they point out how firm and smooth his muscles are? Takemichi had been working hard on getting into shape and they didn't even think to mention his perfect physique! And what about the adorable crinkle that forms underneath Takemichi's right eye when he smiles too hard? Is that not relevant either? Or what about how cute his nose is when he scrunches it up in disgust? Or his naturally perfect manicured fingernails and calloused palms that feel like heaven against Keisuke's skin?

    From Keisuke's point of view, all of those stupid model contractors are a bunch of short-minded people who have no idea what true beauty is.

    If feminine features are the only thing they're looking for, then why not just pick a girl off the streets and call it a day?

    Why define Takemichi into a certain stereotype when he's just as wild and rowdy as any boy?

    Why would they portray him as some innocent angel when Takemichi's the type of person to head straight into fights without any remorse for himself?

    It's stupid.

    But will Keisuke admit this to Takemichi and hurt his feelings? Fuck no.

    But will Keisuke continue to hate in silence while supporting Takemichi's dream to become a model? Fuck yeah.

    Despite himself, Keisuke smiles and nudges Takemichi with his shoulder, taking his attention away from Mikey. "Yeah! And then, when you're all famous and shit, you can pay off my student loan when I go to college to become a veterinarian!" Keisuke declares and–as expected–Takemichi's eye twitches.

    "I'm not gonna baby you, Kei-chan!" Takemichi scolds with a roll of his eyes.

    "Nah, I think you should! What else are you gonna use all that money for?" Mikey teases, finally finishing his Dorayaki.

    Takemichi's face twists into something serious as he moves his eyes from Keisuke to the small piece of cake left in his to-go box.

    "Ima use it on a good lawyer to get my mama out of jail."

    Ah, as expected of Takemichi.

    Keisuke smiles at Takemichi's words of conviction, knowing that–without a doubt–that Takemichi will achieve his goal of setting his mom free.

    Keisuke scoots closer to Takemichi and wraps his arm around his shoulder, engulfing him in a one-armed hug. "That's pretty badass, Takemichi."

    Takemichi snorts with a smile, but nods his head in agreement.

    "Yeah–then, when Katsumi's out of jail, Shin will stop moping like a stupid virgin!" Mikey adds, surprising a laugh out of Keisuke and Takemichi.

    "S-Shut up, Mikey! God, you're almost as crude as Kazutora and that boy's shown me some disgusting playboy magazines!" Takemichi giggles while pulling Mikey into a half hug. Keisuke watches in silence as the blonde nuzzles into Takemichi's shoulder, a silly smile playing on his lips–

    Keisuke's body jolts, a sudden memory surfacing into his head at the reminder of Kazutora.

    Shit...Looks like Keisuke's gonna have to ruin this peaceful atmosphere...

    Inhaling sharply, Keisuke levels the two of them with a serious glare as he announces, "Speaking of Tora, he told me something pretty fucked up yesterday." The curly haired boy pushes his half finished cake to the side and gives Keisuke his full attention.

    "Eh? Well spill it, Kei-chan!" Takemichi insists with Mikey clinging to his shoulder like a stupid monkey; the blonde's eyes pierce through Keisuke's head as if to pull the information out of Keisuke's brain by force.

    "...Tora's been getting jumped by The Black Dragons..."

    He sees and feels the way Takemichi and Mikey tense up at the gang name, and–when Keisuke sneaks a glance at Mikey–he sees nothing but disappointment and sorrow for his friend's wellbeing and for the downfall of his older brother's gang.

    "Those bastards are at it again?!" Takemichi sneers, his entire demeanor doing a complete one eighty. "Didn't they get the hint not to fuck with us or Kazutora when Mikey curbstomped their ass?"

    Keisuke heaves out an amused sigh and shakes his head no, causing Takemichi's shoulders to slump in frustration. "Apparently not," He breathes out. "I wrangled the information out of Kazutora yesterday when I saw the amount of bruises on his skin. That sorry-excuse of a gang has been beating and robbing Kazutora for almost an entire month."

    The atmosphere around them suddenly turns dark.

    Switching his gaze from Takemichi to Mikey, Keisuke startles at the glare the blonde sends his way, sending endless shivers down his spine.

    "How the hell did they get away with doing all this shit under our noses for so long?" Mikey fumes, his eyebrows pinched tightly together in rage. Keisuke can't even blame him–he reacted the same way when he heard the news from Kazutora himself.

    "Who knows," Keisuke mumbles, still having no clue himself, but his veins are burning, no, set ablaze with anger. "But we gotta put a stop to it soon."

    "How?!" Takemichi rasps out, his face full of dread as he visibly grinds his teeth, his hands balled into fists as he attempts to control his anger. "They didn't stop when they got pummeled by Mikey, so what the hell are we supposed to do?"

    ...Keisuke's a bit surprised that the answer to the question came to him as fast as it did.

    It startled him, scared him, but sent waves of satisfaction through his blood as he thought it over.

    Turning his scowl into a sharp grin, Keisuke grabs Mikey and Takemichi's attention again, as serious as can be.

    "We form a gang and put an end to them once and for all!"

    And, with the way Takemichi and Mikey's eyes seem to glow at the suggestion, Keisuke instantly knows that he came up with the right answer.

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    "Eh? You're gonna announce it to everyone at the shrine?"

    From behind Keisuke, Mikey nods against Keisuke's shoulder, his arms circling tightly around Keisuke's waist that makes his heart flutter as they drive down the street, heading to the Musashi Shrine.

    "Yeah. I told Takemitchy to keep it a secret until we get there since he's riding with Mitsuya..." Mikey grumbles frustratedly and Keisuke finds himself sharing the same sentiment. Mitsuya's affections towards Takemichi isn't a secret to anyone, including Takemichi, and now–with Takemichi and Mikey as his boyfriends–he finds himself becoming more overprotective of them than he normally was before they all started dating.

    "He better not try anything..."Keisuke mutters under his breath, not really expecting Mikey to hear him, but the hot breath of air that hits his ear shows that Mikey–somehow–heard.

    "He won't! He respects me too much!"

    Keisuke's eye twitches at Mikey's words.

    "Hah?! He respects me too, y'know!"

    "Psh, yeah right! He respects you as much as he respects Tora' maybe~" Mikey teases and Keisuke has half the mind to shuck the blonde of his motorcycle for being such a prick.

    "Oi! Watch your mouth! Do ya wanna eat the damn concrete?!"

    Keisuke's threat hardly affects Mikey if his loud boisterous laugh is anything to go by.

    "You love me too much to do something like that, Keisuke~"

    Ignoring the blush running across his cheeks cause, yeah–keisuke wouldn't actually do that to someone like Mikey–Keisuke scowls and makes sure his right turn is extra sharp, hoping to catch Mikey off guard.

    It doesn't–that talented prick.

    "Oh, forgot to mention–I like the upgrades you made to your bike, Keisuke. It's a GSX 25OE, right?"

    The compliment brings a sense of pride to Keisuke and, rather excitedly, he nods his head. "Yeah! Me and Takemichi fixed it up yesterday and Wakasa helped! Ain't my Goki badass?!"

    Before Mikey can answer, the sound of an upcoming motorcycle sidles up beside them.

    "Eh? Badass?!"

    Keisuke turns his head and comes face to face with Draken, his long black and white kimono flailing wildly in the wind. "My Zephyr's the most badass ride in Tokyo!!!" The long haired blonde declares with so much confidence that it makes Keisuke want to choke the tattooed boy out in the middle of the busy road.

    "Woah, Woah, hold the phone, Draken! I can't just sit by and let that slide!"

    Another motorcycle comes riding up beside them, stopping next to Draken. When Keisuke peers over Draken's shoulder, he spots Mitsuya driving his motorbike with Takemichi behind him, clinging on with a cute smile on his perfect lips. Keisuke catches his eye and sends him a wink, making the boy blush cutely against Mitsuya's shoulder

    "My sweet little Impulse is the best in the world! Ain't that right, Takemichi?" Mitsuya looks back, seeming to expect an answer from Takemichi, and the curly haired boy jumps, too distracted by Keisuke and Mikey to answer.

    Keisuke snickers to himself knowing–no matter what–Mitsuya's got nothing on himself and mikey.

    "I–I don't really know enough about motorbikes, but–"

    "Oi bastards! Don't bother fighting when your stuck with gravity–it's not a good look~"

    Kazutora's mocking face pokes out from beside Mitsuya, his smile flashing too many teeth to appear genuine. "My Rocket's the best in the goddamn universe!" Kazutora claims boldly, as if Keisuke's ride isn't right there–

    These bastards seriously need to be put in their places!

    "Hah?! Looks like you little shits just got your pubes in!" Keisuke sneers, feeling an annoyed vein pop out from under his eye.

    Draken glares down at him, his face turning ugly and ragged as he screams, "AH? SO DID YOU DUMBASS!!!"

    "Huh?! I've had loads of them since fifth grade–!"

    "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH, MITSUYA!!! I KNOW YOUR DUMBASS JUST PUT PERMED HAIR DOWN YOUR PANTS TO IMPRESS TAKEMICHI–"

    "KAZUTORA SHUT THE FUCK