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𝟓𝟎 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ||

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Takemichi can hardly contain his excitement as Mikey drives the boy to the small cafe he and their new gang will be gathering for their first ever meeting.

   It's nerve racking.

    It's surreal.

    It's so damn exciting!!!

    Never in a million years did he think that his ass would be in a gang, alongside two of boyfriends, but look at him now; riding on the back of his boyfriend's shitty moped to a cafe where Mitsuya is waiting to hand them their Toman uniforms.

    Takemichi tightens his arms around Mikey, a big smile on his lips as he watches the cars fly by them. Some of the vehicles flip Mikey off because of how slow he's going but Takemichi flips them off back with what he hopes looks like an intimidating scowl.

    (he'll never admit this outloud to anyone, but Haru has been helping Takemichi work on his quote on quote scary face for the new found game.

    "Just because you're as unthreatening as a button doesn't mean you can't scare your servants in other ways–take Mikey's scowl for example! He's cute and seemingly harmless until he glares at you! So try it out!"

    And Takemichi did–he tried his hardest to replicate Mikey's death stare and ended up getting a disappointed look from the platinum blonde boy.

    "...We'll work on it..."

    "...k...")

    The blonde turns back and gives Takemichi a smirk, his eyes darting from Takemichi's arms around his waist to the boy's face. "Awww Mitchy! Are you tryna cuddle with me~?" Mikey cooes, his dark eyes narrowing with mirth as it takes everything in Takemichi not to dislodge his arms from the blonde. If Takemichi so much as lets go of Mikey then he's falling face first into the concrete.

    "NO! I'm just really excited!!!" Takemichi corrects, wishing that his face isn't as red as it feels.

    "Excited to be riding with me? You're so sweet, Takemitchy–"

    "Excited for our gang uniforms Mikey!!"

    Mikey pouts and averts his gaze back onto the road.

    "You could've at least played along...meanie-mitchy..."

    A sigh leaves Takemichi's lips, knowing that–despite everything they've been through–Takemichi still can't find it in himself to not give into Mikey's whims.

    The same goes for Keisuke, of course.

    Takemichi tightens his grip around Mikey's waist again and plops his chin on the boy's shoulder, making the blonde tense up under his touch.

    "Sorry Mikey...I'll cuddle with you after we get our uniforms on, ok?"

    Mikey doesn't even bother to respond.

    Instead, he cranks up his moped and takes off to their meeting spot going ten miles over the speed limit with Takemichi laughing wildly into the wind.

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Draken, Mitsuya, and Pah are already at the cafe waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

    Takemichi would've apologized for not getting there sooner if he wasn't completely distracted by his clingy boyfriend trying to drag him into a nearby booth.

    "Cmon Mitchy~ You promised to cuddle me!!!" Mikey whines against Takemichi's shoulder as he attempts to tug and pull Takemichi into the space next to them.

    The curly haired boy's face turns red, suddenly self-conscious of the annoyed gazes of his best friends, and tries to dislodge Mikey from his arm.

    "But there's people here!"

    "They don't care!"

    "Uh yeah they do! Draken's literally poking his tongue out at me right now!"

    "That sounds like a him problem."

    "A-And Mitsuya looks like he's minutes away from ripping our uniforms to shreds!"

    "I'll just make him make us a new pair, no biggie."

    "But what about Pah?! He's threatening to stuff the new banner down your throat if you don't stop with the PDA–"

    "I don't care. Cuddle with me, now."

    But, cmon now, what did Takemichi expect? To win against the invincible Mikey? Yeah, right...

    With one more harsh tug to Takemichi's arm, the dark haired boy goes flying into the booth, landing hasphardly over Mikey's lap. The blonde instantly wraps one of his arms around Takemichi's torso while the other mandhandles Takemichi until they're both comfortable, which–in and of itself–was mortifying to experience under the burning gazes of his best friends.

    Mikey smiles down at Takemichi once the blonde rearranges him until he's sitting horizontally on his lap, his dark eyes squinting with unhidden mirth. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Mikey teases with a smirk, completely ignoring Takemichi's useless attempt at a scowl and placing a soft kiss on Takemichi's forehead.

    While Takemichi does melt under Mikey's lips, he is still under no circumstances gonna forgive Mikey for making a fool out of himself in front of his friends!

    So, with crossed arms, Takemichi faces away from Mikey with a pout.

    Completely disregarding the hurt sound Mikey makes upon being ignored, Takemichi turns his gaze to Mitsuya who's carefully rearranging black cardboard boxes on one of the vacant tables. From what Takemichi can see, their names are scribbled on top of each box, probably indicating that–

    "Hey Mitsuya, are those our uniforms?!" Takemichi asks eagerly, his eyes shamelessly scanning over the boxes with greed, with curiosity, dying to know what exactly their uniforms look like.

    Knowing Mitsuya's incredible sense of fashion, they'll without a doubt look amazing!

    The purple eyed boy's face changed from annoyed to pleased in just a matter of seconds.

    "Yep–but, before we can try these on, we gotta wait for two more people."

    Takemichi scans the room, counting each head, and quickly figures out who exactly they're waiting on.

    Keisuke and Kazutora.

    Takemichi heaves out a huff of frustration, annoyed at the tattooed boy as well as his wild boyfriend.

    "They're probably out burning some bastard's car..."

    "There's no doubt about that–it's past lunch time, so they're probably both hungry."

    Draken laughs and places a spoonful of his parfait into his mouth, specks of chocolate sprinkling around his lips as he continues to chuckle. After swallowing the food, he eyes Takemichi with mischief and does nothing to ease Takemichi's worries.

    "Damn, looks like some old geezer's gonna lose a car today. You sure got one hell of a boyfriend, Takemichi."

    Takemichi hangs his head at the reminder, earning many snickers from his friends. "Tell me about it..."

    "Oi, Ken-chin, gimme your parfait," Mikey suddenly pipes up, startling Takemichi.

    The tall blonde raises a brow and brings his parfait closer to his chest, savinghis delicious meal from Mikey's hands.

    "Fuck no. Get your own."

    "Pleeeaaaaseee? Just a bite?"

    "...Just a bite, and nothing more."

    "K!"

    And, when Draken slides the parfait over to Mikey, the poor delicacies fate is sealed.

    Draken will not be getting that parfait back anytime soon.

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Keisuke and Kazutora finally arrive, saving Takemichi from the fight that's about to ensue due to Mikey's bigmouth eating all of Draken's parfait.

    Jumping out of Mikey's lap, he makes a beeline to Keisuke and throws his arms around the surprised boy's waist with a cry for help. Keisuke reciprocates the hug, but it's loose and lacking conviction lik he's been taken offguard.

    "Please tell me you didn't blow up any cars on the way here!!!" Takemichi begs, not wanting their first day in their uniforms spent hiding from the police–

    "Of course not! Who the hell do you take me for? Some feral monster?!"

    Yes.

    Without a doubt, yes.

    "Of course not–"

    "Don't worry, Michi'! Baji only set a bunch of bikes on fire this time!"

    Keisuke releases his grip on Takemichi and rounds on Kazutora with a snarl.

    "YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL HIM!!!"

    Keisuke looks as if he's about to clock Kazutora across the face, and he probably was if Mitsuya didn't interrupt them with an annoyed shout.

    "OI!!! YOU BASTARDS BETTER PUT THESE DAMN UNIFORMS ON BEFORE I KEY YOUR BIKES!!!"

    And, just like that, everything went back to normal.

    God bless mitsuya...

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Takemichi can't stop staring at himself in the mirror.

    Sure, he's worn a thousand different outfits of different aesthetics from his time at the model agency, but this? The black uniform that hugs his frame just right? The comfortable fabric that moves easily enough for Takemichi to fight in? The yellow kanji written on the long sleeves?

    Everything about it is perfect.

    Magnificent.

    Right.

    "Oi, Takemichi, you still gotta put on the obi!" Mitsuya calls out from behind him, wearing the same black uniform as him as he holds up a white sash.

    Takemichi flushes, too caught up in how great and powerful he feels wearing the uniform, and chuckles nervously–stepping away from the mirror to stride up to Mitsuya. "Ah, right! Sorry, I just got a little too excited..." Takemichi apologizes sheepishly, his hands rubbing down the wrinkles of his baggy pants that are just so damn comfy.

    "Can't say I blame you, Michi. You look as amazing in the uniform as I thought you would," Mitsuya shares while handing Takemichi the obi, a light dust of pink painting his cheeks. The boy's heart tightens at the compliment and instantly smiles.

    "You're so amazing Mitsuya–"

    "HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP FLIRTING WITH OUR BOYFRIEND?!"

    "YEAH!!!"

    Whirling around, Takemichi is met with the angry faces of his two boyfriends, both of whom are fuming for such a stupid reason.

    Takemichi rolls his eyes and gives the two boys the middle finger, not wanting to have to deal with their stupid accusations when they should be having fun in their uniforms. "Stop accusing Mitsuya of flirting, dumbasses! He just being nice!"

    "A little too nice if you ask me..." Mikey grumbles, Keisuke quickly nodding alongside him with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

   These clueless bastards...

    "Takemichi, need help with the sash?"

    Moving his gaze away from his infuriating boyfriends, Takemichi meets Draken's expectant gaze and nods with a smile.

    "Yeah! Thanks alot, Draken!" Takemichi chirps happily, handing the tall blonde the white sash before turning around with his arms out.

    "Hey! I wanted to be the one to wrap the sash around Takemichi!!!" Mikey–who must've gotten tired of arguing with Mitsuya–shouts with an angry vein poking out of his neck.

    "WHAT?! I thought we agreed that I was gonna help Michi!!!" Keisuke splutters out in surprise, his face displaying that of a boy who just got told Santa isn't real.

    "Huh? Did I?"

    "YEAH YOU DAMN PRICK!!!"

    "OI! Is that any way to speak to your commander, Baji? Your boyfriend?"

    "KAZUTORA KEEP YOUR SINGLE ASS OUTTA THIS!!!"

    "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

    "YUH!!! WORLD STAR!!!"

    "Oh shit, where's Takemichi's polaroid–?"

    Takemichi and Draken heave out an exhausted sigh at the sight before them:

    Keisuke and Mikey grab each other's hair in a tight grip while Kazutora launches himself at Keisuke. Pah's waving the Toman banner in the air and Mitsuya is off to the side, taking pictures of the fight using Takemichi's camera...

    "...Man...what a bunch of stupid bastards..." Draken grumbles as he finishes tying the white sash around Takemichi's arms and shoulders.

    Takemichi smiles at the feeling of Draken fixing the bow of the obi, his eyes observing the group of boys with nothing but love.

    "Yeah...but they're our stupid bastards."

    Draken chuckles behind Takemichi at his words.

    "Damn right they are."

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Their small gang eventually make t out onto the streets of Shibuya with one goal in mind:

    Taking a group photo to commemorate the day they declare themselves a gang.

    Takemichi winces at the sight of Pah bully this pour tpurist into taking a photo with Takemichi's polaroid, but he decides that it was better Pah to force him into it than someone like Keisuke or Kazutora.

    They lay the banner on the ground with everyone posing behind it.

    Mikey is sitting crisscrossed on the ground with Draken and Pah at his side.

    Behind Mikey, Kazutora throws his arm over Keisuke's shoulder while Takemichi places his hands on his hips, staring at the camera like he would during a modeling shoot, and Mitsuya standing beside him with his hands in his pockets all nonchalantly.

    Snap!

    Snap!

    Snap!

    It's done.

    And, when they scare the tourist off before they try anything like stealing Takemichi's polaroid, they stare at the photos with stars in their eyes.

    "Woah...We look like badasses..." Kazutora mumbles as everyone nods in agreement.

    It's the truth.

    In their black crisp uniforms made by none other than Mitsuya, each and every member of their small gang look like a professional biker gang.

    "Yeah...And we'll be even more badass after we crush The Black Dragons tomorrow!"

    A warm feeling explodes inside Takemichi and–suddenly–he clenches his fist, his veins flooding with determination.

    Tomorrow, by the river bank, Toman will absolutely obliterate The Black Dragons.   

    Takemichi's sure of it.

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"Oi, Mikey, imma give Takemichi a ride home today."

    Takemichi perks up at the sound of Keisuke's voice and–as the words hit him–Takemichi's face falls dramatically.

    To the amusement of all their friends, Takemichi latches onto Mikey in typical mikey fashion and pouts. "Huh?! No way! Pah just said he was gonna take us to his granny's house! Why would I wanna miss out on freshly baked cookies?!" Takemichi scolds. His blue eyes switch from an annoyed Keisuke to an amused Mikey, his big blue eyes pleading and watery as he feigns the look of a distressed child. "Isn't that right mikey?"

    The blonde smiles down at him and ruffles up his curly hair. Takemichi immediately nuzzles into his hand, completely ignoring the prying eyes and laughter of his friends and–

    He's abruptly pushed into Keisuke's arms.

    ..what?

    After his brain catches up with his body, Takemichi squirms and wiggles in Keisuke's grasp, hoping to slip out and reach Mikey, but Keisuke's arms remain solid and unmovable. Takemichi can hear Keisuke and the rest of their group laughing at Takemichi's expense, none of them even trying to reach out to help him, and Takemichi slowly succumbs to his fate.

    "Sorry Takemichi, but me and Keisuke made a deal today," Mikey says, sounding the least apologetic.

    "Yeah! So now you're stuck with me for the rest of the day!!!" Keisuke announces while tightening his arms around Takemichi's torso, slowly dragging him towards his parked motorcycle.

    "But–But what about the cookies–?"

    "I'll save you a batch, Takemichi, if you stay with Baji!!!" Pah calls out, his smile wild and entertained by the sight before him.

    Takemichi is seconds away from being forced onto the motorcycle when he pulls away from Keisuke with all his strength, and cries out to Pah. "You promise?!"

    "Hell yeah!"

    At the reassurance, Takemichi falls limp in Keisuke's arms, allowing the taller boy to lift him onto the bike with a silly feral grin that has no reason to look as attractive as it does.

    "You better stick to your word Pah or I'm telling Yumi about all the lewd things you wanna do to her!"

    Takemichi has never seen Pah look so horrified in his life.

    "But you–you promise you wouldn't tell her–!"

    "And I won't tell her as long as you keep your end of the bargain!" Takemichi teasingly reminds him as Keisuke gets onto this motorcycle, a mischievous giggle slipping past his fanged teeth. Takemichi wraps his arms around Keisuke's torso and leans his cheek against his shoulder blades, feeling his boyfriend breath in and out slowly, a slow melody that relaxes Takemichi. "And i've got a gossip date with all the girls in two days, so you better keep your promise!!!"

   With a pat on Keisuke's shoulder, the boy begins to reeves up his engine, not allowing Pah's words to be heard. Takemichi laughs wildly, waving Mikey and his friends goodbye before Keisuke takes off down the street, his Goki traveling down the street several miles over the speed limit.

    Takemichi nuzzles into Keisuke's back and places his lips right between his protruding shoulder blade, over the black uniform that he wears with pride–a silent mark for Takemichi that tells the boy that Keisuke is his.

    "What's the story behind the deal you and Mikey made?!" Takemichi cries out over the loud engine, hoping his voice can still be heard.

    "I can't tell ya!" Keisuke shouts back, causing Takemichi to slump his shoulders in disappointment.

    "Hah?! Well it better be something important if you're taking me away from those damn cookies!!!" Takemichi screams while playfully digging his fingernails into Keisuke's ribs. Keisuke doesn't so much as flinch. Instead, he looks back at Takemichi and–

    And captures his lips in a chaste kiss.

    His lips are chapped, a bit cracked, and he ended up kissing more along the corners of Takemichi's mouth, but it still felt heavenly to Takemichi.

    "Just put your trust in me, ok Takemichi?!"

    Takemichi finds himself a bit breathless, not being able to do much other than nod dumbly, still thinking back to Keisuke's quick but sweet kiss.

    Rather than paying much attention to his surroundings, Takemichi slumps forward and stuffs his cheek onto Keisuke's back, a silly smile gracing his lips as the wind whips