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“Hey, don’t you think that Takemitchy should put some distance between him and Mikey?”
The words fled from his lips in a whisper he didn’t intend to pronounce. He knew he wasn’t supposed to say it, much less think about it, but he couldn’t help it. Takemichi is the brighter light he has ever seen that the thought of watching it extinguishing in the most torturous pace causes a painful sting on his heart. But it was too late now, he spoke his mind against his will by an impulse guided by the envy he felt at seeing the pair of blondes ahead of them having fun, sharing laughs oblivious of everything and everyone around them.
“Uh? Why are you saying that so suddenly? Are you jealous or something?”
Draken jokes; Mitsuya simply hums with his eyes still directed at Mikey and Takemichi. Jealous? Yes, jealous it’s perhaps the word that would suit the best to describe his feelings. Even so, it’s not something he started to experiment from one day to another, no. The ache was secretly preying on him since the night Takemitchy saved Draken from Kiyomasa’s attack, and it grew stronger after watching him standing firmly between Mikey and Kazutora to force them stop fighting. How someone like him was perceived as weak when in reality it’s the one who holds the greatest strength that not even the entire ToMan could match or break?
What started as admiration at his bravest, mostly reckless, actions, became a sincere desire to be closer with him. A confident shoulder he could run onto whenever he feels lost or simply needs company to relax, watching movies, or doing nothing; it doesn’t matter. As long as he chooses him, anything else doesn’t matter. It deeply hurts him knowing that he isn’t yet, and perhaps he will never be, that type of person for him.
Mikey eclipses most of the time, and when he isn’t, Chifuyu is right beside him. Curious , nobody thought that the time in which Matsuno reduces his time with Baji will come, but it occurred anyways. Talking about only the two of them could understand and quitting the talks or changing the subject at the sight of any of them walking towards their positions. What is it that they kept to themselves so zealously? He wants to know, regardless of probably not being helpful, he can’t prevent the need eating him alive because it’s Takemichi the one holding a secret for them, but most importantly, for him.
He knows that it’s bad to feel that way, sick with a possessiveness he can’t take off of his heart. He’s ashamed of those sentiments, but only partly; he’s well aware that he’s not the only one who thinks the same. Mikey, it’s obviously one of those who wants to monopolize that light. Kisaki it’s another one of the names in a list Mitsuya created in his mind to be careful about, after all the problems that he made them go through as he tried to break Takemitchy.
Despite his closeness with Chifuyu, Mitsuya can’t really tell if the aforementioned shares the same sentiment that’s far from platonic that he has towards him. Matsuno still glares at Baji in a way he doesn’t do with anyone else, even Takemichi. Maybe they are just friends? Good, it will be a pain if they don’t. Among them all, Chifuyu it’s the one holding the triumph card on the crybaby hero’s heart; it’s both a shame and relief that he isn’t aware of that. Or that if he’s aware, he chose not to use it.
The last person on that list is standing right next to him. He may have joked about being jealous, but he’s not safe from sharing that specific same feeling. Draken has been holding himself back too, probably better than the rest. Or well, compared to Mikey, who shamelessly drags him around the streets invading his personal space, and him, who barely tries to not avert his eyes in his direction whenever they’re all gathered together. Draken is the last person someone could pinpoint him with romantic feelings towards Takemichi.
Always a mediator, a protector; always forced to keep a calm behavior to not upset his best friend. Mitsuya can only guess that he fell for him since the same night he did, but something tells him that it goes to a time before that incident. Was it after the fight between him and Mikey that got solved because Takemichi intervened? Either way, Mitsuya knows that they both are in the same boat on the sea that’s drifting away from the island they’re craving to reach to finally find the peace their heart needs.
“Yes, I am.” He resumes with a calmed smile on his face, his eyes are still fixed at the silhouettes several meters in the distance. “Maybe I should put an end to this feeling, don’t you agree?”
“Wait, Mitsuya.” The taller guy places his hand on his shoulder preventing him from walking away. “You can’t just go there and steal Takemichi from Mikey-” Takashi then turns over his heels to face him, his expression calmed but somehow Draken doesn’t perceive it as anything but a threat.
“I wouldn’t try it if he had a partner already, but Takemichi doesn’t belong to anyone. If Mikey doesn’t make his move, then I’ll do it.” In his eyes lies the spark of determination; if there’s a minimal chance that Hanagaki reciprocates his feelings, then he’ll go for it.
Draken doesn’t know what to say, he understands how he feels, but at the same time he can’t help but ask himself; is it really okay to be selfish and tell Takemichi that he likes him, just like Mitsuya it’s aiming to do? That’s why making a decision it’s too difficult for him. Draken knows about his time leaps and the weight he’s carrying on his back alone. He wants to help him, let him know that although he may not be anything like Chifuyu or Naoto, he’s still willing to do whatever it takes to support him. Takemichi’s happiness, it’s everything he wants for him. Even if it’s not by his side…
Several days go by without a change; Mitsuya’s behavior remains as passive as usual, the same as everything else. Chifuyu and Takemichi holding their private sleepovers which everyone knows but refuse to complain about because they all have the liberty to make their own plans at night. Although deep inside a few of them resent them a little bit because of that. With everything following the prescribed routine, Draken can’t stay still thinking when the moment Mitsuya will do his move. He also wonders if he already did it and he got rejected.
“Sorry guys, I have to go, Mitsuya asked me if I could help him with some arrangements in the room of his club.” He says with an apologetical smile on his face as he scratches the back of his head.
“But you’re not even in the same school as him. Takemitchy, if he’s exploiting you, you can always tell me.” Mikey replies, as usual, invading his personal space by rounding his shoulders with his right arm pulling him closer.
“He’s not exploiting me, it’s just that he forgot to do it when the teacher asked him days ago, and the rest of the club had plans today.” Draken can tell that’s a ridiculous lie that only someone as naïve as Takemichi would take as real.
“What about Hakkai or Peh?” The taller blonde asks without a piece of doubt fleeing from his mouth.
“He’s busy with Yuzuha, and I heard Peh went to pay a visit to Pah so… Oh, but if you don’t have anything else to do, you can join us!”
“And do what? Clean? Sorry Takemitchy, but that sounds boring as fuck. Good look.”
With that, the three of them take different paths, Takemitchy on his way to Mitsuya’s school while Draken and Mikey go to hang around at the arcade. They didn’t last that much inside the establishment until Draken fakes a call from his guardian asking for help with stuff at the brothel. Deciding to call it a day, both blondes go to their respective houses. Well, at least Mikey does it. Ryuuguuji on the contrary, goes directly to Mitsuya's club, hoping it wasn’t too late.
Arriving there was faster than he thought, or maybe he drove at a higher speed than the one he assumed. It doesn’t matter, he’s paralyzed in front of the white door, unconsciously holding his breath. He doesn’t have anything planned on his mind to say or do; blaming his selfishness he stands in the entrance of the schoolroom with his hands at mere centimeters of the knob.
“ W-wait Mitsuya-kun, it’s- it’s too much, I can’t– ”
“ I know you’d been taking more than this, Takemitchy. Just relax. ”
No. It can’t be. It can’t be real. They two are doing it inside the schoolroom??!
“¡Hey, Mitsuya!”
Draken’s brain snaps as he abruptly opens the door stepping inside whilst asking himself if he was barging in there because of Mikey, or if it was just his selfishness propelling his body forwards as a poor attempt to prevent his light to be stolen from him. Nonetheless he regrets his sudden action split seconds immediately after he steps inside; Takemichi is carrying a pile of boxes, and Mitsuya it’s placing a last one at the top. Both teens stare at him with shocked expressions that relax once they see him.
“Draken-kun, in the end you came to give us a hand, thank you.” Takemichi says with a beam as he walks to the small room connected to the club’s space.
“I don’t really say he’s here to help though.”
Mitsuya whispers so low that Draken barely hears him, but the clear evidence at Draken’s motives were discovered doesn’t go unnoticed. The rest of the afternoon and part of the evening it’s spent on helping Takashi with his duties at the club. Organizing and cleaning every corner of the room left them exhausted and sweating a lot; the downside of having to do it in summer. Mitsuya suggests going to a public bathroom but Takemichi refuses saying that he doesn’t like to share a bath with strangers. Draken points out that he has done it before with Chifuyu, and that nobody will really pay attention to them; however, Takemichi’s mind doesn’t change.
He even tells them that it’s fine if they want to go, he can simply return to his place and take a bath there. Hanagaki perceives a mild glint of deception at his suggestion in the eyes of his friends. Maybe they wanted to play something or go to another place after taking a bath; he thinks. Then he offers them bathing at his house; the twin dragons hesitate for a moment before agreeing with him. It will be too suspicious of them to insist again on going to the public bathrooms, better keep their intentions low.
“There’s a bathroom on the second floor, the other it’s here.” He opens the door at his left to show it. “You can use any of them, meanwhile I’ll put your clothes in the washing machine. I’ll take a bath once any of you finish.”
They tried to oppose saying that he should bathe first because he’s the host, but if they thought Mikey was stubborn, Takemichi it’s thrice obstinate as their leader. After collecting their clothes plus his own, he places it in the washer and heads back to his dorm. There’s a tingle of nervousness within him, several different things cross his mind that he isn’t aware of the time passing by until Mitsuya it’s kneeling in front of him looking at him with a worried expression.
He rushes to readjust his towel around his body, for a second he was scared that Mitsuya discovered his secret but thankfully such a thing didn’t occur. However, his odd behavior doesn’t go unseen and the lilac-haired teen leans towards him. He’s not trying anything, just an innocent tease to make him confess. Droplets of his wet hair fall over Takemichi’s chest causing brief spams on him.
“ Why so nervous, Takemitchy? What are you afraid of? ”
“N-nothing! Nothing at all! Well, now that you’re out, I’m going to take a bath.”
He tries to escape but Mitsuya holds him by his thigh before he leaves the bed, this causes his towel to slip away and fall on the floor. The sight lasts for a second, but in Takashi’s mind it will last forever. As well the guilt, shame and urge to call Draken to punch his face as strong as he can, and he knows how brutal his strength is. He closes his eyes as he gives Takemichi his towel back after picking it up from the floor.
“I-I’m sorry Takemitchy. It was very rude of me to mess like that with a girl…” Although he said it himself, his mind sends him to moments ago where Takemichi was on bed, chest exposed in front of him. The reddish coloration of his face intensifies. He kneels, full body on the floor, as he asks the blonde to forgive him.
“I-it’s fine, it was an accident, so you can stand. Besides, I’m not a girl, Mitsuya-kun.” At hearing this, the lilac-haired teen raises his head; he’s staring at him incredibly confused. Takemichi sits on the edge of his bed again, Takashi seated over his knees and still in front of him.
“I know it’s hard to believe but, I-I’m a boy… but I also have this…” He points at his crotch, to make it obvious what he refers to. “It’s pretty rare, but even so, there are other guys like me. Still, it makes me nervous that other people find out so if- if you keep it a secret, I’ll be very grateful.”
“O-of course, you don’t even need to ask, Takemitchy. So, uhm, Chifuyu also…”
“Yeah. Ah! But don’t tell him that I told you! As you can imagine, it’s a delicate subject.”
Mitsuya chuckles to himself, the doubts, and fears that there would be something else between Takemitchy and Chifuyu dissipates in the room. Although the blonde hadn’t really said anything that the two of them aren’t dating, deep inside he can feel that those assumptions were just inside his head. He feels more relaxed now. There’s still a certain curiosity about Takemichi’s condition that he can’t dismiss from his mind.
Hanagaki notices it by the way he keeps staring at him, it’s a bit similar to the way Takuya stared at him when he told him about it; thought back then they were a pair of eight-year-old children, so the curiosity wasn’t tainted with the glint of hungry that Mitsuya possess in his eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek with his eyes averted at the wall. It hasn’t passed that much time, but Takemichi thinks it has been hours of being observed so intensely. He leans a little bit backwards, supporting his weight on his left palm while the right one rests on his lap.
“If…” It’s just a word; softer as a whisper can be, but it’s enough to catch the lilac-haired teen. “I can show it to you if you want…” His face is red, his fingertips playing nervously with the knot of his towel as he waits for an answer. Mitsuya stares at him bewildered for a couple of seconds before an incredulous chuckle suddenly flees from his lips before he lowers his gaze at the floor.
“You’re mean, Takemitchy.” The aforementioned couldn’t protest due the silver glare staring at him fondly. “You don’t hesitate to expose yourself to me as if… as if I don’t feel anything but friendship towards you.” He now stands to place his left knee between his legs as he leans onto him.
His right-hand palm covers Takemichi’s hand and using his left he softly caresses his cheek. He’s too close to him but leaving some gap between them, as if he’s giving him a chance to turn his advances down if he’s not sharing the same feelings as he. However, Takemichi remains still; rosy cheeks and mild parted lips. The blonde then traces his right-hand at slow pace through his chest; their eyes connected with a million words that neither of the two speaks out loud.
“I like you, Takemichi.” Just like him ; he thinks as he departs from the blonde in direction to the door. He then opens it abruptly, leaving no choice to the tall teen but to go in there too. “You said that I should be fair and let Takemichi choose, so that’s what I’m going to do.”
Hanagaki looks at them with confused eyes, the twin dragons exchanging knowing glares. Without saying anything, Takemichi stands and heads towards his bathroom. He knows something there it’s going on; he wants to give them time to talk about it with themselves before doing… whatever the hell they’re trying to do. However, a shy touch on his shoulder impedes him from walking away. Draken gently guides him back to his position in bed before he starts apologizing.
This takes aback both, Takemichi and Takashi; neither of them knows the reason he’s thinking he needs to ask for forgiveness. He explains that he accidentally heard their conversation regarding his body, he tells him that he will keep the secret too. Once that point was cleared, and Hanagaki eases his mind about it, Draken grabs him gently with his hands. His black irises linked with the perfect blue of Takemichi’s orbs; it may be due the nervous thumb rubbing the back of his hand or the hesitations in his eyes, but the smaller blonde couldn’t help but give him an encouraging smile.
“I like you too, Takemitchy.”
Hanagaki’s eyes widen at his confession, his heart bits are unstable, and his breathing gets heavier. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Draken lies at his left side while Mitsuya it’s at his right; both dragons refuse to avert their eyes from him. Unable to give an answer to any of the two, Takashi suggests Takemichi to let them prove to him which of them will fit better to be his lover. Thinking it’ll be something like going out on dates, he agreed with him. Little did he know things will be escalating to a very different path instant later.
Draken was surprised by his response, but he restrained himself from saying anything else; this was Takemichi’s decision, so he will go along with it. He gently grabs his chin to plant a soft kiss over his lips, he ignores Mitsuya calling him a cheater, or the sudden shiver of Takemichi. Takashi then kneels again, bringing back Hanagaki’s previous offer as he removes the towel, indulging himself in the sight of his cunt.
Hanagaki tries to say something, but his words are blocked by Draken’s tongue exploring his mouth as the kiss grows its intensity. Mitsuya takes this chance to mark a path of kisses from his thighs to his crotch which he starts devouring without remorse after placing both of his legs over his shoulders. It’s happening. The unimaginable scenarios that kept Takemichi’s minds busy before Takashi entered his room after finishing his bath, are really happening.
The taller blonde takes a seat behind him; he keeps journeying his lips over every centimeter of his exposed skin whilst his palms send electric sensations through his body. Every caress, every trace of their tongues on him, every comment filled with adoration and love it’s making his mind go dizzy. Draken’s fresh touch on his nipples contrasts the heat of his skin; he can’t prevent moaning louder when Takashi it’s too focused on sucking his clit. He inserts a finger in him, then another one some minutes later.
“ M-Mitsuya, Mitsuya, Mitsuyahh, p-lease.. d-don’t sto- ”
Jealousy strikes Draken at only hearing his friend’s, temporary rival’s, name coming out from Takemichi’s mouth; he pinches his nipples quite harder while he bites his earlobe as a reminder that he’s there too. He slowly inserts a pair of fingers in his mouth, hissing at the warm tongue clinging on his hand with desperate need. He shushes his eagerness away with gentle nibbles on his neck as he digs his digits into his throat.
Despite his coughing and gags, Draken doesn’t retrieve his fingers, but he doesn’t move them profoundly either; he just keeps his hand still, whispering sweet words of encouragement to minimize his small frantic spasms. Takemichi’s head spins, Draken’s voice sounds too far although he knows he’s nibbling and kissing his shoulders. His digits mess with his esophagus, forcing him to restrain his urge to throw up. By being too fixed on not puke, Mitsuya’s movements produce a bigger pleasure on his clouded mind, he didn’t realize he’s moving his hips until Takashi pointed out.
He feels a knot revolving his lower abdomen, he knows his climax is close, but he can’t warn the lilac-haired teen about it because his throat it’s busy pleasing Draken’s devilish actions. He then seizes Takashi’s head between his legs, pressing him harder against his body when he finally reaches his climax with a choked moan and eyes lost in pleasure. Both Mitsuya and Draken retrieve their hands from the convulsing body between them to help him lie over his bed.
They change positions leaving Ken’s face between his legs and Mitsuya holding him by his wrists; then, Draken repeats slightly the same thing his twin dragon did on him. Even so, it feels completely different. He uses a pair of fingers to massage his clit nicely whilst introducing his tongue inside of him. Takemichi’s overwhelmed body shivers dramatically as he tries to get away from him unconsciously; nonetheless, Takashi pins him on his original position using his strength and nibbling on the pink buds on his chest.
“ Drah-ken, yes, yes, like that, Draken, please-!”
There’s a great difference between Mitsuya’s hands and Draken’s ones, with just two fingers pleasing his insides, Takemichi feels so full; without mention the other two still caressing his clit in circling movements. He arcs his back and moans wantonly whilst begging him to not stop doing it. Takashi kisses him to shut him up, his nails exploring his body at a torturous pace. Tears run free from Hanagaki’s eyes catching the twin dragon’s minds connected with the same thought. They know Takemichi is well known for being a crybaby, but this type of laments trigger something different in them both, something dark. A craving for their souls is screaming at them to keep guarded to themselves, because Takemichi’s crying face it’s incredibly fascinating to them.
Their brains snap at their resolve. Draken’s movements become erratic; his sole purpose now is to increase the lustful whines Takemichi is making shamelessly. Mitsuya manages to flip him over his abdomen, which Ryuuguuji compliments by flexing Hanagaki’s legs, and raising his butt for him to keep going on with his fellations. Takashi slightly leans over him, using his cum as a lube to insert two fingers in his ass while his other hand positions his dick in front of his mouth. The blonde impatiently takes him in his mouth, he uses his hands to stroke him whilst both of them mess his interior.
He forces himself to swallow Mitsuya’s entire length whilst he reaches his second orgasm several minutes later, which Draken eagerly drinks like his friend did before. Ken carries him by grabbing him by his thighs, but before he could do another thing, Takashi leans towards Takemichi, slowly introducing his dick in his interior, stealing him, along his first time, from the taller guy. He smirks satisfied at Draken as he smashes his length in and out of him; the aforementioned clicks his tongue in frustration.
Then, he mimics his previous action and uses the thick fluids to introduce two of his fingers inside of Takemichi’s ass. With Mitsuya carrying him instead of him, Draken scissors him all the way Takashi hammers his dick at unsteady pace; Hanagaki scratches his back and moans their names over and over again. Once three of his fingers were moving without trouble in his interior, Draken replaced his digits by inserting his length little by little into him. Takemichi leans his face at him to chase a kiss that’s happily reciprocated meanwhile Takashi kisses his neck before he and Draken switch places over Hanagaki’s lips.
Their connection it’s undoubtedly wonderful, their sculpting Takemichi’s body to mold perfectly with them together. Neither of them wants to stop, neither of them has really a reason to stop. Their voices mingle with drool and kisses that increase its heat with fervent thrusts and doting caresses. It’s the first time Takemichi feels this full and content in his life, he knows he has to make a choice but it’s too difficult for him to pick a side knowing one of them will end up with a broken heart.
He can feel their love, their need, their crave to be chosen. He can see it in their eyes, pleading in silence to be the one that keeps his heart. Positions change more than one time, keeping the rhythm of their oscillations as passionate as it started. Kisses and bites are zealously mapping his body as if it’ll be the last time, they could get an opportunity like this. He’s afraid of saying his answer out loud. He doesn’t want to hurt them but, in the end, he knows it’s inevitable.
The overwhelming feeling that has him moaning and crying it’s the result of their actions both, carnal and sentimental. He hopes they can see it in his eyes, a bright ocean with turbulent waves that lie in wait for things to clarify in his mind. Because it hurts so much hearing them say all those words he can’t bring himself to properly express. As silly as it may be, he thinks for a moment, for a split-second moment, that the decision he’s going to make will have a big impact on the future he’s aiming for. The weight of his answer wrecks his mind and creates a hole right through his heart. It’s too much, too much, too much too–
“ Are you okay, Takemitchy? ”
“ Did we hurt you, Takemitchy? ”
Ah, their voices. Their sweet, caring, and gentle voices are calling for him. They’re worried for him. They’re in love with him. He realizes now that he’s still crying, even after having done more times than the ones his troubled mind can count. He’s lying on his bed between the two of them, their eyes showing nothing but concern. They know that this crying it’s far different from the previous they witnessed when their bodies were one. They feared they had pressured him to do something he didn’t want to do in the first place.
“N-no, you… you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed it a- a lot. It’s just…”
He’s so close, he feels the words at the tip of his tongue. He needs to tell them. He needs to decide because it’ll be unfair keeping them waiting any longer. His body it’s starting to ache, looking at the clock he assumes the washer has stopped its functions an hour ago; he needs to get their clothes ready. If things get awkward, he has to prolong these moments, even if he isn’t totally fine with it. He asks them to wait for him until he’s back, then he grabs his towel and goes downstairs to do his other task.
He couldn’t fool them entirely; they perceived the sadness in his eyes. A pain that wasn’t there before it’s now making him want to cry and cry until all the ache it’s out of him. They don’t know exactly what they did, but they know it’s their fault. The room it’s filled with a heavy sensation in the air. Suffocating, they’re suffocating more and more with every minute that goes by, so they decide to grab their respective towels and go search for him.
It didn't take too long before they heard his laments in the laundry room. In the middle of the room, Takemichi is kneeling in front of the clothes dryer holding Mitsuya’s sweater and Draken’s haori on each of his hands. He didn’t put them in the washer because it wasn’t really dirty, compared to the rest of their uniforms. It smells like them, the lotion they use. Like safety, like…
“Takemitchy?”
They call for him, but he doesn’t dare to look back. They kneel at both of his sides; they don’t say anything, don’t dare to pronounce another thing that could upset him even more. They just lie there in silence while they hug him tenderly. It’s not an awkward silence, just a comfortable embrace between them three. Once he’s calmed, Draken carries him to the living room where they take a seat on the sofa right beside him.
“I…” They focus their absolute attention on him now. “I can’t do this. You both are amazing, wonderful guys and I… I can’t choose…” At his last words his voice breaks again. “I know it’s unfair, you deserve an answer, but I can’t… so, I think, I think it’s better if we remain as friends.”
There, he said it. He finally said the words that were stuck in his throat impending him to properly breathe. It doesn’t minimize the sting in his heart though, that still hurts as hell. Crushing him with fear provoked by the anxiety of thinking that he made a mistake that will ruin his efforts on getting a happy ending for everyone. He’s waiting for a scream, or a question to his decision; maybe a comment trying to change his mind. But nothing comes from their mouths. They are sitting there in silence, but it’s an awkward quietness this time.
“I’m sorry.”
He needs to be alone to think on how to fix this situation, on how to prevent the timeline from getting doomed because of what he did today. Maybe Chifuyu will have an answer, putting aside his dumb plans, he’s a good listener, he will help him reach a solution to the mess he caused. As he tries to go away, a pair of hands grab his own. He’s paralyzed, body tensed and mildly shaking at the anticipation of a complaint. Instead, they pull him back to the seat pressing his body between them.
His back rests on Draken’s chest while Mitsuya is lying atop him; he’s the first one to kiss him, followed by Draken who gently holds his chin and lifts his head a bit to do it. They don’t give him a moment to think, they keep kissing and caressing every part of his body. The worst part? It’s that he isn’t opposed to their touches, he’s leaning onto them, shyly gasping when their lips crash against his skin again. Their names come out from his mouth through needy whispers that expose his confusion and desires.
“ You said you can’t choose, but your body is choosing us both right now. I’m sure your heart it’s the same, isn’t it? ”
“ It’s fine, we’re okay with this if you don’t mind. ”
“ We love you, Takemitchy. ”
“ We can’t live without you. ”
With each word they say they’re melting his mind as they squeeze their bodies together in a tight hug. They remain lying on the sofa doing nothing but kissing Takemichi’s temples, honeying his ears with loving words especially for him, only for him . He feels calm when he’s with them, he feels safe by their sides. He’s happy, and if they have made their decision then he’ll make sure to make them happy as well.
“Alright. If you’re really fine with this, I don't have any reason to oppose it. I’m glad you’re not mad at me or to themselves. I don’t know what I could have done to fix it.”
“There’s no way we’ll be mad at you, ever.”
“Mitsuya is right, you can count on us for everything, and I mean everything , Takemitchy.”
He gets what Draken is trying to say, this is also a thing he needs to do; if they’re going to be lovers, there won’t be secrets among themselves. He nods and gives a gentle pat on Takashi’s shoulders to take a seat on the couch. He takes a deep breath before he starts telling him everything about his time leaps and the mission he has to fulfill. Mitsuya believes every single one of the things he’s saying because there’s no way that Takemichi suddenly decides to craft a story as crazy as that.
Once he finishes, the lilac-haired guy stares at him amazed by everything he has done and gone through while everyone it’s oblivious of the battle he was fighting alone this whole time. He thanks him for saving him, and his friends; for risking his life in order to protect them. But he also apologizes for the troubles his other versions could have caused him. Each of his apologies and distress, Hanagaki eases it by showing nothing but a caring smile and reassuring words. They share a hug again and Takemichi can finally name this feeling as it is.
Home.
He is in home.