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The gang, as in the founding members, the captains and vice captains, were all hanging out at the shrine after morning weekly meeting. It was going pretty normal until Chifuyu decided to brake to norm.
"Oi-Takemitchy!" Said person looked over at the caller with a confused look. Mikey glaring at Chifuyu for taking Takemichis attention from him.
"W-what is it?" He stuttered knowing that something stupid was about to go down.
"I've always wondered where you're originally from."
Mikeys glare disappeared as he soon became curious too. "Ya! Like where'd you get that tanned skin and weird accent?!" He was soon hit behind his head by none other than Draken.
"YOU DON'T JUST SAY SOMEONES ACCENT IS WEIRD!"
"You didn't need to hit me..." Mikey grumbled.
Takemichi just laughed awkwardly at them.
Mitsua then butted in. "But yes, we are quite curious as to your origin."
Takemichi quickly smiled brightly at them.
(The others quickly shielding their eyes from the cuteness infront of them)
"Welllllll- I'm from Brazil so that makes me Brazilian!" He laughed.
"Wooahhh" Angry admired while his twin, Smiley, smirked.
"So then can you speak whatever language your people speak?" Kazutora asked sincerely. "That was pretty racist of you..." Chifuyu quietly said.
Takemichis eye twitched at that question. "Portuguese, we speak Portuguese!" He sighed dramatically. "Então vocês provavelmente não vão me entender..." He then looked at Baji. "Eu sempre te achei assustador e meio estranho." Then looked at Inui. "Eu te vejo como meu filho."
Everyone just looked at him in awe. The culprit being oblivious to their stares.
("That was pretty hot"
"Wish he would scream my name in Portuguese"
"How would he look with tan lines")
Mikey hummed thoughtfully. "So then our future kids will be bilingual!"
The atmosphere quickly turned cold and dark. Everyone glared at the short blonde. Koko having to hold Inui back from attacking Tomans leader, while both Chifuyu and Kazutora were struggling to hold back Baji.
Takemichi just blushed like a strawberry while hiding behind his hands.
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