Chapter 73
The group splits up as soon as they arrive at Mikey's place. Some raid the kitchen for snacks, some boot up a game, others dig through the shelves for manga. Honestly, just hanging out together like this is already enough to make the guys happy.
Takemichi, meanwhile, is busy being nosy. Since both Draken and Emma are here, he can't help wanting to see how far their relationship has progressed.
Emma helps Draken carry drinks over to everyone. They chat for a bit, and Takemichi hears every word clearly... but somehow, something feels off.
Shouldn't Emma-chan be all shy around Draken-kun?
So where's the pink, lovey-dovey atmosphere? Why does everything feel so... flat?
While Takemichi is still wondering about it, he suddenly notices Draken walking straight toward him. Draken hands him a bottle of soda, and Takemichi quickly takes it. Then Draken leans down until their faces are only inches apart, a gentle smile curling on his lips.
"You get a headache or anything after you got home yesterday?"
His scent drifts into Takemichi's nose again, mixed with the warmth of his masculine breath. Instantly, the dream and the lingering heat it leaves behind in his body floods back into his mind.
His cheeks flush crimson before he can stop them.
"N-No... I-I'm fine."
Takemichi, what the hell is wrong with you? Have you seriously lost your mind?!
Draken blinks at Takemichi's reaction.
No way... is Takemichi actually getting shy around me?
That flustered expression is unbearably cute.
A faint blush spreads across Draken's own cheeks as he watches Takemichi struggle to compose himself.
Meanwhile, everyone else has exactly one thought.
Something's fishy.
Seriously fishy.
Out of nowhere, Mikey wraps an arm tightly around Takemichi's waist from behind and pulls him against his chest. He buries his face against Takemichi's neck, completely content as he breathes in the familiar scent lingering in his hair. Resting his chin on Takemichi's shoulder, he looks at Draken.
He's smiling.
But his eyes are as cold as ice.
"Kenchin, don't go trying to steal my Takemitchy."
Huh? Steal? What does he mean, steal?
Takemichi is already way too sensitive to words like that.
The more he hears, the hotter his face becomes. When he turns his head, Mikey's face is right beside his shoulder.
For a fleeting moment, Takemichi freezes.
Mikey's dark eyes suddenly seem impossibly deep, so deep that there's no telling what lies beneath them.
Takemichi once thinks the empty, lifeless look in Mikey's eyes is the scariest thing about him.
But this...
This gaze makes his entire body turn cold.
A shiver crawls down his spine as if countless chains suddenly wrap themselves around him, binding him in place, locking him inside a pitch-black prison with no hope of escape.
Just as quickly as it appears, the look vanishes.
In its place is Mikey's usual carefree grin, eyes curved into cheerful crescents.
Before Takemichi can even say anything, Mikey pinches his soft cheek. He licks his lips like he's just spotted something delicious...
...and suddenly sinks his teeth into Takemichi's cheek.
Chomp.
A sharp sting shoots through his cheek, followed by the unmistakable warmth of saliva.
Takemichi: "..."
Touman: "..."
"Manjiro!!"
Takemichi shouts his name at the top of his lungs while Mikey just giggles.
Everyone is stunned.
First because Mikey actually bites Takemichi.
Second because Takemichi calls Mikey by his first name.
Takemichi seriously wants to beat him up.
It doesn't even hurt that much, but why bite him? And of all places, why his cheek?
His saliva is still on it!
Grumbling, Takemichi struggles to break free, but Mikey refuses to let go, continuing to tease him without mercy.
"C'mon, I'm sorry, okay? Takemitchy's cheeks just looked so tasty I couldn't help taking one little bite."
He even has the nerve to look wronged after biting someone.
"You damn chibi!"
Takemichi completely snaps.
He tosses the soda bottle aside, tears himself free from Mikey's arms, spins around, and tackles him to the floor. One thigh pins Mikey firmly in place while Takemichi grabs the nearest pillow and starts smacking him over and over.
The rest of the gang immediately scoots out of the way. Still, every single one of them is secretly grinning. Serves Mikey right. He deserves every hit.
Honestly, Sassy Takemitchy has been online way more often lately. Piss him off, and you're dead. Even if Takemichi didn't beat Mikey up, they would've done it themselves. Who gave him permission? Who the hell gave him permission to bite away Takemichi's precious mochi cheek in broad daylight?
The funniest part is that the guy getting beaten up doesn't look remorseful in the slightest. If anything, he looks delighted. He's laughing so hard tears start streaming down his face, and when Takemichi finally stops hitting him, his laughter only grows louder.
"You're still the cutest when you're mad, Takemitchy."
The Touman boys can only sigh.
He's beyond saving...
...Though he's not exactly wrong.
Mikey chuckles as he looks at the person sitting on his lap. That round little ass keeps shifting ever so slightly, rubbing right against his crotch.
Damn it. Mikey curses inwardly. This is way too stimulating. The masochistic side of him rears its head. He reaches out to knead Takemichi's slim waist before letting his hand glide down to his thigh, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he narrows his eyes at him with unmistakable implication.
Touman: Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing?!
Seeing that Mikey not only seems completely unfazed but is even in the mood to tease him makes Takemichi even angrier. He wants to hit him again. The problem is, every tiny movement he makes ends up rubbing against that embarrassingly sensitive part every guy has.
Mikey quietly draws in a deep breath. Outwardly, he keeps smiling as though nothing is happening, but behind that carefree expression, he's gritting his teeth, enduring the restless flutter in his stomach as if thousands of butterflies are trapped inside. A faint blush creeps onto his face. If this goes on for even a little longer, he honestly has no idea what he'll end up doing.
The more Takemichi hits him and the more Mikey keeps smiling, the more irritated he becomes. Then he notices Mikey's shoulder peeking out from beneath his rumpled shirt.
An idea for revenge flashes through Takemichi's mind.
Takemichi suddenly leans into Mikey's line of sight. The fresh scent of mint from his hair floods Mikey's senses once again. His warm breath brushes across the exposed skin of Mikey's shoulder. Soft lips graze it for the briefest moment, and then sharp pain shoots through him as Takemichi bites down hard. The wet heat of his tongue follows, making Mikey's entire body go rigid. A tingling sensation races up his spine, and before he realizes it, his hands have tightened around the arms of the person sitting on top of him.
WTF- Well... this sure as hell wasn't part of the plan.
Takemichi lowers his head and bites deeply into Mikey's shoulder, leaving not only Mikey but everyone else staring at him in complete shock.
Having successfully gotten his revenge, Takemichi looks at Mikey with a smug, triumphant grin. He expects him to get angry or snap back at him, but when he looks up, Mikey is simply staring at him with wide eyes. His entire face has turned so red it looks ready to steam, and even his neck is completely flushed. Right now, Mikey looks like a freshly boiled shrimp.
Takemichi has never seen Mikey make an expression like this before.
That alone leaves him frozen.
...Did I go a little too far?
Only now does Takemichi begin to realize he may have crossed the line.
Mikey is so stunned he can't even force out a single word. Silence falls over the entire group as everyone stares at Takemichi with their eyes wide open.
Then—
"Takemitchy!"
"Takemichi!"
The whole group erupts at once, scrambling to their feet. Draken immediately scoops Takemichi off Mikey's lap, startling him so badly that he instinctively throws his arms around Draken's neck.
"Takemichi... y-you... you..."
No one can even manage a complete sentence.
Are you seriously trying to mess with a pack of teenage wolves overflowing with hormones?!
Seeing everyone staring at him as though they're about to scold him, Takemichi instinctively shrinks back, putting on an aggrieved, wronged expression.
The sight instantly shuts everyone up.
Truth be told, they're all guys who roughhouse together all the time. Takemichi has absolutely no idea that none of them sees him as just another guy. He's completely innocent and oblivious, while every last one of them is harboring thoughts that are anything but pure.
Takemichi's only crime is being far too innocent.
Theirs... is having minds that are far too dirty.
Mikey finally pushes himself upright. The elastic band holding his hair in place has slipped off somewhere, leaving his blond hair tousled in every direction. He lets out a heavy breath before turning his eyes toward Takemichi, who is still cradled in Draken's arms. Then he stalks over with such a dark expression that, for the first time, Takemichi truly understands what fear feels like.
Instinctively, he wants nothing more than to bury himself against Draken's chest.
Mikey reaches out and viciously pinches both of Takemichi's cheeks, making him yelp.
"Takemitchy, you've gotten pretty damn bold. Want me to bite your face clean off?"
"Ow, ow, ow! I give up! I surrender! I won't do it again, I swear!"
Mikey pinches until Takemichi's cheeks sting. Takemichi immediately clutches his burning face, his eyes shimmering with tears. Satisfied, Mikey flashes a smug grin before turning and heading out.
"Where're you going, Mikey?"
Seeing him leave, Baji calls after him.
Mikey looks back. The playful smile he'd worn just moments ago while teasing Takemichi has vanished completely, replaced by a face as black as thunder. He grits his teeth.
"...Bathroom."
Everyone except Takemichi immediately understands. Seeing the way his friends look at him—seven parts speechless, three parts sympathetic—only makes Mikey tense up even more.
"I'm going to the bathroom to tie my hair back."
Yeah, and we'd still never believe that in our next life.
Once Mikey is gone, Draken is still holding Takemichi in his arms. Only now does Takemichi finally have a chance to sort through the tangled mess in his head.
Draken's strong arms are still wrapped securely around him, enclosing his entire body. Every point where their skin touches burns hot enough to make him feel like he's melting. Draken's familiar masculine scent lingers around him, mixed with the faint floral fragrance of his fabric softener drifting beneath Takemichi's nose. And on the tip of his tongue still remains that lingering sweetness, carrying the intoxicating aftertaste of fruit wine.
Those sensations refuse to leave his mind, stirring up thoughts that send his heartbeat climbing faster and faster, leaving Takemichi flustered by the unfamiliar emotions crashing over him all at once.
He tilts his head up to look at Draken.
Draken doesn't look happy.
If anything, he looks... angry. At him.
Takemichi's heart skips so violently that he almost feels like he's done something terribly wrong.
Seeing Takemichi staring at him with those guilty, pitiful eyes while clutching tightly at the front of his shirt, the jealousy churning inside Draken eases ever so slightly.
"Takemitchy, don't go along with Mikey's stupid jokes anymore, okay? Stuff like that... isn't good."
Not for my peace of mind.
"Come on, Draken, it's really not that big a deal. Why're you taking it so seriously?"
Mitsuya speaks up in Takemichi's defense. There was no need to make such a fuss, it had only been a joke. Better to keep thinking of it that way. Otherwise, they'd end up revealing far too much that should stay hidden.
Even so, the irritation lingering on Mitsuya's face isn't difficult to notice.
Chifuyu, meanwhile, wears a grave expression.
This situation is getting way out of hand.
If Takemichi keeps acting this carefree, it'll only make the people who have feelings for him sink even deeper. Is his hopeless partner just born with some kind of natural ability to make people fall for him?
At first, Mikey seemed like the only one he needed to keep an eye on.
Now Draken has joined the list.
The possessiveness in Draken's eyes grows more obvious with every passing day... darker and darker.
Takemichi genuinely has no idea what he'd done wrong. But seeing Draken like this, he doesn't dare argue. He simply nods and murmurs softly,
"...I got it. There won't be a next time."
Only then does he slowly loosen the hand that had been gripping Draken's shirt.
"Draken-kun... put me down."
Reluctant to let the person in his arms go, Draken gently sets him back on his feet.
An awkward silence settles over the room.
Seeing the mood turn stiff, Chifuyu quickly raises his voice and urges everyone to continue the game, trying to liven things back up. Kazutora immediately catches on and starts throwing out challenges to everyone.
Before long, the lively atmosphere returns.
Even so, every single one of them silently etches the scene from moments ago into their memory.
Takemichi's flustered expression as he faced Draken...
His cheeks flushed a delicate red...
He'd looked far too sweet for any of them to ignore.
More than that, each of them secretly wishes they were the one who could make him look that way.
Just what happened between those two while no one was looking?
They can't forget the image of Takemichi sinking his teeth into Mikey's shoulder, either.
One look at Mikey's face is enough to tell them everything. His body may have been in pain, but his mind had practically ascended to cloud nine.
Jealousy gnaws at every one of them.
And no matter how hard they try, they can't stop the darker thoughts creeping into their minds.
If I'd been the one in Mikey's place...
What would've happened?
The thought alone makes their entire bodies tingle with restless heat, leaving them unbearably unsettled.
Damn it...
Just imagining Takemichi straddling you, marking you like that...
Someone, please knock some sense into me.
Mikey returns to his room.
The moment the door closes, he drops into a crouch and buries his burning face in his hands.
His head buzzes.
His heart pounds so hard it feels ready to burst out of his chest.
Scorching blood races wildly through every vein in his body.
And the bite mark Takemichi leaves on his neck burns hotter than anything else.
More importantly...
He's actually hard.
Just from that...
He's actually hard.
He truly longs for Takemichi to the point of madness.
It's no longer enough just to have him by his side. No longer enough to hold him in simple embraces. He wants Takemichi to drown in his desire. Every inch of that body, every corner of that heart—he wants to claim it all as his alone.
And Takemichi has marked him.
Mikey trails his fingertips over the bite mark with intoxicating fascination. A shiver races through him like electricity, excitement spreading across his face. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes clouded with unmistakable desire.
His hand drifts down to the hard bulge beneath his pants, his thoughts consumed entirely by Takemichi.
His Takemitchy is always so unbearably adorable.
How irresistible would that face look if it were flushed red because of him? How sweet would those lips sound, breathlessly crying out his name through tear-filled eyes while Mikey is buried deep inside him?
The image alone is enough to drive him crazy.
And if Takemichi rides him of his own accord...
That wouldn't be bad at all.
Watching him tighten helplessly around him, feeling every trembling movement... the thought alone sends pleasure shooting straight through Mikey's mind until it goes blissfully numb.
Takemichi would end up sobbing.
He'd be so embarrassed, too flustered to know where to hide his face.
He'd beg...
He'd call Mikey's name...
Takemichi's sweet voice echoes over and over inside his head as Mikey pants his name beneath his breath, his hand moving rhythmically in a desperate attempt to soothe the unbearable ache consuming him.
Takemichi is mine.
He's mine.
Everyone does a great job acting like everything is normal, laughing and having fun, but Takemichi shrinks into himself instead, the smile on his face stiff and forced. Draken is no different. His eyes never leave Takemichi for even a second. As if sensing his gaze, Takemichi secretly glances back. Their eyes meet for the briefest moment before they both snap their heads away, a rosy blush blooming across both their cheeks.
The sight leaves Baji irritated, his emotions tangled into a complete mess.
Damn it. That's it. I've decided.
"Takemichi. You said we'd have a match the other day. How about right now?"
Whenever Baji gets worked up, he has two ways of dealing with it. If it's only mild irritation, he goes to cuddle some cats. If his blood is boiling and rushing straight to his head, he goes punch whoever looks punchable. Most of the time, he chooses the latter. His reckless, untamed personality has a habit of making decisions that leave everyone around him completely dumbfounded.
The whole group turns to stare at Baji.
Dude... have you lost it?
"Huh? Sure. Sounds good."
Takemichi agrees without a second thought.
Now everyone's heads whip toward him instead.
Back then, Takemichi always trained hard whenever he sparred with Baji, but he was shy and hesitant the entire time. Since when does he become this eager for a fight? Who corrupts him?
...Baji, right?
Give them back the sweet, harmless Takemichi already.
Only Izana, Mikey, and Draken know that the sweet, harmless Takemichi everyone keeps talking about is long gone.
Baji borrows a karate uniform from Emma. She immediately shakes her head at the two of them.
"Seriously? You guys come here to hang out, and the first thing you do is fight? Baji, you're bullying Takemichi-kun."
"Nope. He challenges me first."
"I don't care. If you hurt Takemichi, I'll beat you up myself."
Emma rolls up her sleeves and thrusts her fist in front of Baji's face threateningly.
Baji clicks his tongue, clearly thinking she's worrying over nothing.
"I'm telling you, the guy already has an entire squad of babysitters. You don't stand a chance competing with them, so stop worrying about things that aren't even going to happen."
"Hmph. Like I'd even want to compete with you guys."
Takemichi watches the two of them and lets out a quiet giggle.
Those two really can't meet without arguing about something.
It's nice.
Emma... and Baji... they're both still here with everyone.
Baji raises both hands in surrender toward Emma before grabbing the karate uniform.
The rest eagerly follow after them to watch.
Well... just like Baji says, that entire "babysitter squad" trails after him too. They're afraid he'll get too fired up and beat Takemichi black and blue again. With Baji, nobody can predict what kind of ridiculous stunt he'll pull.
It's been so long since Takemichi last wore this uniform.
He's honestly forgotten how to tie the belt.
In the end, all he can do is look at Baji with pleading eyes.
Baji sighs and lightly flicks him on the forehead, memories of the first day he insisted on training Takemichi surfacing in his mind.
He remembers it vividly.
That little punk actually has the nerve to touch his abs back then, even praising how firm they feel.
He is so shocked that he freezes on the spot.
Even through a layer of fabric, the place Takemichi touches feels strangely hot.
The memory of Takemichi's face turning as red as a tomato makes Baji smile for the rest of the day.
Maybe...
Maybe that's when he first starts falling for him.
And now?
Now he's completely trapped in this idiot's web of love.
No matter how hard he tries, there's no escaping anymore.
"Baji-kun, your abs are still just as amazing as ever."
Takemichi flashes him a thumbs-up.
Still tying the belt around his waist, Baji can only laugh helplessly.
Some things never change.
Takemichi's obsession with abs is definitely one of them.
"Takemichi, you can use whatever moves you want. But I hope you still remember the basic karate techniques I teach you."
Before they begin, Baji lays down a few simple rules.
The others stare at him.
They've spent so much time with this idiot that they almost forget he's actually a karate black belt.
His temper is so explosive that whenever he gets annoyed, he simply punches people in the face. There's never even a hint of martial arts spirit in the way he usually fights.
But once he steps onto the mat...
Dressed in his gi.
Hair neatly tied back.
Everything is perfectly in place.
He finally looks like a real martial artist.
Still...
Everyone keeps a close eye on him.
If this hothead gets carried away and accidentally hurts Takemichi...
They're absolutely beating the hell out of him afterward.
The outcome is obvious from the start.
This is only a friendly spar, and everyone knows Takemichi is going to lose.
But once the match begins...
Every single one of them is left speechless.
"Damn! That kick's beautiful!" Smiley blurts out.
"His reflexes are insane. He's dodging everything." Hakkai says.
"Those punches pack a lot of power too." Mitsuya adds.
"Wow... Takemichi's improved a lot. He fights like someone who's been through countless real battles already." Draken murmurs.
Thud!
Thump!
The sounds of fists and feet colliding echo throughout the dojo.
Baji and Takemichi exchange blow after blow without letting up.
Meanwhile, everyone else practically turns into sports commentators, eyes wide as they watch their adorable little sunshine—always smiling so brightly—locked in such an intense fight against Baji.
They know Baji isn't using his full strength.
But they also know...
He's taking this seriously.
He's not playing around.
None of them really gets to witness Takemichi's fight against Tenjiku before.
Now...
They finally understand.
And somehow...
That realization leaves them feeling strangely disappointed.
At this rate...
Does Takemichi even need them to protect him anymore?
"You've really come a long way, Takemichi. Honestly... the speed of your improvement is kind of scary."
Baji blocks one of Takemichi's straight kicks before offering genuine praise.
Takemichi grins proudly.
"That's all thanks to Baji-kun... and Taiju-kun."
Hearing his own name makes Baji feel pleased.
Hearing the name after it...
Not so much.
By now, even Baji starts feeling the fatigue creeping into his body.
Takemichi still can't beat him...
But his stamina?
It's honestly monstrous.
If Baji doesn't use something stronger, this match is going to drag on forever.
So he decides to end it.
He throws out a feint first.
Then follows with a powerful front kick.
The moment Takemichi focuses on blocking it—
Baji instantly switches to a high roundhouse, the kick crashing into the side of Takemichi's head.
The impact leaves him dizzy.
He collapses onto the mat.
The instant everyone sees that...
Crack.
Several fists clench at the same time.
Seriously...
Can't you go a little easier on him?
"Baji, take it easy!" Draken snaps.
"You said you'd hold back! What kind of move was that?" Mitsuya growls.
Everyone glares at him so fiercely that Baji freezes on the spot.
His battle instincts take over while they are fighting.
But the second he sees Takemichi lying there...
Regret immediately floods his chest.
He hurries over.
Did he really hurt him?
He uses more force to finish the match, sure...
But he definitely doesn't go all out.
Did he still injure Takemichi?
He reaches down, grabbing Takemichi's arm, intending to check for injuries.
Then—
He sees that mischievous grin.
...Crap.
I've been tricked.
Before Baji can react, Takemichi flips him clean onto the mat.
Of course, Baji refuses to lose that easily.
Even while falling, he hooks an arm around Takemichi and drags him down with him.
The next thing everyone knows...
The two of them are rolling around the floor in a tangled heap.
"Takemichi, you've started fighting dirty lately."
"Winning is all that matters. I don't care."
"Heh. You've gotten pretty cheeky, brat."
"Baji-kun's just a bully who picks on the weak."
They're trading punches and insults at the same time. No one has any idea where those two keep finding the energy. The rest can only stand off to the side, watching the show with helpless smiles. It's been a long time since they've all gathered together and had this much fun. Today, Takemichi is overflowing with life. He looks just like the Takemichi they remember. Not the empty shell who seems to lose every ounce of vitality.
That lifeless gloom... It never suits him.
And as for all of them...
They're simply enjoying these fleeting days of youth— Surrounded by friends... And by the people they love.
Baji and Takemichi wrestle for a long while, grappling across the mat until their gi jackets come loose from their belts and their hair is a complete mess. In the end, Baji still comes out on top. He pins Takemichi down, forcing both of his wrists against the floor while trapping him between his thighs so he can't budge anymore. Tightening his grip around Takemichi's wrists, Baji presses them firmly into the mat and says with a fierce grin,
"Had enough yet, Takemichi? Told you there's no way you're beating me."
He is just about to smirk in triumph when the sight before him makes him freeze.
At some point, the gi of the person beneath him has fallen completely open. Smooth, pale skin, flushed pink nipples, the firm lines of a toned body, and that slender, enticing waist—all of it pours straight into his eyes. Both of them are drenched in sweat from the match, a glossy sheen clinging to every inch of smooth skin. Damp golden strands stick to Takemichi's face, his cheeks are flushed from laughing, and those beautiful, watery eyes are fixed on Baji.
Takemichi keeps chuckling softly, looking at him as though no one else exists. Only Baji is reflected in those eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and their ragged breaths mingle together, making Baji suddenly aware of just how intimate the moment feels. Even so, he can't tear his gaze away from the captivating figure beneath him.
Baji swallows hard. His throat turns dry.
Something shifts in his eyes. A flash deep within them reveals a craving so fierce it feels as though it's only now taking shape inside him.
They have just finished an intense bout, so of course their hearts are racing. But Baji knows exactly why his own heart feels as though it's about to burst out of his chest.
"Baji-kun... okay, okay. I give up."
Takemichi's breathless voice pulls him back to his senses before the others across the room can notice anything strange about him. He quickly rolls off to the side, deliberately looking away in an attempt to calm himself down. Even then, his chest keeps heaving with heavy breaths, and warmth steadily creeps across his face.
Takemichi, meanwhile, grins in delight.
Baji's own gi has also come undone, exposing a perfectly proportioned physique and sharply defined abs, every muscle carved as though sculpted by hand. His sweat-soaked body somehow makes him look even more striking than usual, so dazzling that Takemichi almost feels blinded by the view. Staring at the man who's unfairly gorgeous from head to toe, he can't help grumbling to himself in envy.
I train just as hard... so why don't my abs have a single visible line? Is it really because my waist is too small?
He is ready to admit defeat and let it go, but his obsession—and jealousy—over Baji's abs proves too much. Realizing Baji isn't paying attention, Takemichi suddenly launches a sneak attack, knocking him onto the mat before he has time to react. In the blink of an eye, the winner becomes the one being pinned.
"Takemichi!!"
Baji growls, only to fall silent the next instant when Takemichi clamps his thighs tightly around one of Baji's. His mischievous hands press firmly against Baji's chest before wandering over his sculpted abs again and again. Every brush of those fingers against his sweat-slick skin feels like feathers teasing him, leaving him unbearably ticklish and restless.
At the same time, a blazing heat surges through him. The warmth inside his body threatens to rush straight to his head, and Baji has to bite back the growl building in his dry throat under the sudden, numbing stimulation.
Takemichi's eyes stay locked on him, sparkling with excitement. A fascinated smile spreads across his face, still adorably flushed from the fierce match moments ago.
"Baji-kun~ ...tell me again. Who's the one losing now?"
Takemichi sings the words playfully.
His white gi slips dangerously low off one shoulder, exposing even more of that irresistibly tempting body. Baji is already struggling to suppress the storm raging inside him, and now Takemichi is looking at him with that teasing, provocative smile.
For one fleeting moment, Baji's fighting instincts completely shut down.
His entire body goes rigid.
Still talking, Takemichi squeezes his thighs even tighter. His firm, rounded backside brushes against Baji's lower body, making him panic. The hand resting on Baji's lower abdomen presses down harder and harder.
Baji's whole body tenses. Veins stand out across his hands. Something twists painfully low in his stomach while hot blood rushes through his veins, driving his already racing heartbeat into complete chaos.
Damn it...
That competitive, exhilarated expression on Takemichi's face looks dangerously close to outright arousal.
Since when did the cute Takemichi become this devastatingly seductive?
At that moment, Baji finally understands the kind of suffering Mikey has been living with.
"Takemichi... enough. I lose. I lose, okay? Just... get off me."
Baji says it helplessly, forcing himself to endure.
Never in his life does he imagine he'd have to cover his face to hide his embarrassment while admitting defeat like this. But if Takemichi keeps this up, he's genuinely going to have a serious problem.
Watching the scene unfold, everyone else feels their blood boil.
What the hell kind of day is this?! Why is Takemichi determined to pin every single one of these guys?
Even a sparring match somehow turns into this. Maybe they really should tie him up so he can't keep doing whatever he pleases.
Everyone's fingers twitch irritably.
Their blood runs hot, and frustration burns through them.
That clueless little stray cat only has to be let loose for a second before he starts charming people without even realizing it.
But the moment Takemichi turns toward them, beaming proudly in his disheveled uniform while celebrating his less-than-fair-play victory, they all force their jealousy and irritation back down.
Along with the overwhelming urge to gang up on Baji.
Because, really, this whole thing is Baji's fault.
He's the idiot who talked Takemichi into sparring in the first place.
Then, in all his excitement, Takemichi's gi slips all the way down to his slim waist. Every one of them can feel heat rushing into their faces. They swallow hard at the unbearably tempting sight before them.
Well... we might not be lucky enough to have him all to ourselves... but thanks, bro.
They are definitely going to remember just how breathtaking Takemichi looks in that carelessly disheveled martial arts uniform.
As for Baji and Mikey...
The two of you can go straight to hell.
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Author's note:
I really pushed myself to get this finished in time for Takemichi's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Takemichi—my crybaby hero. 🤍
I hope you make your dream come true, my hero.
(Ken's dad is begging y'all... please keep loving our precious baby.)
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My note:
Hehe, babes, how was this chapter? Did you enjoy it? ;3
I'm gonna be swamped again next month, so we'll be back to the usual schedule. The next chapter will be up on the 30th of next month. Thank you all so much for always supporting me. Love you guys. 🥹🤍 <3
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