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Sometimes Chifuyu is shameless, really. He barges into people's homes and eats their food as if it were his home. But he only does it to people he likes. Specifically Takemichi.
He does get caught some days. Just like today, Takemichi comes home after a day in school, only to be welcomed by the sight of his friend who's stuffing his face greedily on the food he had been saving for later.
Takemichi is upset, of course he is. He points a finger at Chifuyu and challenges him to an arcade battle, his azure eyes glimmering with the same determination as fighting in a gang fight. Chifuyu doesn't mind the declaration of war, because it only means spending time with Takemichi. No commander of his to snatch Takemichi away like a princess.
It is an understatement to say that Chifuyu is having fun, Chifuyu is having the time of his life. It's a pleasure to be playing video games with Takemichi. He greatly enjoys his presence compared to the other members. While Chifuyu is relishing in every second spent, Takemichi is struggling to defeat Chifuyu's character. He smashes every button, pushing and pulling the joystick so hard it would snap.
Chifuyu is not the least bit astonished by the result. He takes an easy victory. He sits opposite of a stricken Takemichi, the life being sucked out of his body as he stares at the large bolded words that declare 'Game Over' on his screen. Even fighting in a video game, man is Takemichi horrible at it. Chifuyu snickers in fondness. He goes to greet Takemichi with his well-deserved loss.
But he's startled by the unexpected sight of Takemichi sniffling, with droopy eyes that are glassy with tears. Is he seriously crying right now? Chifuyu thought with disbelief.
"C'mon Takemitchy, you can't be crying over this," Chifuyu says incredulously.
"I'm not..." Takemichi slurs, wiping his tears. "You're just seeing things." Chifuyu scoffs, the weakness in his voice is certainly saying otherwise.
Chifuyu has his hands in his pocket before he reaches out to grab Takemichi by the back of his collar, lifting him up from the stool. "I'll pay you back okay? Let's go before the store closes," He says, putting him down and rubbing him on his lower back in a comforting manner. Takemichi's shoulder sags in reply.
Takemichi does not utter a word to him the whole time, not even once. He munches silently on the chocolate sticks Chifuyu bought him, swinging about on the swing at the playground.
Chifuyu sits on a still swing beside him, shoes brushing against the grainy sand. He kicks a pebble and it flies off to who knows where. Chifuyu can't help but feel an awkward tension from the deafening silence, starting to feel a little guilty for his actions. But hasn't he already paid his debt? So why is Takemichi still angry at him? Even Peke J never gets this sour.
"Takemitchy..." Chifuyu begins, "Are you still mad at me?" He asks. But just as he expected, the older does not give him any sign of acknowledgement. He hates it when Takemichi gets like this, sulky like as if he is a child. Chifuyu decides he has enough of it and gets up from the swing, leaving it squeaking loudly in the night. He walks over to Takemichi who is still swinging unknowingly.
With a hand, he yanks the metal chain attached to the swing bringing it to a halt. Chifuyu clasps the other chain and seizes the chance to stand in front of Takemichi, caging him and leaving him nowhere to escape unless he plummets backwards onto the ground.
"Hey," Chifuyu breathes out as he leans in close, his voice at a deeper octave than it usually is. Takemichi looks up at him with wide doe eyes, a biscuit stick resting on his lips, sticking out. Takemichi's cheeks have a subtle tinge of red at the small distance between them.
Unconsciously, narrow green eyes stare hard at the biscuit. Chifuyu laps a tongue at his chapped lips before he bites off the tempting chocolate, swallowing it and kissing Takemichi harshly in one quick motion. Takemichi lets out a muffled noise of surprise. Hands fly to grasp Chifuyu by his biceps before he ends up falling off the swing from the sudden force.
Chifuyu's heartbeat is erratic, pounding so loudly in his chest he's scared it could explode at any second. Even if Takemichi could hate him after this, the feeling of Takemichi's plush lip against his is almost addictive. Fingers curled tightly onto his arm as Chifuyu kisses him deeper with fervent need, unwilling to part or he'll pass away.
As if he came to a realisation, Takemichi shoves him off. Chifuyu lets go of the metal chains and stumble backwards. Takemichi's eyes are blown wide and his lips are parted open for air. He has a flustered expression, face flushed in a pretty shade of red.
"Y-You!ー" He stammers, clamping his legs together in embarrassment. Chifuyu swallows thickly, ignoring how his mind is in a haywire and his stomach has butterflies fluttering around.
"You should know I'm not a good person Takemitchy, do you hate me even more now?" Chifuyu asks with fake innocence, tilting his head to the side. Takemichi's eyebrows are furrowed in frustration, biting his lower lip.
Chifuyu wants to laugh, he almost does. But Takemichi jumps up at him, grabbing him with both hands by the collar of his crumpled button-up, and kisses him on the cheek.
"Shut up asshole," Takemichi trembles. Chifuyu is entranced, he can't help but redden. Takemichi's trying his hardest to act tough. However, his teary eyes and pouty lips make him look like a bashful high school girl instead. The best thing is that he's too shy to kiss him on the lips, he's already embarrassed kissing him on the cheek. Chifuyu fights off the smile forming on his face. It's cute, Chifuyu thinks. He's really cute.
"So do you like me or not partner? You sure as hell seemed like you liked being kissed without a warning," Chifuyu teases mischievously and Takemichi averts his gaze.
There is a long pause, then he barely hears a hushed whisper, "... too..." Chifuyu didn't get to hear it properly, and he so badly wants to hear his answer for himself clearly before he dies.
"What?"
"I... I-I like you too..." Takemichi stutters, finding it tough to confess despite the feelings that are already reciprocated.
Hearing Takemichi's confession for himself, Chifuyu felt as if his heart had been fatally shot by a cupid. His face burns crimson and he slaps a hand to cover his cheeks. His heart thumping so wildly he could get a heart attack.
Takemichi coughs, getting up. "I'll get going now... S-See you tomorrow," He says, taking one last shy glance at Chifuyu before he is running away in a hurry, leaving Chifuyu alone to process everything that had just happened.
Chifuyu chuckles, pressing rough fingertips against his lips. Reading romance stories really do pay off with their cliché scenarios. And so does eating people's food without consent. Chifuyu has no regrets, he's a fool in love for sure.