° . * ✭ mitsuya takashi / hanagaki takemichi
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↳ hanagaki takemichi has been
crushing over mitsuya takashi. an
aspiring fashion designer .
while he's crushing over him, the
boy's crushing over someone too.
takemich...
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ᵉᵖⁱˢᵒᵈᵉ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ˗ˏˋ chit - chat ! 'ˎ˗
- adobo is a filipino dish. you'll find the word in paragraph 13.]
blue eyes stared intently at the phone screen, hands on each of his temples. takemichi had been waiting for another update from the unknown number, but nothing is happening.
he's considering replying to the unknown number, but what would happen if he did?
" obviously i'll get a text back." he mumbled to himself sarcastically, rolling his eyes agitatedly with a sigh, " should i chat them? i mean, what could go wrong?"
yeah. what could wrong? many. but who knows, " maybe i can get something out of them."
reluctantly, he takes hold of his phone, it was already unlocked and the screen beaming at him brightly, which made him to turn the brightness down a bit. he chewed on his lower lip, reading the last message the number texted him, " 'friends forever or never?' what the heck does that even mean?"
👤 xxx-xxx-xxx
(2 photos attached here) friends forever or never?
idk man. what do you think?
" now let's wait —" just as he's about to lean back on his chair, his phone dinged, " woah."
xxx-xxx-xxx they're good best friends, are they not?
sometimes they're annoying. who tf r u btw?
xxx-xxx-xxx just someone you're not close to.
" that's expected." he said, scratching his head as he bit his inner cheek, " what else to say..."
really? how did you get my number then? and those pictures u took? u from my school? can we be friends?
he inwardly laughed at his own reply. who the hell would ask a creepy person who took pictures of you without permission to be friends?? what he's doing is wrong, yes he is definitely aware of that, but he's also wondering why he's not shaken up by this.
the unknown number was on typing still, and the blond could only wait. he exit the app to put some music, a bit getting bothered by the eerie silence around him. in the middle of selecting songs in the slowed and reverb playlist he organized, a message popped up.
xxx-xxx-xxx we're already friends.
the sunny haired boy fell silent for a minute, stunned in his chair. he wordlessly leaned on the support of his black gaming chair, many thoughts running through his head but non of them helped him to come up with an answer that he could possibly send to the number.
he sighed through his nose slowly and gently, " that's tough man. i don't even know you." he quietly states, fidgeting in his seat as he looked away from his phone to think, " who the hell is this psycho...?"
should i tell mitsuya about this? but what if he's busy right now? no what if yuzuha's with him? i don't wanna disturb them. he groaned frustratedly, suddenly feeling something in his stomach, " oh shit right. i haven't had dinner yet."
he stood up and took his phone with him downstairs, turning on the tv to keep the living room lively while he cook. he always does that, a daily routine since he lives by himself. finally deciding that he'll cook adobo for dinner, he drags his feet across the small kitchen of his to start.
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y: [friends?? you're kidding.]
" oh i wish i was." takemichi shrugs, shoving a spoon full of rice after the piece of hot dish he prepared only for himself, " am i even popular that people assumed they're my friends??"
he glanced at his phone screen and saw the chestnut head shook his head, eyes focused on the video game while hands aggressively playing with the console.
y: [no. not really. no.]
takemichi huffs, the spoon still in his mouth and remained there as he thought about something, " do you have any idea who is it?"
y: [nope — ahh takuya putangina napakabobo mo ka-bonding!! — anyways, no. i still have no idea who it was.]
" mhm." the blond hums, standing up, taking his empty plate with him and placed it on the sink, planning to wash it later, " shouldn't you be doing miss haibara's homework? i'm already done with it."
y: [... shit... i forgot about that...]
the silence right after gave takemichi the message, and he shook his vigorously, almost choking on the bottle of water he put the cap back on to immediately close it, " oh no no no you're not copying my homework. suffer by yourself."
y: [c'mon mitchy! i couldn't listen to the discussion because of that stupid punishment.]
" nope. i'm ending this video call. bye~."
y: [AT LEAST HELP ME — *toot*]
he ended the call before his pity could kick in. he could only laugh lightheartedly at the what yamagishi's face looked like before he tapped the end call button.
and then again, he's a soft boy when it comes to his friends needing help. remembering how yamagishi tearfully finished the whole yellow paper punishment, he sent the homework answers later on before he went to bed.
he tucked his whole self under the thick baby blue comforter, forming a lump as his whole system shut down asleep.
forgetting something; he forgot to check the unknown number's text messages like what he intended to after he send the answers to his best friend.
xxx-xxx-xxx even in your slumber, you still look beautiful.
with something like that greeting him first thing in the morning, he had a panic attack and had a hard time calming himself down before he could run to school.
