hidden gem | m. takashi

i. fashion designer

photo description: takashi's bonten tattoo can be hidden by his hair, he chose this specific part for the sole purpose of hiding it since he is not known as an executive by the public's eyes. moreover, the dragon tattoo that he and draken shares gave him the idea on where to place it.

mitsuya takashi is a well-known fashion designer. it is said that he might become the next coco chanel, even as far as being called the male counterpart of the woman he admires most. it's one of the many great compliments he heard from his entire career.

the overwhelming number of questions bombarded him as soon as he set foot outside.

although, one question stood out the most, "monsieur, is there anyone who inspired you behind the beautiful pieces you recently launched?"

the 'bodyguard' he's with is not doing a great job as he's clearly being pushed around together with the interviewers, nonetheless, he conceals his irritation behind a kind smile.

deciding to entertain at least one of the questions, he utters out an answer, "there is."

those simple two words from takashi are enough to make the reporters go wild and pick up their speed on spitting questions after questions.

fortunately for the artist, he successfully made it inside the car right in time. the kind facade fades together with the harsh shut of the door.

"what's with the shitty bodyguard given today?" takashi complains to his chauffeur or at least that's who he thinks the person behind the wheel is.

about to complain with all their poor performances today, an awful ringtone fills the air interrupting his distaste.

his brows furrowed in confusion, today was supposed to be his free day, he's more than sure of it. he personally asked for the day off.

clearing his throat, he fumbles with his dress pants and answers his phone, "code."

a precaution he's oh-so-familiar with, "six, twelve, ninety," he replies quickly. a quick follow-up confirmation is given, "number two?"

takashi heaves a sigh, resting his elbow on top of his knee while leaning on his hand, "sanzu. sanzu haruchiyo."

"bowling alley, bonten's old hideout. 12AM sharp." before he can ask further question, he hears the end of the line making him hiss in frustration.

what's with the sudden call?

ah, my bad. it seems like i skimmed over some important information.

mitsuya takashi is a well-known fashion designer who was given a head-start because of the notorious gang, bonten.

the same man who's known to be kind-hearted and sweet by the public is also the undisclosed ninth member of bonten; a member who's not known by his comrades, not even its number 2 who's knowledgeable with the ins and outs of the gang.

pulling his sleeve to reveal his extravagant wrist watch which glints under the dull light from his car, '11:45PM' it read.

"go faster before i fire you," takashi ordered while leaning back to massage his temple.

however, the car did not speed up. not even the slightest. "consider this your last day," he grumbles and throws the burner phone to the side.

"i don't think that's your call, boss" a familiar voice makes him look up in surprise.

about to take a stance, he's met with a knife dangerously held against his throat, "uh uh, wouldn't want our precious ninth executive to sport a wound before meeting the big boss don't we?" takashi grits his teeth accompanied by the clench of his jaw.

an amused laugh slips past his lips, not feeling any fear inside him, "out of all the executives he sent, it really has to be you two huh?"

leaning back comfortably on the leather seat with the blade following closely against his skin, takashi continues his words, "haitani brothers."

"yours truly," ran replies with a playful wink sent through the rear view mirror.

takashi rolls his eyes at the older man, "how about you? joints aren't your thing anymore?" he continues the small talk, side eyeing the younger brother.

rindou shrugs, tapping the tip of his weapon against the man's porcelain skin, "blades are surprisingly fascinating."

takashi hums, a smirk making its way up to his lips, "or was it a certain someone who introduced it to you?"

the blade meets his skin, blood slowly trickling down the silver weapon, "don't provoke him now, mitsuya."

the man in question holds his hands up in defeat with a chuckle, "as you wish, your highness."

arriving at the location, just by a split of hair. "off you go," ran says while gesturing at the building, putting the car in park.

takashi snickers, "you mind?" he sweetly smiles at rindou who's sitting beside him, the weapon still millimeters away from his skin.

the younger of the brothers begrudgingly pulls away the blade and makes way for the man.

"hope you die," rindou says while takashi solely shakes his head at him. "thank you," he replies with no trace of gratitude.

entering the place, he sighs while removing his suit jacket along with pulling his sleeves up to his elbows.

the place's thick atmosphere suffocating the air out of his lungs, unbuttoning a few of the buttons of his silk dress shirt.

takashi stops his hands from untucking his top, the scene before him feels surreal.

"what is this?" he asks manjiro, feeling a lump stuck in his throat.