Lying is a Sin, A Sin Hanagaki Takemichi Commits Too Often

Missed Dinner Dates and Hospital Trips - The Eleventh Promise

June 3rd, 2017

The afternoon hours are pretty quiet, Takemichi decided to leave Ran and Rindou out the front for a bit so he could replenish the chocolate cookies. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, pulling it out and revealing Haruchiyo had texted him.

Haru-kun: hey takemichi

Haru-kun: your shop closes at five right? I want to take you to this newly opened restaurant a few blocks from your bakery

Haru-kun: if you still want to ofc

Me: ofc i do haru-kun!

Me: and yes, i close at five

Me: i walked to work today since i only live around the corner, i can give you my address

Haru-kun: i can pick you up

Haru-kun: this evening is all about my apology and a part of that is you not walking home alone

Me: its really fine

Me: i do it most days since i cant really afford fuel

Haru-kun: picking you up at five

Takemichi chuckled down at his phone, Haruchiyo seemed adamant and he didn't want to upset him.

Me: alright

He pocketed his phone before turning to the ingredients laid out on the counter in front of him. And...he had no idea what to do? No, that's not right. It was the most basic recipe, he made it everyday off by heart. So why was nothing coming to mind?

He reached out for the sugar, one cup? No! That's too much. Or was it? Most things were one cup right so...yeah, one cup of sugar. NO! That's wrong, he knows it. But what is it instead? Maybe a different ingredient, chocolate chips, that's obvious it's...it's.

He doesn't even understand what's going on before he's hyperventilating on his knees. Why can't he remember? No! Shit! Fuck! No no no no!

Think about things, Takemichi. This morning for breakfast he....this morning for breakfast he...okay...his most popular item is strawberry tart-No! It's...it's.

His eyes were blown wide. He was forgetting. This was one of the side effects he was trying to avoid the most. It terrified him, having his memory messed up.

Someone is calling out to him but he can barely even hear it.

"Boss!"

"Boss?"

"Boss?! Hey, are you okay?"

"Hanagaki-san?"

He heaves, suddenly taking in too much oxygen, "For fuck sake, stop treating me so politly, you're older than me!"

Rindou is confused, Takemichi had been the one to tell them to be professional. When he had walked into the kitchen to find Takemichi on the ground breathing heavily, he rushed to him, calling out but Takemichi didn't respond until just then. He looked at the ingredients scattered over the counter, some on the floor.

"What's wrong with me? Why-why can't I remember the recipe?!" Although Takemichi was calling out, Rindou felt as if he wasn't actually asking him.

"Hey...Takemichi? It's okay if you can't remember a recipe, that's what they're there for." He attempted to comfort but Takemichi just shook his head, his own eyes widened when he realised Takemichi had started crying. His body is shaking, his chest heaving and quiet sobs leaving his mouth.