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

Sweet Times (they only exist in the past)

Super short but hey, its a little burst of happiness compared to the angst I've written

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2009

His friends wasted no time breaking in his new apartment, he'd only told them yesterday and already here they were, spread out across the kitchen and living room which were conjoined due to small space. (He'd actually already been living there for three weeks now, and had help moving in from Kazutora) It was already more homey that Takemichi's actual home had been, he had never bothered before with decorating because he felt as if nothing could brighten up that damned house of nightmares. But now that he was in a smaller space and didn't need to worry about his mother drunkenly stumbling in, hand eager to mark his skin. There were some not so subtle hints that Kazutora had helped him decorate, like the cheater print decorative pillow on the couch or the little porcelain tiger next to the kitchen sink, but other than that, the sunflower eyed boy really had taste when it came to interior design.

Friends coming over was an automatic 'Takemichi is baking for everyone', but that also meant 'everyone wants to help out' and helping out really meant 'let's eat everything as we go'. But he loved it. Since the start of highschool, he had let his hair grow out and learnt tips from Kazutora on how to tone his hair. He loved the new look, with pale blond curls just reaching his shoulders, but it was a pain when he was baking. Surprisingly, it hadn't been any of the girls who had offered to tie his hair up in cute hairstyles, but rather Chifuyu. If anything, Takemichi would have expected Mistuya to do it since he often sees the way he does Luna and Mana's hair up. Chifuyu's go to was putting Takemichi's hair into two little space buns, or just one with strands hanging around his face. He liked it, Chifuyu would often play with his hair at lunch, Atsushi would often complain about that after having since decided he wanted to be a hairdresser when he was older.

Yamagishi is beside him, sleeves rolled up as he very aggressively kneads the dough, his glasses sliding down his nose. Takuya, Emma and Mikey were icing cookies, they were having a little competition to see who could ice the most pride flags, they weren't getting very far since Takemichi didn't have a wide variety of food colouring. Draken and Hina were currently on round 17 of thumb wrestling, even though Draken's hand completely dwarfed Hina's, the younger girl somehow kept winning and Draken refused to give up. His phone rang, he fished it out of his apron pocket, glancing at the name before answering.

"Hey Shinichiro-san!"

"Take-kun, are my siblings alive by any chance?" Shinichiro jokes over the line.

"They definitely are, they're in a competition with Takuya over cookies, so y'know, the usual."

"All good, they weren't answering they're phones that's all. I actually wanted to know your new address, Seishu was here at the shop with me today and he wanted to come over, and I suppose I have to pick those brats up too."

"Oh! I haven't seen Inui-kun in so long, it'd be great to have him over. I'm at X apartment block, room 243."

"See you soon."

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Takemichi chuckled at Mikey's sleeping figure on the couch, curled up like a cat with cookie crumbs and blue icing decorating his lips and chin. Shinichiro snorts beside him before nudging his brother with his big toe.

"C'mon Manjirou, Pops keeps getting on my case when I don't bring you home on time," Shinichiro grumbled, Emma snickering behind him.

Takemichi chuckled before bending down beside Mikey's sleeping figure and whipping out a red bean paste dorayaki he had secretly baked earlier and holding it under his nose. The smaller teen sprung out of his position, his eyes blown wide and his hand already wrapped around the dorayaki.

"Angel." He whispered before scarfing the treat down and falling back asleep.

Takemichi sighed and shrugged, "I tried Shinichiro-san."