absentminded.

up to you<3

"oh, what are you boring me for?"

"i don't know what to do, f/n! i'm tired of seeing my friends get hurt! i know we were cocky, but it shouldn't have gone that far! i- you aren't even listening, are you?!" the blonde, takemichi, knew he should've known better when he sat down on his friends couch. he could see her rustling around the kitchen, making who knows what. he knew she was, well, ditzy to say the least, but he thought, just this once, she'd listen. "no, i'm sorry. you said you were tired? you should go home and rest." ...right, at least the girl was trying. kind of. "that's not what i said! well, i did say that, but i didn't mean it in that way! kiyomasa is making takuya fight, and he has no chance of winning! what if he gets seriously hurt?!"

"takuya-san? right, she's your girlfriend, yeah?" takemichi knew she could fight. she could kick everyone's ass, at least everyone he knew. the only problem was she couldn't listen. "hina's my girlfriend. takuya is my friend, and it's he. just forget it, i'll see you at school tomorrow, f/n." he didn't wait for her to say bye back, just leaving in frustration. f/n probably wouldn't notice for a while anyways.

"hm, takemichi-san? what a shame, he left. i suppose i'll have to find out where they're fighting on my own. what a bother."
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second person pov <3

"takemichi-san, where are you guys fighting?" he stopped in his tracks as he heard you speak. his friends followed, realizing takemichi might've come to you for help. they had seen you and him talking before, but you had yet to be formally introduced (much to yamagishi and makotos' disappointed). "h-huh?! you were listening?!" you blinked at him before shooting him a confused glare. "hm? listening to what?" it was moments like these when he really wanted to punch you. "when i told you takuya was fighting!" once again, you looked at him with a disoriented stare. "takuya-san? oh yeah, that's your girlfriend, right?" said boy became visibly flustered, concerned as to what takemichi had told you. "wha- no! i told you, hina's my girlfriend! that's takuya!"

takemichi pointed to the blushing blonde next to him. "oh! you must be takuya-san! i'm f/n!" the four boys in front of you deadpanned, you were acting as though the conversation before had never taken place. "n-nice to meet you..?" with a grin, you began to walk away in a cheerful manner. "well, see you guys! get home safe, takemichi-san!" he was bombarded with questions from his friends, some asking what was up with you, some asking if you were okay, and some asking for your phone number. despite knowing you for well over a year, hanagaki barely had any answers. one thing he especially didn't understand was why you still referred to him as "takemichi-san", he had known you for quite some time, so " takemichi-kun" would make more sense, or even just takemichi alone. the fight would be easier than figuring you out.

which is quite hard go do, the fight was not going well. takemichi knew he couldn't win, but he knew he couldn't lose either. takemichi ignored his friends' begs for him to stop. he wouldn't, he wouldn't run away. not again. "takemichi-san! there you are!" the blonde could only stare as you skipped over to him without an ounce of fear. you didn't shiver from the glares you got from kiyomasa. you didn't tremble at the yells from the crowd. you turned your back to kiyomasa without a care in the world. while you were forgetful, clumsy, overly sarcastic, and probably failing all your classes, takemichi envied you.

"what kinda idiot walks into a fight like this? little bitch, wanna end up like your weak ass friend?!" you hummed, turning to face the large male. "hi! who are you? i'm f/n!" takemichi knew you did stupid shit, but how stupid could you be? "trust me, slut, you don't wanna fuckin' know who i am. now get the fuck outta here before i make you." you showed no fear, and that pissed off the boy in front of you. "aww, i don't wanna leave! i guess you'll have to make me! but i'm not just a weak little girl, y'know!" him and practically all the shitheads in the audience laughed, while takemichi tried to get you to leave while you could.

kiyomasa grinned before attempting to push your face in with his fist. your hand moved faster than his, stopping the punch with only one of your palms, showing no sign of struggle. "that was a lot weaker than i was hoping for.. are you going easy on me cause i'm a girl?" saying nothing, he angrily threw another punch at you, this time going for your stomach. it was caught just as easily as the first, this time by grabbing his wrist. punch after punch, not a single bruise or scratch was on you. getting annoyed, you simply grabbed both his wrists, preventing him from trying to punch you again. he struggled, you didn't. "fucking bitch, i'll kill you!" your smile fell, using your grasp on his wrists to pull him closer to you, your face barely away from his.

"kill me? have you.. ever killed someone before, kiyomasa-san? are you really weak enough to stoop down to that? i suppose that wouldn't be a surprise. you haven't a single ounce of strength in your body, what a disappointment... and here i thought this would be fun.. you're just as boring as the others." keeping your disappointed frown, you pushed him ever so slightly back, before lifting your foot to kick in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. he was a large distance away from you, a much larger distance than anyone could've expected. it's not like you flung him a mile away, but it was still seemingly enraging to everyone in the stands.

now that he wasn't standing in front of you, the two boys walking behind him became visible. a tall blonde with a long braid, and a shorter blonde finishing off some dorayaki. the taller of the two put his foot on kiyomasa's head, pushing it further into the ground. the two ignored the bows from the audience, who were yelling 'good job president!'. you decided not to question it. the short blonde continued walking towards you as his friend lectured kiyomasa. your frown disappeared, happily hopping to kneel next to takemichi. "you look real gross when you're all bloodied! you should'a just told me you were fighting, i would've come sooner!" he decided not to bother convincing you otherwise.

before you could say anything else, the 'president' (of something) had his face right next to yours. you just turned to him, still smiling. "hi! what're you the president of? i don't think people take book clubs that seriously, so." he ignored your question. "what's your name? you too." he turned to takemichi as well. "i'm f/n!" you were quite an enigma. he was intrigued by your sudden personality change, almost like you hadn't juat sent a guy flying. "i-i'm hanagaki takemichi!" the blonde in front of you grinned, getting even closer to you and your friend. "are you guys really middle schoolers?" your grin never left. "yes! he's a tiny little second year, and i'm a third year!" the blonde -who you still didn't know the name of- grinned wider, standing up. "okayy! from now on, f/n, takemicchi, you're gonna be my bitches!"

takemichi backed away, caught off guard. you only smiled wider. the boy walked over to kiyomasa, who had finally pulled himself to his feet. "you the one who organized this 'fight ring'?" kiyomasa clearly thought it was a good thing. "y-yes!" with a smile, the boy kicked kiyomasa in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. grabbing him by the hair, he continued to punch him in the face. "who the hell are you?" finally dropping him to the floor, the boy stood, who you finally learned the name of, thanks to takemichi, mikey. you weren't sure how takemichi knew, but now you did too! putting a foot on kiyomasa's head just as his friend, who hanagaki identified as draken, had done. "there! shall we go home, kenchin? underground fights are stupid." the two began walking away.

"don't do shit to bring down the name of toman. now all of you, scram." draken seemed to be a very straight forward dude. "takemicci, f/n! see you soon!" you and takemichi both stood up as everyone in the stands left. you wore a proud smile on your face, though your friend still seemed quite shaken up. "hey... thanks for your help, f/n." with a grin, you pulled him forwards, placing your forehead against his. your smile fell once again, he seemed flustered at the sudden close contact. "hey, takemichi-san. you seem to have a sudden rush of determination. you've decided to quit running, that's quite a challenge. don't bear everything on your shoulders. you aren't alone. that being sai- are you crying?" he pulled away from you, staring at the ground while wiping the tears that he'd never admit were there.

" 'm not crying.. jus' trying to get the blood off my face.."

“happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination.” -immanual kant