It Started With A Lie || MiTake/MaiTake

Happy birthday, Hanagaki Takemichi!!

Takemichi scenes in WIPs of  non-MaiTake fics

I. Dead dove MaiTora 

1. He knew fully well that Kazutora only stayed with him as a way of atoning for his sins and he made full use of it, keeping him at arms length at all times before dubbing him his lover. No one had protested, not even Takemichi had anything to say to him after he told him his feelings for his brother’s murderer. 

The younger man had even sighed in relief. 

Said he was worried that he would kill Kazutora for even breathing the same air as him. 

2. When Kazutora came to, he was met with wide blue eyes, worry and concern palpable in his gaze alone. He forgot who owned those eyes was at first, his memories a little hazy and his head ached too much for comfort. He almost couldn’t hear anything from the ringing of his ears. He made a move to sit up and greet Takemichi properly.

“Shit- Kazutora-kun! Don’t move so much, your body is all bruised up!”

Takemichi immediately sprung up to action, trying to push the older male back down to the bed as gently as he can. Kazutora hissed from the pain before ultimately giving up on sitting up to greet his former junior.

“What brings you here, Hanagaki?”

He asks the medic-in-training. A stupid question really but Takemichi answers nonetheless.

“Mikey-kun called me to have a look at you…” his lips pursed, the worry and concern back to his face full force, this time, guilt painted on his face along with it.

Kazutora’s stomach dropped at the sight, suddenly feeling uneasy.

“Well, what are your findings doc?” He jests to ease his stress. He knew that Mikey must have done something wrong if Takemichi’s face soured at even mentioning his name and Takemichi never directs that face at Mikey, it was a face he reserved for Kisaki and only for the law student that was also his crazy admirer. Takemichi kept on hesitating, and as much as he’d like it for Takemichi to take his time until he was comfortable enough to talk, his uneasiness was skyrocketing the longer the younger man hesitated.

3. Takemichi pursed his lips before giving in to Kazutora's pleas, sucking in a deep breath and wiping at his face.

“Shit man. This is a very personal question and I highly doubt that you guys fucked last night but- do you- did you two do it last night? Like, maybe, consensual sex? Has this happened before?”

Takemichi asked with a grimace and Kazutora’s heart dropped at the question. 

II. I Shall Punish You! BajiTakeKazuFuyu

1. Keisuke snapped back to reality when he felt a poke on his cheek. He looked to his right and found Takemichi staring at him, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

"You were spacing out. Anything bothering you?"

Keisuke looked away from the sinful view of the younger's lips seemingly puckered into a pout. It isn't a pout and he knows that. It's his brain supplying him images. Gulping inaudibly, Keisuke sneaked a glance at Takemichi's lips again, answering him with a short 'nothing'.

Takemichi squinted, leaning closer to the older teen's face.

"Are you sure? I know you weren't listening to me talking."

Keisuke tensed at his words. 

Fuck. 

Was he that obvious in his disinterest? But it's not his fault that he didn't want to know how Hina stole Takemichi's first kiss -scratch that- his first lip-to-lip contact. Keisuke refuses to acknowledge that that was a kiss and he never will.