(𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃) 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 | 𝚝𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚌/𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌

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❝ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 . ❞
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JANUARY WAS ALMOST COME TO AN END, February's coming and [name]'s birthday is coming soon. Takemichi was nervous, and there were two reasons behind it.

One; it's been a while since he celebrated [name]'s birthday together, so he's afraid that he'll mess things up.

Two; he just came back from the future.

Oh God how he hated that future.

Mikey killed everyone just to meet him and died in his arms. He didn't blame Naoto, no, never. It's his fault that it became that way, why the fuck even he left Toman? He really wanted to smack his past self's head with a metal bat to knock some sense into him.

About [name] and Haruki…

He didn't want to talk about that.

Please.

"You need to tell me what happened in the future, Takemichi," a voice spoke softly. "I need to know it so I can help you fix it."

"But…" his sky blue eyes darted to the ground as he fiddled his fingers. A sigh escaped the other's lips as he leaned his back against his office chair. "How are you expecting me to help you if you don't want to tell me what's going on?"

He gasped softly and finally looked up to a pair of darker blue eyes, sweats trailing down his cheek despite the coldness of the February.

"But uncle—" he spluttered. "How.. are you going to help me?" He asked hesitantly, looking away from the older man. "This is all too sudden.. I can't even let my brain think properly. And does Haru even know about this meeting? No, scratch that. Does he even know that we're related?" He exclaimed, flabbergasted. "I was just walking back from meeting Chifuyu and suddenly a black limousine stopped in front of me telling me that my 'beloved' uncle wished to meet me and—" He paused to eye the older male up and down before huffing, crossing his arms to his chest and leaned back into the couch. "Bold of you to think you're my beloved uncle."

An imaginary arrow stabbed his chest as he coughed. "Now, now, my lovely niece, that's just mean." Takemichi rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side. "No, you're mean. You left me to live alone, expecting me to be independent. Thank you for the financial support so I'm sorry for upsetting you, but how the hell am I supposed to be independent when I don't have anyone to teach me anything? Where did you put that smart brain of yours, huh?" Multiple imaginary weapons stabbed and shot him.

"And you just came back after all these years, appearing as a mafia boss and casually asking me what happened in the future? How, when and where the hell did you even know that I'm from the future?" He bit at the older male who was smiling nervously, sweats trailing down his cheek.

"Relax, Takemichi—"

"I'm relaxed, thank you!" He buried himself deeper into the soft couch, half of his lower face was covered by his turtleneck collar.

Kazuya let out a nervous chuckle as he fiddled his pen on the table. The soft light from the outside shone his white locks, his dead ocean eyes softened at the younger blonde in front of him.

"Please don't tell me you're gonna be pouty about that," he sighed, almost sounding like a whine. "I'm sorry, okay? It's my fault for leaving you on your own. Can you stop sulking now, please?" He asked, his smile gently caressing Takemichi's sulking heart, making him look at the older male hesitantly.