𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 , t.r

sixteen.

hanma hummed, looking out of the window. in his hands were a fresh bouquet of flowers. Impatiently waiting. Next to him was the male with glasses sighing every few seconds out of complete disbelief.

when the car suddenly parked. Before shiro could inform them, Hanma immediately opened the car door, stepping out. he glanced at his mahal's home, a pang of excitement in his chest,

" hold on. " his thoughts were interrupted by kisaki getting out of the vehicle as well. Hanma looked over his shoulder, a raised eyebrow but a taunting smirk on his lips. " what? "

takemichi felt like his eyes were drooping closed by the minute. He was exhausted, but he did admit he had fun. hanagaki soon glanced at the black card in his left hand, " I should probably return this to ran. " he mumbled softly.

he grabbed his phone from his pocket, clicking on ran's contact. In between typing a message, his phone suddenly rang, catching him off guard. he let out a sigh as he saw who it was, tiredly, he swiped left.

" hanma― "

" come outside mahal. "

takemichi was once caught off guard again, before he could respond he was met with silence, hanma had already hanged up. " seriously.? "

the black haired, put on his slippers. opening the front door, he was instantly met with hanma yelling at him. " mahal! " the tall male waved from afar, a small smile tugged on the corner of takemichi's lips. he soon noticed another male beside hanma, whose that?

Takemichi's eyes widened in surprise, not having time to react as hanma came running, picking him up by his thighs. " I'm home mahal. " hanma grinned, yellow eyes staring at his blue ones. " shuji. . " he mumbled softly, staring down at him.

" why are you acting as if you've
been gone for a year? " the short male laughed, merely wrapping his arms around the male's neck. hanma growled lightly in satisfaction at takemichi's touch, " does it matter?, I missed you. "

" okay, okay, put me down
please. "

" no, I haven't held
you in so long. "

" you were only gone for
4 DAYS. "

kisaki scoffed, rolling his eyes at the sight of the two having a quarell. He felt his grip tightening on the bouquet of flowers that hanma made him hold. " this shameful . . " he trailed off, as a frustrated sigh left his lips.

" so you're takemichi, " the two soon turn their attention towards the male with glasses smiling, approaching them. the black haired nodded, giving him a gentle smile. " ah yes, you must be kisaki?"

the male nodded as well. soon revealing a bouquet of flowers that he was hiding behind his back, " for you. " he cleared his throat, handing him the light, blue flowers. takemichi eyes softened, now staring at the bouquet in his hand.