Are We a Lie? (Michizou Tachihara x Reader)

Chapter 10: Stay a Little Longer

-One Month Later-

Michizou and I have grown even closer since the confession incident at the mafia party. We've become inseparable, which has unfortunately made it difficult for me to submit my reports as often as I used to.

Jouno harshly reprimanded me for converting my daily reports into weekly ones, but it didn't bother me. To my knowledge, the Boss wasn't engaging in anything particularly suspicious.

The redhead lay on my chest as I played with his hair.

"March is almost over," Michi spoke up. "You know what that means, right?"

"That it's almost spring?" I hesitantly answered.

"No, I'm talking about April 1st."

"What are you planning, Michizou?" I sighed, hoping that he wasn't planning to prank me. 

"I'm not sure yet, but I thought it would be funny to pull one over on the old man." The boy with the bandaged nose looked up at me. "Wanna help?"

"That's so mean... I'm in."

"Do you have any ideas?" The boy grabbed a notebook and pen, ready to jot down some ideas.

"What if we replace his bed with a coffin?" I suggested, earning an odd look from my boyfriend. "Y'know... cause he's old." I actually thought about trying that on the Captain once, but I then realized that he might pull out Amenogozen on me.

"That's a little too morbid. Maybe we should put Hello Kitty stickers on his car."

"No, that's boring. Plus, he doesn't even drive too often." I pondered for a minute, before coming up with a better idea. "What if we replace random items in his house with cake."

"Cake?"

"Hear me out," I continued. "Let's say that Hirotsu wants to go wash his hands. When he goes to pick up the bar of soap, he'll realize that it's actually cake. If we do it to multiple things in his house, he'll question whether everything is cake or not."

"He's gonna kill us."

"Yup, no doubt about it.

-Time Skip To Baking-

"HAS NO ONE TAUGHT YOU HOW TO PROPERLY MEASURE A FUCKING CUP OF FLOUR?!" I yelled at Michi, who was just scooping large amounts of flour into a bowl.

"I'm using a measuring cup, so it's fine, babe," he argued.

"You need to tap the air bubbles out and level it, if not, then you're gonna fuck it up!" I took the cup from him, tapping it with a knife before scraping off the excess amount. "See, it's not that hard."

"Should've chosen something else," Michi muttered.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing!"

I let out a sigh. "At least with you, I don't have to worry about seeing vegetable oil being mixed with lemonade."

"...What?"

"Sorry," I giggled. "A family friend of mine likes to make... food combinations. He likes mixing foods that are the same colors. One time, he babysat me when I was younger, and I watched him dip Oreos in mayonnaise."

"Really?" The red head cringed. "I think I'd puke seeing that."

"Surprisingly I didn't, but that day will leave me forever traumatized."

Normal people's nightmares usually deal with murderers or ghosts, while mine are almost always about Tecchou in the kitchen. Katsumi too. I think she's on microwave number five.

-Two Days Later-

It took forever to make those goddamn cakes, especially with Michizou in the kitchen. The decoration process took the most time, so we just settled on three cakes that Hirotsu would find easily. (We didn't want the cakes to go stale on him; we're not that mean). 

The three cakes of our choosing were his house phone, his pack of cigarettes, and a tube of toothpaste. Gin was very cooperative, sneaking into his house to send us photos of the items that we wanted to replicate.

Luckily for us, Hirotsu was out on a mission on the night of March 31st. Michizou and I used that as an opportunity to set up our prank. I hope it works!

***

"I had fun," Michi laughed, once we returned to the safety of my apartment. "I'm glad that we were able to do this together."

"Don't forget about Gin, he was a big help too."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the look on the old man's face, when he realizes what we did." The red head threw his right arm around my shoulders. "It's too bad that we can't watch."

"I know," I sighed. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was already four in the morning. "Wow, it's really late."

Michizou yawned, as he headed towards my room. "Yeah, I'm starting to get tired, let's go to bed."

"Staying over again, huh? Might as well move in at this point." I joked as we sat down on the bed.

He smiled, a shade of pink dusting his cheeks, as he looked away from me. "I mean... I could move in... only if you want me to."

Giving my boyfriend a kiss on his cheek, I giggled. "I'd love that."

Once we got underneath the covers, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around my torso. In return, I hugged his neck.

"To think that we started off hating each other," he reflected. "Look at us now."

"Well, I think the hatred was one sided."

"Okay, I don't know about that-" Michi paused, picking up his phone which loudly vibrated on the dresser. "It's Hirotsu."

"That was quick," I giggled.

The red head answered it, putting it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Do you want to tell me why my cigarettes are covered in fondant and taste like chocolate cake?"

The two of us snickered, failing to stay serious.

"Did you buy a new flavor?" Michi questioned.

"Cigarettes don't come in different flavors!" It was easy to hear the irritation in Hirotsu's voice.

"April fools!" My boyfriend and I said in unison before hanging up.

"Haha, we got him." I laughed, burying my head into his chest.

"Just wait until he finds the toothpaste."