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KEY
F/S = Favorite Snack
F/F = Favorite flavor

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Both boys stared dumbfounded at the blonde as he smiled widely at them as if what he said wasn't absolutely absurd. Mikey stood up to his full height letting Takemichi's head drop in the process. With his hands in his pockets, Mikey walked up to Kiyomasa with a placid smile on his face.

"Are you the one running these matches?" Mikey asked as he tilted his head to the side.

Kiyomasa nodded. "Y-yes..." And before he could even continue whatever thought might have come after, his head was plummeting towards the floor from the force of Mikey's infamous kick. Takemichi's and Y/N's eyes widened in shock as crowd looked on in awe at the power of their commander.

Mikey kneeled down next to Kiyomasa and grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Who the hell are you?" His grip tightened as he brought his fist down to meet Kiyomasa's face. Over and over again, Mikey pummeled the teen's face as the crowd watched in shock and fear. Y/N watched both in fear and awe.

He had never seen anyone so strong. And so...free. A sense of envy shot through him. If he was that strong, he wouldn't have to worry about people harassing him over his attire... He would be respected rather than mocked and ridiculed. Y/N clenched his fist, feeling his nails dig into the skin, as he watched blood splatter across Mikey's face.

Mikey dropped Kiyomasa onto the dirt. He smiled as if he hadn't just beaten a man into barely consciousness. "Okay, then. Let's get going, Ken-chin." Mikey stepped on Kiyomasa's head as he walked over to join Draken's side. "Taking bets at this little fight club is lame." He commented beginning to walk off.

Draken had at some point let go of Y/N, the latter only realizing as Draken began walking away, before tilting his head to scold the fight club crowd one final time. "Stop bringing Toman's rep down."

The pair began walking away again but Mikey paused looking back at the piss blonde and (h/c) teens. "Takemitchy. Chikawa." He called out to them. Both boys attention fell to him. "See you later."

"Y'all wake up and scram already." Draken scowled at the still lingering crowd. The crowd quickly dispersed leaving only the Mizo Middle Six standing (one sitting) there.

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The six boys sat gathered in a park, Takemichi was patched up barely with the meager medical supplies, more appropriately described as a handful of spare bandages, Y/N carried with him. Yamagishi and Makoto stared hard at Takemichi. Finally he turned his head to them with furrowed brows.

"Huh?"

"That was totally awesome Takemichi!" Yamagishi fawned like a giddy child meeting their superhero idol for the first time.

"I was totally moved!" Makoto tacked on.

Yamagishi went into total fanboy mode as he went on. "You were all like 'You're gonna have to kill me!'" He did his best impression of Takemichi. "And Kiyomasa was all like 'Fine then! Bring me my bat!' But then Y/N came out of nowhere and went 'WAPOW!'" Yamagishi gestured wildly with his hands as he surmised the events that had just occurred.

Y/N could only smile at Yamagishi's enthusiasm for anything related to the world of delinquents. He leaned against the swing set as he watched the spectacle the spectacle wearing teen was putting on as he recounted a dramatized version of what happened.