❝ Not like that dumbymitchy. I mean as your boyfriend. After all, that is what we are at this point, right? ❞
❝ .... Mikey, what the fuck are you talking about? ❞
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Will have: Forced kissing, forced touching, forced affection, Manjirou being delulu (He just like me fr✌️🤭)
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Takemichi was forcibly taken to his home and made to miss the first day of school in the week.
Manjirou had sat him down on the bed and stared at him. Unblinking, unwavering stare with a spine-chilling grin.
Fuck this would be harder had Takemitchy had thought.
“So, Mikey- Jirou. What was your question that you made me skip school for?”
“Do you love me?”
Does he what?
Takemichi always knew that Manjirou was off his rocker, but really?
“Haha, very funny Manjirou. What's your actual question?”
Silence.
Manjirou just stared at him.
‘Shit, he's actually serious? Is this meant to be some sort of confession?’
“Uhm, I'm sorry, Mikey, I do like you but I don't think it'd be good for us to be in a relationship. Yeah, know?” Fuck, he was nervous. He had become more comfortable with Manjirou over time, but now? It's like the first time he met him all over again.
“Eh? And why's that, Mitchy?” Manjirou came closer and Takemichi instinctively scooted backwards.
“W-well, you know. My brother.” He looked away, he couldn't handle Manjirou's gaze. “I'm not sure if I want to keep something like this a secret from him.”
