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“You won’t get me anything?”
“But it’s not your birthday…?” Takemichi holds his breath. He shuffles his feet and gazes at the boy sitting on the steps barely a few feet away from him.
“Takemitchy, you’re heartless.”
Takemichi stills, his heart pounding. And then he makes a run for it.
“Stop torturing him Mikey, you know how seriously he takes this stuff.”
“Ken-chin, what’s wrong with getting a free gift? Besides, it’s fun watching him scramble about.”
“Tch.”
After he’s a considerable distance away from the danger, Takemichi heaves a sigh of relief and clutches at the empty gift bag in his hand. It’s only Yamomoto's birthday, and he was about to go buy a gift when he was ambushed by the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang. As if he already hadn’t been having a hard time, he now had to find a gift for Mikey.
The only solution his mind can think of is Hina. But she’s not home.
So he sucks up his pride and walks towards Akkun.
“Akkun, what are you giving Yamomoto-kun?”
“You act like I know anything about gifting things. A shampoo?”
“You’re worse than I am.” Takemichi sulks and wonders what went wrong in his life, that he had to come back to the past with his biggest problem being gifts. Currently, anyway.
“We can give Yamamoto-kun a cake. But what about Mikey-kun?”
“Mikey-kun? What for?”
“He said he felt bad because I didn’t gift him anything.”
Akkun rolls his eyes, “How close are you guys?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer, swatting at the air and walking ahead. Takemichi catches up, panting. “He feels bad. I should probably buy something for him.”
“Fine, what does he like?”
“Flags in his kid's meals?”
“What? Did you just say the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang likes flags in his kid’s meals?”
“Yeah? And he loves taking a nap right after eating?”
“Woah man”, Akkun laughs and Takemichi grins alongside him. “Do you think he’ll like something to eat?”
“No. Isn’t there anything else?”
“Oi Takemitchy!” The distant heavy voice startles both the boys, and they look around. “Mikey’s looking for you.”
“Draken-kun?” But I haven’t gotten a gift yet!”
Draken towers over both of the boys, even though he’s only a year older. His eyebrow raised, he asks, “Do you think this is acceptable?”
Takemichi is about to piss his pants. “I’m sorry! I’ll get one right away!”
He attempts to run away and realises only a few seconds later, Draken has his shirt in his fists.
“Draken-kun!” Takemichi looks around wildly and sees Akkun snickering, stepping away from the scene.
“Sorry, Takemichi-kun!”
“Traitor!” The former yells, but he’s laughing too.