Chapter Text
one summer night, takemichi was returning home after a late toman meeting. he was walking down some dark alley to shorten the way to home, although he was slightly afraid of such places. hanagaki listened to every rustle and crept as if he were a thief, so he almost immediately heard some kind of groan that came from the darkest corner of the alley.
the guy stopped and looked in the direction of the sound source with a little alarm. he was thinking about escaping, but his mind stubbornly insisted that there could be some wounded person there whom he could help!..
"damn it... what's going on?" a male voice put an end to takemichi's thoughts-of course, it could be a trap, but... it's better to check! the unknown person coughed and the high school student shuddered.
hanagaki had definitely heard this voice before, but he couldn't remember who exactly it might belong to. how difficult.
the man coughed again, and takemichi decided.
"hey. what happened? do you need help?" the boy came a little closer and took out his phone to light up the face of a possible victim.
oh. seriously?
"if I knew myself. who are you?" the man asked in a hoarse voice, squinting at the sudden bright light.
"hanma?" takemichi asked before he had time to think.
"hanma? do you know my name?" shuji chuckled thoughtfully, and now he was looking at hanagaki with some kind of... hope?
what?
hanagaki is not stupid. he immediately realized that it was strange. what's wrong with hanma?
"hanma shuji" takemichi nodded his head and looked at the guy questioningly.
"wow. are we friends?" hanma smiled absentmindedly, covering his mouth with his hand due to coughing.
"I wouldn't say... but we know each other," hanagaki answered him and thought about it.
the hanma he knew didn't behave like that. his sincere bewilderment, hoarse cough and a huge amount of blood... are too plausible? blood?
"can you stand up? I do not know what happened, but you urgently need medical help!" despite his dislike for shuji, the high school student could not leave him to die in some alley! what kind of hero would he be if he let hanma disappear?
"um, I... yes, thank you. god himself sent you to me from heaven, blue-eyed angel?" shuji grinned, but quickly suppressed a smile because of the acute pain.
takemichi grimaced. hanma seems to have retained a remnant of his personality. ugh.
"anyway... your name?" hanma got up from the floor, leaning on takemichi, who helped him up.
"I'm sorry?" the high school student asked again, because he was in his thoughts.
"what's your name?" the older man asked the question again.
"hanagaki takemichi" the young man hesitated before giving an answer.
"takemichi... hmm," hanma intoned, earning hanagaki an indignant face.
"that's my name! even inupi calls me by my last name!" he grumbled.
"and what? take-michi" hanma grinned and hanagaki wished for a brick to fly into him.
although, if a brick arrives on shuji, then takemichi will have to treat him... a stupid sense of guilt.
"shut up."
"is it safe?" hanma asked with a nervous smile, his tone betraying his uncertainty, and pointed to some kind of medical device in takemichi's hands.
"be patient and don't complain," the high school student gritted his teeth, bringing the cotton wool closer to shuji's face.
"yes, commander," hanma giggled, but immediately hissed in pain from the wound on his cheek.
hanagaki smiled maliciously.
the "treatment" didn't go so badly. at least takemichi could safely get a closer look at shuji's face. hanagaki had only seen him at some fights, and then only briefly – there was no time for him. therefore, it was very unusual to see hanma with clean and dried hair, wearing takemichi's biggest t-shirt (and then he stretched it) and short shorts - hanagaki pants.
"so… you know about my past, right?" the older guy started his question, sitting on the bed with a slight smirk.
"no, I wasn't interested in how the creepy dude's life was going. don't distract me."
takemichi tried to concentrate on his homework while sitting at his desk.
"am I creepy? wow, what a reputation I have. why?" shuji somehow laughed maliciously.
"um, well. you're something of a fighter," hanagaki really thought about how to tell hanma that he was... a dangerous type.
"maybe a fighter for justice?"
the high school student turned his head towards hanma and stared blankly at him. so they looked at each other in silence for a minute.
takemichi abruptly came to one conclusion. however, if hanma's memory returns, then most likely he will kill hanagaki without delay. hmm.
"maybe? he went to the gym every day, helped poor children, took care of animals..."
"well, it's more like fiction. who am I, takemichi?" shuji asked with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I need to step back-"
hanma grabbed the younger guy by the wrist and pulled him so that takemichi's chest touched his knees. hanagaki looked up and met shuji's sad expression, which was deadly close. even very close.
"who am I?"
takemichi sighed.
"well-well. just a creepy guy I see a lot on the way to my friends."
"good" shuji said with a slight smile, but a shadow of doubt flashed across his face.
the difficulties didn't end when it came to sleep.
"hanma, you don't sleep on the bed!" takemichi tried to throw the adult guy off the bed, but he was unperturbed.
"huh? I'm already asleep" shuji yawned significantly, turning his back to him.
"lier!" hanagaki huffed indignantly, pushing hanma to the floor.
"no, I'm dreaming," however, he did not give in, only turned to face Takemichi with his eyes closed and a cat smile.
"you answer me, so you're not sleeping," the high school student said condescendingly.
"it seems to you."
"hanma!"
"I'm sleeping."
"well, so be it! so be it, I'm down," takemichi rolled his eyes, but shuji took his hand and pulled him to him, as if he was an ordinary stuffed toy.
"no, I can't sleep without you," hanma laughed and put his head on hanagaki's shoulder.
"hanma, it's not funny, let me go," the high school student tried to break out of shuji's tenacious grip, but it was all in vain.
"I'm sleeping."
"hanma!.."
takemichi was tired of arguing, so he just stayed where he was, sighing in parallel. damn that hanma. tomorrow morning, as soon as they wake up, the high school student will kick him out.
he didn't kick him out this morning. more precisely, he couldn't.
"hanma, put down the frying pan, I won't let you near the stove," hanagaki rolled his eyes, holding a rolling pin in his hands.
"pleaseeeeee?" shuji pretended to whimper.
"don't be ashamed. right after breakfast, you go home," takemichi pushed hanma away from the kitchen cabinets and took the frying pan from his hands.
"are you driving me away already?" shuji sighs with fake sadness as he sits down at the table.
"yes," takemichi shrugs, starting to cook something simple, but, in his opinion, delicious.
"abuse in the family, of course..."
the high school student blinked in confusion. what?
"what kind of abuse?"
hanma looked at takemichi as if he was a fool and pointed at him with his finger, then pointed at himself, smiling.
"in our family."
"since when are we a family?" the high school student rightly asked, indignantly pointing his finger at him.
"since you found me half-dead in some alley. look, I'm like a pet now, only better. meow" hanma grinned, rubbing his cheek with a clenched fist like a cat.
hanagaki wanted to shoot himself.