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Keisuke was sitting in the living room of his apartment, Chifuyu on his left and Kazutora on his right. His two arms were wrapped around their shoulders while they cuddled up to each other. His momma was out working, and Takemichi was with friends, though he had gotten a text saying he was on his way home.
The horror movie on the TV was corny and actually kind of funny. Neither Kazutora and Chifuyu were scared, but Chifuyu was definitely pouty as he wanted to watch romance. Because of course he did.
After a few minutes, he heard the front door open and the rustling of bags.
“Takemichi, how’d your night out go?” Keisuke called out, not taking his eyes off of the screen. Though, when he didn’t get an answer he turned his head to the archway that leads to the kitchen. He cannot see Takemichi.
“Takemichi? What’s up, dude?” He slowly withdrew his arms from around his lovers and got up, worried something was wrong with his little brother.
“Michi?” Chifuyu called out, the cat-lover being best friends with the younger boy. Kazutora leaned forward, worried for the boy he was so fond of.
When Keisuke walked through the archway, he saw Takemichi leaning on the counter, a bag of snacks from the convenience store nearby, and his face bright red.
“Takemichi? What’s wrong?” Takemichi looked up at Keisuke with wide eyes, and Keisuke saw that his flush ran down to his neck and ears.
“How do you know when someone likes you?”
What?
“Excuse me? Takemichi-”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW?” Takemichi shouted, patience obviously wearing thin.
Keisuke responded the only way he knew how.
“HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”
“BECAUSE YOU HAVE 2 BOYFRIENDS, YOU HOG!”
“HOG?!”
“YOU’RE HOGGING ALL OF THE ROMANTIC EXCELLENCE!”
“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT WORD MEAN?!”
Chifuyu and Kazutora were watching the exchange with disbelieving eyes.
Takemichi groaned loudly and stormed past his older brother, eyes locking on Chifuyu and running over, flopping down on the couch and laying his head in his lap, wrapping his arms around Chifuyu’s waist tightly. Chifuyu chuckled and put his hands over Takemichi’s head like he was protecting Takemichi from Keisuke.
“HEY! DON’T STEAL MY BOYFRIEND JUST ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T GET BITCHES!”
“I’M NOT STEALING SHIT! AND I GET PLENTY BITCHES, YOU BITCH!” Takemichi yelled into Chifuyu’s stomach, who was laughing so hard he had to bend over Takemichi’s form. Kazutora was rubbing his leg while chuckling.
It goes silent for a few moments, Chifuyu and Kazutora calming down from laughter, and the two brothers breathing heavily from the effort of screaming at each other.
“...Keisuke please give me advice,” Takemichi mumbles, slightly muffled. Keisuke softens and huffs out a laugh as he moves back to his spot on the couch, Takemichi making way for him before playing his legs over Keisuke and Kazutora’s laps.
“What’s goin’ on little brother? You just so happen to be speaking to the best romance advice person ever,” Keisuke claimed, cocky with how he jut his nose in the air.
“You cried when we confessed to you ,” Kazutora says, slapping Takemichi’s calves lightly in a rhythmic pattern.
“Shhh, ‘Tora nobody needs to know.”
“Who do you have your eye on, Michi?” Chifuyu takes control over the conversation, playing with the young boy’s hair.
It was silent. “Y’know,” he started, obviously nervous. Keisuke hummed.
“Someone from my friend group,” he mumbles, face getting hotter and hotter each moment he’s put on the spot.
“Ah, one of the boys you hang out with, huh? Or more?” Kazutora piped up, vaguely knowledgeable on the kids Takemichi hangs out with.
“No, just one.”
“Which one? That nerd with the glasses and stupid hairstyle?” Keisuke takes his chances with a guess.
“Yamagishi? Hell no, Keisuke, who the hell do you think I am?”
“Good, if that was who you had a thing for I would’ve disowned you.”
“What’s wrong with ‘gishi?!”
“He’s a HETERO, Takemichi! I don’t want you fallin’ for one of those!” Kazutora cackles at that, and he takes his own guess.
“That tall guy with a slick back mullet? I think I’ve seen him around before.”
“That Makoto guy? Michi, please don’t tell me it’s him he’s a fucking pervert. AND STRAIGHT!”
Takemichi shakes his head.
An Idea pops into Chifuyu’s head, “What about that guy with purple hair? You and him are quite close,” Chifuyu has picked him up from the guy's house quite a few times, “Akkun?”
“No.”
Keisuke did some quick math. That only left two people.
“Which one, Takuya or Kakucho?” Takemichi visibly startled at that and vigorously shook his head.
“WHICH ONE, MICHI?”
“OH MY GOD, YOU GOT IT, BAJI-SAN!”
“COME ON, TAKEMICHI!"