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“ At-su-shi-kun~ ” Dazai sings.
Atsushi blinks, looking up from his paperwork. He notices that Dazai had also caught Kunikida’s attention, the man glaring at the other behind his glasses. He can hear as Ranpo opens another candy from his desk and as Kyouka shuffles her own paperwork at his. Kenji is staring at a plant happily while Yosano is sitting on Ranpo’s desk, playing with her nails. Tanizaki was out on a mission and Naomi was with Haruno.
“What is it, Dazai-san?” He asks, a bit exasperated.
He had been doing paperwork all day since Dazai, per usual, had given all his off to him. He didn’t mind it per say, he liked being able to help, but he knew it could make him cranky and sassy. It also reminded him of people he didn’t want to think about, people he could never let himself see again.
“You never talk about your teen years, Atsushi-kun. We’re all mighty curious,” he prods gently, an imploring smirk on his face.
Atsushi feels himself freeze, hands stilling where they had been organizing his paperwork. He blinks owlishly at Dazai, completely caught off guard. He could’ve asked anything and he just- He asked about the singular part of his life that he’d implied he didn’t want to talk about. He talked about the orphanage when he could, about growing up there from infancy to twelve and then going back to that wretched place from fifteen to eighteen. He talked about Shibusawa (eventually), the abuse, conditioning, experimentation, all of that. But now Dazai wanted to know more.
He wanted to know about them .
“Dazai-san, that’s highly unprofessional,” Kunikida speaks up, reaching over to gently karate chop the top of his head. “Atsushi-kun, feel no need to indulge in this maniac’s obsession.”
“Boo!” Ranpo buts in, pulling his lollipop out of his mouth. “Don’t let him off the hook, Kunikida-san! This sounds interesting!”
“Ranpo-san, don’t bully the boy,” Yosano cuts in, but there’s a sharp grin on her face. “He’ll tell us in his own time, don’t worry.”
Atsushi feels the need to mention that he’s 24 but resists. Somehow everyone in the agency still saw him as a kid, probably because he was in their eyes. He’d always be that eighteen year old weretiger who helped save the world to them, most likely. They’ve all acknowledged that he’s grown, but they’d always see him that way. He understood it, it’s how he saw Kyouka after all. She had grown and was sprouting into a beautiful young woman but he would still always see that fourteen year old girl that he would never give up on.
“You’re hiding something, At-su-shi-kun ,” Dazai declares, matter of fact, eyes shining.
Atsushi shudders, setting his papers down gently. He debates on what to say for a few seconds, thinking of them , before opening his mouth. As he prepares to spout some bullshit, the door opens and in walks Fukuzawa.
“Atsushi-kun,” he interrupts, as stoic as always while on the job. “There’s a client requesting you. He’s in the meeting room.”
He nods and stands, dusting off his shoulders. He wears his usual outfit, the one of the mix of clothing the Agency members gave him. He had preferred clothes, of course, before he went back to the orphanage for more torment, but they got rid of them. There was only one outfit he managed to save and he would never wear it again. Not just because it wouldn’t fit but because he didn’t belong to them anymore, not after what it had become.
Atsushi offers Dazai an apologetic smile before he leaves. He’s not sorry, he’s actually quite relieved. This client had perfect timing honestly. He knew both Ranpo and Dazai would see through his lies about his teen years and some of the things he’s doing nowadays, they were still them after all, and this was the perfect excuse to escape without digging himself into a hole.
He finds the meeting room easily, dusting off his pants before he enters.
“Sorry about the wait, sir, I-”
He pauses, his whole brain short circuiting at the person who sits at the meeting table.
“Nice to see you again, Matsuno-kun.”
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Kyouka hums a soft tune as she sorts through the last of her paperwork. It had been around six years since she started working with the ADA and about five, five and a half since the vampire incident that nearly ended the world. It’s been a long, tumultuous but fulfilling and happy six years, not that she ever thought she would be working for the ADA that long but here she was!
She looks up when the door slams open, hands reaching for her knife instinctively. She calms down when she sees it’s just Atsushi but tenses when she notices his face. He’s panicking, she’s known him long enough to see it. He’s near manic, actually, hyperventilating, eyes wide, his forearms transformed into the tigers. He’s not crying but he looks on the verge of tears and he’s gripping the door tight enough there’s probably going to be claw marks.
“Atsushi-kun?” Kunikida speaks up first, standing up from his desk. Usually he would be lecturing about the arms with new clients and scratching the door but the panic that radiates off of Atsushi is near palpable in the air for everyone.
“Out. I need him out. I can’t-” his breathing picks up, his hand not holding the door starting to claw at his shirt above his chest.
“Is it the client?” Fukuzawa speaks up, voice harsh but not directed at Atsushi. He hadn’t left yet because he wanted to talk with Ranpo and Yosano about something. He took it very seriously when his employees said they didn’t want to work with a client and would panic over it, especially since a lot of his employees would usually sit with their discomfort. Especially Atsushi, even after all these years.
“Out, please, I can’t, I can’t-! ” He falls to his knees, gasping loudly. His tears start to fall, claws digging into his own skin on his chest, panic and fear clouding his eyes.
Kunikida and Fukuzawa share a look. Kyouka rushes forward and gently removes Atsushi’s claws from his chest, gently coaxing him to move out of the doorway. After that’s done Dazai and Ranpo head out of the room, presumably on their way to the meeting room. Kenji moves over to Kyouka and Atsushi, helping his partner help the weretiger calm down. Kenji takes his paws in his and gently nuzzles them against his cheeks while Kyouka rubs her cheeks against his face, silently scenting him. His tiger side loved to have their scent on him and his scent on them, not that they fully understood it but it wasn’t something that they minded.
When Dazai and Ranpo come back, both of their faces are stony. Atsushi has calmed down considerably, his breathing back in control and his arms back to human form. He looks so exhausted but he’s still awake. He’s not crying anymore but his eyes are wide and still full of panic and fear. Of what? None of them are sure, but there’s clearly something wrong.
“Atsushi-kun, he left this for you,” Dazai informs, handing over a slip of paper.
Atsushi eyebrows furrow but he takes the paper. Everyone else crowds around him as he opens it, curious. Who was this bastard who triggered Atsushi and what the hell did he want?
Mikey . Draken . Baji . Mitsuya . Kazutora. Pah-chin . Chifuyu. Hakkai . The Kawata twins. Takemichi. Who do you think is next, Matsuno?
Everyone watches as Atsushi pales at the words, hands trembling.
“Atsushi-kun?” Kyouka asks gently, a hand reaching up to hold his as they shake.
“Bastard,” he says, voice shaking. “That bastard ,” his voice is full of anger and rage, mouth set into a scowl, eyes narrowed. His whole body is shaking, but this time it’s not with fear, oh no. This time it’s because of pure rage .
“Atsushi-kun, what does this mean?” Kunikida asks sternly, his voice also laced with confusion and worry.
“He’s threatening me,” Atsushi says after a moment, his hands crumpling up the paper. “He wants me to come back so he’s threatening me and them.”
“You knew him when you were a teen,” Ranpo cuts in, eyes open. “He’s also the main focus of a case you’ve been pursuing on the side ever since the end of the vampire incident.”
Atsushi purses his lips before he nods, sighing. The rage seems to deflate out of him, leaving him just exhausted. He stuffs the paper in his pocket and stands up for the first time since his panic attack.
“Atsushi-kun?” Kyouka asks again, standing as well, Kenji at her side.
He takes in a deep breath, taking a moment to rub at his eyes before he turns, facing them head on. There’s a determined look in his eyes, a different one to his normal one in battle or while on a case. One that seems to go much deeper than all of them knew.
“Have you ever heard of Toman?”
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Atsushi sips at the cup in his hands, looking down at the tea in it. He moves the cup in a circular motion a few times, watching the tea as it swirls and swirls. It was easier to focus on than the people in the room. It’s not that they would think of him differently, they all had different pasts and had been through a lot of shit together, he just didn’t like talking about it. He was still the same person, it’s not like he was in the mafia like Dazai and Kyouka. Yeah, he had been a delinquent for around four years and maybe he knew how to fight better than he let on, but that was it. There was nothing really different (besides how he looked), so that wasn’t his worry.
Talking about it made him think about it and thinking about it made him think of Baji and all the others who were now lost. Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Happy and Angry, even Mikey even though he wasn’t dead and Takemichi who’s time travel made everything weird. Kazutora, thankfully, was still alive and okay, but he potentially wouldn’t be soon if the threat was real. He doesn’t know what he would do if he never got to hear his laugh again or listen to him ramble about the pet shop and-
And Kisaki had found him.
“Why did you hide it?” Yosano is the first one to speak up, head tilted. “No one cares what you did, kid. It’s not like-”
“Sorry, Yosano-sensei, but I wasn’t hiding it,” he insists. “I didn’t want to talk about it because most of the Toman I knew and loved is dead. I didn’t want to think about it.”
“Most?” Dazai inquires, head tilted.
“The names that were crossed out on the list? They’re all dead, besides Mikey-kun, he’s just lost. Kisaki-san, the fucking bastard, is threatening me. He’s going to kill me, Kazutora-kun or Takemitchy-kun next.”
“Well, he’s not fully aware of your healing factor yet,” Ranpo informs casually. “He knows you have an Ability, and you turn into a tiger, but he doesn’t know about how fast you heal. So we can’t just cross him chasing after you off the list. However, he won't go for your ‘Takemitchy-kun’ yet.”
Atsushi plays with his lip between his teeth. He was still withholding information and was debating on if he should tell them. He told them about getting adopted, having a different name and different looks, joining Toman, some of the events that happened. He didn’t talk about Takemichi’s power or Bloody Halloween or anything else that hurt too much. Or about how Kazutora and Baji had been his soulmates even though Ryuu was too and-
“You’re hiding something,” Ranpo accuses, eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
Atsushi freezes as every eye turns to him.
“It’s not important-” he starts to insist, hands clasped tightly around his tea cup.
“ At-su-shi-kun ~ It’s not nice to keep secrets,” Dazai drapes himself over his back, face dangerously close to his, a disarming smile on his face.
His smile doesn’t work.
“It’s really nothing-” he starts again, eyes narrowing, trying to shake of Dazai but-
“Atsushi-kun, anything can help,” Fukuzawa speaks up. He’s not demanding, more imploring, but it does enough.
Atsushi sighs, leaning down to rest his forehead against his tea cup. His hands don’t shake but he wished they did, it could help make them back off. But they won’t, not now, not when Dazai, Ranpo and Fukuzawa wanted to know.
“My partner, Takemitchy-kun, he has an Ability. We’re not sure what the name is, but when he shakes his trigger’s hand he can go back to the past. Each different timeline still exists but he can’t go back to it once he changes the future. And the reason I don’t like talking about them is because when I was fourteen Kisaki-san influenced Toman and the founders enough that Kazutora-kun and Baji-san were the ones who killed Baji-san,” he explains, refusing to look at any of them. Tears collect on his lashes and fall silently into his tea, making a soft drip sound every time.
There’s silence for a few moments before there’s a hand on his back, rubbing it softly.
“I’m sorry he killed your friend and still is, Atsushi-kun, but we’ll stop him. Together. I promise.”
“Sounds like an asshole,” Ranpo speaks up, loudly kicking his feet up on his desk. “Don’t worry! He’s an easy read! We’ll catch him, per usual!”
“You’re our family, Atsushi-kun,” Fukuzawa places a gentle hand on the back of his head. “We won’t let him kill you or any more of your friends.”
“Akutagawa’s on his way!” Dazai chirps from behind him, something sweet and dangerous in his voice.
Atsushi laughs wetly. Oh, Kisaki truly fucked up.
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Bonten Timeline
“Hey, Atsushi-kun, can we hold a sleepover at you and Kyouka’s place?” Naomi skips into the office dragging Junichiro behind her as she asks, a smile on her face. “Nii-sama, Yosano-sensei, Kenji-kun, Kyouka-chan, Gin-chan, Higuchi-chan, and Haruno-san and I need a bigger place to hang out than our dorm.”
Atsushi blinks up at Naomi, taking a moment to let that process. He smiles apologetically once it does, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry Naomi-chan, Junichiro-kun, I don’t life in Yokohama anymore and-”
“You don’t live in Yokohama, Atsushi-kun?” Yosano cuts in, perking up from her seat on Ranpo’s desk. “I thought you lived with Akutagawa-san?”
“Oh, I still do!” He smiles, setting down the papers in his hands. “But since I own a pet shop in Tokyo with Tora and still do work in Yokohama, we all thought it would be better if we lived between Tokyo, Yokohama and Shibuya City,” he explains.
“Tora? As in your mysterious boyfriend that none of us have ever met?” Yosano inquires, leaning forward, a smirk on her lips.
Atsushi flushes red with a chuckle. “Yes, Yosano-sensei, Kazutora is my other boyfriend. He was living in Shibuya since that’s our home city but we didn’t like the separation between all of us. Tora spends all the time at the pet shop since I can’t even though we co-own and Ryuu and I both work in Yokohama so we found a nice place between all three cities.”
“So Akutagawa-kun gets to meet your other boyfriend but I can’t? At-su–shi-kun , I’m hurt!” Dazai complains, melting into his desk with a pout.
Atsushi levels him with a deadpan look. “Dazai-san, I’m dating both of them, I wanted them to meet as soon as possible.”
“Are they dating each other?” Kenji inquires seriously.
“Nah,” Atsushi waves a hand. “But they get along well, too well sometimes. I swear they might take over the world together.”
“And what is it again Kazutora-san did before you two owned this pet shop?” Kunikida asks, cutting into the conversation for the first time, even looking up from his paperwork.
“Well, he was in jail for around ten years, and before that we were in the same gang, Tom-”
“You were in a gang?” Junichiro cuts him off, eyes wide.
He looks around, noticing everyone is decently surprised besides Ranpo and Dazai. “Did I not tell you?” He quirks an eyebrow, ignoring the pang that comes with remembering him and Baji. “I lived in Shibuya from when I was twelve to fifteen, I was taken in by a family for a few years before I returned back to the orphanage. During that time I ran with a gang, the Tokyo Manji gang actually. All the higher ups were pretty close but there were a few… incidents that made us disband.”
“Those kids were found dead around the same time, right?” Kunikida asks. “Sano Emma, Kisaki Tetta and Kurokawa Izana if I remember correctly? Kurokawa-san was a gang leader as well, Kisaki-san was the kid of someone prominent in the area, and Sano-san was… the younger sister of your leader? I was in Shibuya around that time and remember reading about it in the paper.”
Atsushi sighs, resisting the urge to close up instantly. He doesn’t like thinking about their deaths, not after all he knows. Kisaki might not have turned out to be a great person in the future but he was thirteen , and Emma had had nothing to do with any of them. Izana hadn’t been the best person, no and he had legally been an adult at the time but Mikey had wanted to help him and he knew how much Kakucho, Izana’s right hand man and best friend, meant to Takemichi.
“Emma-chan was Mikey-kun’s sister, yes. Izana-san was also their brother but he was the leader of Tenjiku. Kisaki… even if I didn’t like him, he was thirteen at the time and didn’t deserve to be hit by that truck, even if he had been the one to unintentionally kill Izana-san. We refer to it as the Kanto incident and it’s what led to Toman disbanding.”
“I’m sorry you lost so many friends,” Kyouka gives his shoulder a few pats. “But you were talking about Kazutora-san?” She prods, a grin on her face.
“Right! Tora was one of the founding members of Toman and after an… incident he was in juvie. When he got out he was manipulated by Hanma-san and Kisaki-san into leading Walhalla. We had a gang war and during it he stabbed Baji-san, but Baji-san refused to have Tora take the fall so he stabbed himself. Tora took the fall for his death anyway to the police and that’s why he was in jail. Once he was released, I picked him up and we’ve been together, not romantically yet, ever since.”
“How could you just… forgive him for stabbing your friend?” Naomi asks, eyebrows furrowed.
Atsushi sighs. He’d been expecting that, honestly. “After learning all the things I did, I don’t blame him. Again, Kisaki-san was a fucking bastard, he was manipulating Tora and filling his head with lies. Tora comes from a family of abuse so his mental state has never been the best and Kisaki-san took advantage of that. Plus, I’ve always known that Baji-san would always protect Tora, they were just like that. I like to think of them as my soulmates, that’s how it was even if I never got to be happy with both of them at the same time, so it’s easier for me to see it all and understand. Plus, even Mikey-kun, who had even more reasons to be upset, forgave him and let him know he would always have a home in Toman. Baji-san forgave him, he proved that by stabbing himself for him, so I forgave him. Plus, half of us are dating Port Mafia members, I would like to point out, and they’ve hurt many others, including us.”
“You and Kazutora-san sound very lucky, Atsushi-kun,” Yosano is the first to speak up, a small smile on her face. “It’s always nice to find your soulmates.”
“You better bring him around soon,” Kyouka adds, punching his shoulder softly.
“I want to meet the pretty boy you won’t shut up about,” Dazai sings, grinning evilly.
“Don’t scare him, please,” Atsushi pleads.
“He sounds nice, Atsushi-kun,” Kenji says with a smile and a thumbs up.
Atsushi can’t help but smile back.
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Chapter 275/276 Timeline
“Fuyu,” someone shakes him gently.
Atsushi refuses to move. Today is just- it’s a really bad day. It’s too hard to move, even breathing seems like it will have infinite consequences. His chest is heavy, heavier than usual. He just wants to close his eyes and disappear for a while, drift off into nothingness until it swallows him whole.
“ Chifuyu , we have work today,” the voice chides, sounding exasperated. “Don’t make me get Gawa, cause-”
“I’m up,” Atsushi forces himself to get up. The task of opening his eyes seems too big but he does it anyway, forcing his eyes to focus on Kazutora’s face in front of him. He’s smiling softly, all his hair up into a ponytail, blond strands mixed in with the black to create a cool effect.
“Bad day?” Kazutora asks gently, eyebrows upturned. “Do you want to call out? Gawa has to go in today but I can stay home.”
Atsushi shakes his head. “No, no, I have an important mission today. Ryuu and I have to do something.”
“Okay, but remember, we’re meeting with Mikey-kun and the others to visit the graves today.”
Right. It was the anniversary of that day. That’s why everything seemed so hard. But he had a job to do, one he couldn’t flake out on, even today.
“I will, I promise,” he reassures. “What time do I need to be home?”
“We’ll come get you, Hina-chan doesn’t want to be late and even if it’s the anniversary they want to see our workplace finally.”
Atsushi sighs but nods. “Okay, okay. You go get ready for work, Love you Tora,” he leans forward and places a soft peck on his lips.
Kazutora leans forward to steal another kiss, still soft but longer. “Love you too, Fuyu,” he squeezes his hands gently before standing and getting ready for work.
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“Stupid jinko,” Ryuu curses as they rush through the streets to the Agency. “Why couldn’t you look at the time?” He coughs a few times, a scowl on his face.
“We were in a fight!” He replies, glaring softly. “I wasn’t paying attention to anything besides beating that guy's ass!”
Ryuu shakes his head and they slide to a stop outside of the Agency. Ryuu climbs off his back and he switches back to his full human form, wiping his pants and arms off. They rush inside together, Atsushi waving at Lucy as they pass through the cafe, before heading upstairs. When they open the door it’s to a completely silent office.
“Atsushi-kun, who are they?” Kyouka speaks up first, her knife already drawn, eyes narrowed.
“I already said we’re his friends,” Mikey’s arms are crossed, eyes narrowed.
“He’s never mentioned you before, what was your name? Marvin?” Yosano looks at her nails as if disinterested while she speaks.
“Chifuyu!” Hina brightens at the sight of Atsushi. She rushes over and crushes him in a hug. Her eyes are red and puffy, to be expected with the day it is, and she’s shaking slightly. Atsushi is quick to hug her back, running a hand softly through his partner’s hair.
“Hello, Hina-chan,” he greets with a soft smile, looking up to give everyone else in the room a soft smile.
“I told you,” Kazutora cuts in, arms crossed. “Hina-chan is Chifuyu’s queerplatonic partner and I’m his boyfriend, Hanemiya Kazutora. Mikey-kun, Mitsuya-kun and Hakkai-kun are his friends.”
“Atsushi-kun?” Fukuzawa asks for confirmation, hand dangerously close to the handle of his katana.
He nods. “Yes, sorry Fukuzawa-san. Tora and Hina-chan are my partners, the other three are my friends. I was supposed to be here earlier but we got caught up in a fight for the case, we’re heading out together.”
Fukuzawa moves his hand away from his katana as Yosano pockets her scalpel and Kyouka puts her knife away with a bow.
“I apologize,” she says sincerely before standing up straight.
“It’s alright!” Hina reassures with a smile, holding hands with Chifuyu. “But we really have to go, we have more friends to meet up with.”
“If I may ask what the occasion is?” Junichiro speaks up, head tilted. “You usually take today off every year so I’m just curious, feel free to ignore me though,” he rubs the back of his neck, eyes closed, a nervous smile on his face.
Chifuyu sighs, thinking back. It was the anniversary of Takemichi’s death, the day he sacrificed himself for Mikey and all of them. Many others were lost along the way, Draken, Kakucho, Baji, Kisaki, Izana, Emma, etc. So many friends were lost. Chifuyu was used to death before he got adopted and lived in Shibuya, but you never truly get used to it. Even after you watch many friends and acquaintances die, it’s not something that ever becomes normal. Not for them, not after how young they were.
Takemichi had been their hero. He would not rest until they could be happy, all of them, even Mikey and those he didn’t know that well. Now they were, in a sense. They were happier, the dark impulses were gone, dark Toman and Bonten never happened, but…
Their sun, their crybaby hero, was gone. And nothing could fill that hole, especially after all the other people they lost.
“We lost a very dear friend on this day ten years ago,” Mitsuyu speaks up, a tight lipped smile on his face. “We go and visit his and many of our other friends' graves on this day every year.”
Fukuzawa’s eyebrows upturn slightly. “I’m sorry for your loss. Atsushi-kun, Akutagawa-san will finish the paperwork, you can have the rest of the day off.”
Atsushi nods, squeezing Hina’s hand lightly. “Thank you, Fukuzawa-san.”
As they head out, Kazutora finds his other side, taking his free hand. Atsushi gives Ryuu an appreciative look as they pass him by to which he just nods. Mikey takes Hina’s spot once they exit that floor, wrapping his hand around Atsushi’s.
“Sorry for causing trouble, Fuyu,” he apologizes. “But it was kind of fun taunting your precious Dazai-san.”
Atsushi rolls his eyes fondly, squeezing his hand. “Of course it was, it’s Dazai-san,” he replies. “Sorry for being late, there was a pretty big fight.”
“Are you okay?” Hina-chan flits around him a bit, being mindful of Kazutora and Mikey, looking worried.
“All good. I had Rashomon and even if I got hurt, I heal quickly. Don’t worry, Hina-chan.”
She huffs. “I always worry, Fuyu.”
“It’s her job,” Hakkai speaks up. “Partners and sisters worry a lot,” he says with a knowing tone.
Chifuyu huffs softly, giving everyone a fond look. The day always hurt but at least he still had them and everyone who was left.
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The Final Timeline
“ At-su-shi-kun , why can’t you do my paperwork?” Dazai whines.
It’s been ten years since Atsushi has started working at the Armed Detective Agency and still to this day Dazai makes him do his paperwork. Well, make is a strong word. He always says yes to the older, he doesn’t mind it too much, especially after ten years of paperwork. Everyone knows he doesn’t truly mind, even if Kunikida always scolds him and Kyouka always rolls her eyes and helps him out.
“I told you, Dazai-san, I’m busy the rest of the day and tomorrow,” he replies, flitting around his desk as he looks for what he lost.
“Will you finally tell us what you’re doing today?” Yosano inquires, an eyebrow raised as she picks at her perfectly manicured nails.
“Oh!” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “My partner, er, not dating partner but partner in crime, Takemichi, he’s getting married!” He smiles triumphantly as he pulls his sash out of his desk. “He and Hina-chan are finally tying the knot! And since we’ve been going down memory lane I’ve been looking for my Toman uniform sash for some memories. Tomorrow’s the wedding so I can’t come to work and today I’ll be doing some things with Hina-chan and Yuzuha-chan to celebrate her last day being engaged!” He smiles proudly at the thoughts of his loved ones and how they’re getting married.
“I didn’t get an invitation,” Kyouka complains lightheartedly.
Atsushi rolls his eyes fondly. “We’re keeping it small. Neither of their parents will be there, it’s really just our little gang family,” he explains.
“It still blows my mind that our sweet Atsushi was in a gang,” Junichiro states with a smile.
“Well, to be fair, I wasn’t Atsushi then. I was Chifuyu.”
“You still are,” a new voice speaks up from the doorway.
Atsushi looks over and smiles fondly. “Late as always, Kei, Tora,” he greets, walking over to his loving boyfriends a quick kiss and a side hug.
“Is Akutagawa-kun going?” Kyouka asks curiously.
“Nah, it’s just our gang,” Keisuke waves the question off. “No one outside is invited. Takemichi-kun’s given a lot of his life to us and he wants us there when he’s married. Especially since it’s us . ”
“If he didn’t, you know Mikey would hunt him down,” Kazutora points out. “Takemichi spent so long making sure Mikey was happy, if he doesn’t get to see Hina-chan and him get married he will throw a fit that even Draken won’t be able to calm down.”
Atsushi shudders at the thought. “Thank you Draken-kun, doing god's work and calming down his amazingly insane and possessive boyfriend,” he does a fake silent prayer.
“You should get going,” Ranpo cuts in, sucking on a lollipop. “If you want to be on time, ya know.”
Keisuke brightens. “Right! Thanks Ranpo-san!” He winks and then the three of them are off.
Atsushi has no idea how he, Nakajima Atsushi, Matsuno Chifuyu, got to have two amazing families, but he’s glad he’s here. He has no idea how the other timelines turned out, even if he sees glimpses of them and randomly remembers random things, but he hopes they got the chance to be happy with the Agency and with Toman. Takemichi won’t tell him much, neither will Mikey, but he wants the other versions of himself to be okay.
The little kid in them who dreamed of finally having a family and truly escaping the torture of his orphanage deserved that at the very least.