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All it took was a compliment - as offhanded as it could be coming from one Hibari Kyoya - for Takeshi to fall for him.
It was the peak of Summer, air sweltering hot and humid. Takeshi had opted to stay in during the weekends and helped his dad in his restaurant as a mean to mooch off the AC. He had put on his second favorite lipstick with the shade of falling maple because all he wished for was the autumn weather.
Sure, summer is nice and all, especially if you want to play baseball, but Takeshi would probably kill someone to turn down the thermostat by a few degrees. As much fun as sweating from sports is, the stickiness is something he would never love.
So yes, Takeshi decided to take a break from practice – and he had a valid reason to! Their baseball season just ended! Give the poor boy a break! – to help his dad out. As if his dad needed any help anyway.
And then came in the skylark of Namimori, murderous as always, into their humble restaurant.
Takeshi was slumped against the bar, slow weekday business lulling him slowly into a cat nap that never came because he instantly jolted upright upon the sharp gaze from the prefect. It pierced at him, at his being, and at his lips.
The prefect, the stickler of rules, saw him wearing lipsticks.
Takeshi winced at the possible punishment Kyoya would soon decide, and the pain that would come. His dad won’t help - the Asian parent he is would just double Takeshi’s training. (Though, Takeshi wondered if Tsuyoshi would defend him instead if he knew Kyoya was punishing him for using makeup. The man approved his makeup usage after all.)
However, Kyoya did not so much as say anything to him even as Takeshi shakily greeted him. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, made an approving sound, and turned to Tsuyoshi for an order of sushi.
Takeshi was so confused.
He was so bewildered by the reaction - or, the lack thereof - and could only stare wordlessly as Kyoya took a sit while waiting for his order.
“The bright shade suits you.”
Kyoya said with a particularly handsome smirk.
Takeshi does not remember what happened next. Takeshi only knew he had combusted.
Liking Tsuna wasn’t in Takeshi’s book of things to do either, especially not when he already liked Kyoya.
But his brain decided to like the clumsy yet warm and fluffy boy anyway.
It didn’t come suddenly like with Kyoya. Rather, the fondness grew over time as they had hung out, played, studied, and practically stuck to each other like magnets. The realization set in when Takeshi suddenly felt the urge to kiss Tsuna while they – along with Hayato – were lying on Tsuna’s warm living room, staring at nothing in particular.
The urge came so suddenly that Takeshi let out a loud yelped and covered his face out of reflex.
Hayato and Tsuna jolted at his movements and looked at him with strange eyes. Or, well, Hayato was looking at him like he had gone crazy (which wasn’t far from truth) while Tsuna gave him that concerned, puppy look.
“Are you okay, Yamamoto?” The fluffy boy asked, inching closer to pull at his sleeves.
Takeshi was pretty sure he had combusted again. He was thankful that he had the mind to do his makeup paler today so he was sure he wasn’t too red. Hopefully.
“Y-yea!” He winced at how his voice cracked. “I’m good! Just, I…” His eyes flitted everywhere but on Tsuna after pulling his hands away from them as he tried to think of an excuse.
“I-I just remembered that I forgot to take in my laundry!”
“Oh!” Tsuna’s eyes widened, paled a little. It was dramatic, his reaction over forgotten laundry but Takeshi remembered that a Reborn exists. Reborn probably had given Tsuna ‘lessons’ on forgotten laundry. It wouldn’t be too farfetched given how it was, well, Reborn that he was talking about.
“T-then you better get it now! It looks like it’s going to rain!” Tsuna tugged at Takeshi’s arms frantically, hands warm against his skin. The tiny bird in Takeshi’s mind was chirping that it wanted to melt into Tsuna’s hands. The tiny bird needed to shut the hell up.
Takeshi was reluctant to leave though, so he waved him off, saying that he’d text his dad as he went to the restroom.
In the safe confine of the toilet, Takeshi allowed himself to combust fully. Quiet strangled noises were choked out from his throat as he crouched down, face buried between his arms.
First Kyoya, then Tsuna? What would his dear Mama think of him!
Having a crush was not easy. Having two crushes was a disaster.
First, he had no idea if they would be Gucci with the idea of him loving both of them.
Second, he had no idea if they would be Gucci if he were to date both of them (he has two hands, after all).
And third and most important point of all, do they even like him back romantically?
The third should be the first thing he should consider, but with study, baseball practice and Reborn’s shenanigans, he had no sufficient time to think about it. He was constantly on the run daily that by the time he had some time to himself, he was dead tired. Or he had more important things to consider.
At least he managed to figure out which lipstick the two of them liked on him, though.
Kyoya liked bright shades on him like peach, pink, or apricot, basically any bright colors. His favorite regardless of shades, however, were the purple range. They seemed to bring out a glint of interest in his eyes, gaze lingering moments longer on Takeshi’s lips and burning Takeshi’s cheeks.
Tsuna, on the other hand, seems to favor the darker ones. The darker, the more flustered he would get and the more obvious he would stare. One time when he saw Takeshi putting on a mahogany matte lipstick, Tsuna’s mouth was gaping unconsciously.
So in a way, he knew that they liked the lipsticks on him. (Which was also a reason why he had been putting them on more frequently). But do they really like him as a person?
Takeshi has no fucking clue.
Still, it did not stop him from continue liking them, nor did the doubt stop him from trying to appear as delectable as possible to the both of them.
He was still trying to find a common ground between the both of them. Lipstick color preferences aside, they seemed to like seeing him in white. It was strange, but it was a good thing because Takeshi loves wearing the color white.
Although he said that he liked wearing white, and he liked the fact that Tsuna and Kyoya liked seeing him in white, he did not expect to be wearing this piece of clothing that is commonly in white. Well, at least nowhere in the near foreseeable future. (Dream him had the privilege to enjoy their possible reactions in various colors of it on him though).
The make-up Haru did on him was light, comfortable. It was similar to what he would occasionally wear, but different in which it made him look pure.
“You look like an angel.” Reborn jested as he leaned against the door of the dressing room, teasing and knowing smile making Takeshi blush. “I wonder how much damage would they cause today~”
Takeshi groaned. “Or maybe none!” Because, for the 5 years he spent quietly liking the both of them, neither showed any indication of knowing nor attempted to acknowledge it. He felt slightly bitter and a little annoyed at that. He was pretty sure that he was very obvious about it. It only took 1 year for Hayato to realize, so how come even the smart head prefect of Namimori High did not realize?
It just did not make any sense.
Takeshi took a look at himself again at the mirror of the dressing room, lights illuminating his sun kissed skin. He felt a little pale, a little off. It took a second for him to realize that it was his lips. The color Haru chose for him was fine, but it was a little too pale for his mood today.
He was nervous and basically running on adrenaline. The pale did not suit him at all today, not especially when the rest of him was pale - white dress and white roses. The only thing darker on him was the black veil, but the pale face underneath would just make it look like he was a ghost.
He picked up his bag and took out the small makeup pouch he’d carry around with him. It took a few minutes of pondering to settle on one color that felt right for him.
It was a red lipstick. Common, one would say. A basic one that could never go wrong.
It was his mom’s favorite.
Putting it on was easy, practiced swipes and puckered lips. Takeshi had done it millions of times that he could do it with eyes closed. When he looked at himself in the mirror again, lips red and shimmering in the light, he smiled. For a short moment, he saw his mom’s shadow and her proud smile.
The nerves slowly died down, and he was grinning brightly at his reflection.
“Hahi! Yamamoto-san?! What did you do to your make-up?” He looked to the side and saw Haru’s shocked expression. The grin he gave her was a little sheepish yet proud.
“Making your make-up look a lot more like me.”
The wedding ended, and somehow Takeshi ended up with two rings on his ring finger, and both of his hands grabbed by his grooms.
Tsuna and Kyoya.
While Takeshi had no doubt that they’d won a fight amongst all of them given that they’re the strongest, but Takeshi didn’t think that they’d put that much effort for him.
Now that they were alone, the nerves that settled through the chaos came back.
He felt his face and ears flushing hot, toes curling in his low heels.
Tsuna, in his slightly bruised state from what Kyoya and his dad put him through, squeezed his clammy hand gently. He probably realized how nervous Takeshi was feeling.
“Are you okay, Yamamoto-kun?”
Takeshi smiled, nodding. (He did not miss how Tsuna’s gaze slipped down and stared at his lips). “Yea! It’s just,” He paused, trying to find a word. “I didn’t think I’d end up with two grooms.”
He laughed shakily to himself.
Kyoya who had been silently staring at him the whole time raised an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”
Takeshi stared at him blankly.
“Although I’d like to have you all for myself, I supposed I can share you with the small animal.” Kyoya’s lips pulled into a smirk that looked so sexy Takeshi was sure he was going to combust.
“After all, you shine brighter when both of your hands are full.” He purred.
Tsuna nodded. He was shyer than Kyoya, but his sincerity was no less than him. He solemnly looked at Takeshi and gripped his hand tighter. “Yes. Yamamoto-kun, if you allow us, we would like to take care of you for as long as you permit us to.”
Takeshi was so shocked that a confused noise slipped out from his throat.
Kyoya chuckled. “You think we wouldn’t notice the heat in your eyes when you look at us?”
Takeshi blue screened. Then he flushed harder. So they did notice his crush on them!
“And you guys decided not to say anything to me…?”
Tsuna rubbed the back of his palm soothingly and smiling apologetically. “Well, we were both fighting each other for you behind your back for a while… It was also because we think that you weren’t ready yet seeing how you never said anything as well.”
“You guys were fighting for me???”
Kyoya grabbed his chin gently and pulled him closer, the annoyingly sexy smirk still on his face. “Constantly. We decided to share you in the end because well, we found each other interesting as well. So? What do you say? Do you want us both?”
Tsuna, not willing to fall behind, leaned towards him from his other side too. He had a hand behind Takeshi and face leaned against his shoulder, basically caging him towards Kyoya.
“Will you let us?”
Takeshi didn’t know what he did or how the day ended, but long story short, he now has two boyfriends.
Whom both would not let him go.