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Takemichi, to put it in simple words, is hot.

All of Toman knows this and have trained to act normal around him in order to maintain world peace. They have scoured mountains high and low, crossed countless oceans and faced off against gigantic beasts most humans have never even heard of, just to be brought to their knees because of a skirt, a fucking skirt.

It all started one fine regular day, the captains of Toman were gathering today for a meeting. It was a simple affair, discussing the different areas under Toman and how they were doing. These types of meetings often had the people attending dressed in casuals, the usual black uniform hanging out to dry in the sun after god knows how long it had been worn for.

There was still ten minutes left until the meeting began, but there still wasn’t a sign of the blonde teenager coming. Normally he would be here the earliest, talking about how kids these days seriously don’t know the value of time.

Chifuyu sighs heavily, not being the only one to notice his captain's absence. A lot of people, scratch that, everyone has noticed. The usual chatter that fills the air is gone, replaced by a tense silence, only one thought on everyone’s minds, Where the hell is Takemichi?

Time passes by agonizingly slowly, less than a minute before its time for the meeting and finally they can hear the sound of shoes hitting the floor a mile a minute. Mikey is holding in barely restrained annoyance, eyes dark and a tight smile on his face.

Takemichi comes bursting in through the door, a shout of “Safe!” leaving his lips. He rests his hands against his knees, breathing heavily and looks around at the dropped jaws of his friends and immediately his cheeks explode into pink.

Just as Mikey is about to threaten Takemichi to never do that again or else, his breath catches in his throat, because what in the hell got into Takemichi for him to dress like that.

He brings his hands to his chest, feeling unnaturally exposed in the pink dress. Because it was made for someone with a chest, the dress was loose there for Takemichi and sagged, showing off delicious skin. It should’ve looked funny, but any sane (or insane) person who looked at him could only describe him as erotic, lewd, a literal succubus incarnate if you will. His hair was back to being black, showing off his pretty blue eyes. They were tearing up slightly and only made him look even more tempting.

And oh my god he was wearing garter belts.

HE WAS WEARING GARTER BELTS!!

They were the same shade as his dress, and only served to make him look even more submissive and breedable.

In a shy manner, his hands went towards the bottom of his dress and tried to tug them, although it did more damage than good considering you could literally hear the control of several teenage boys snap at once.

If Mikey had been a lesser man he would have immediately jumped Takemichi, too bad he was. Thankfully Draken still had enough thinking power left in order to hold back the commander. As much as he wanted to do the same, he had to hold himself back for Takemichi’s sake.

Baji was biting so hard at his rubber band that it snapped and hit him in the face. That seemed to clear his mind a bit as he stared at the horndogs around him, a hand on his cheek that was steadily becoming red.

Kazutora was lying on the floor, barely alive after receiving a punch capable of sending a man to heaven because Hakkai caught him in his ‘I am going to jump takemichi’ stance. Don’t even ask how he knows about it, Hakkai would rather not answer.

“Stay the night?” Yuuji asked him, finally breaking the underlying tension that had been brewing since they’d laid eyes on each other. His face had a tentative hope to it.

“I— sorry?” Yuuta could only stare dumbly at Yuuji’s hand that had grabbed his sleeve. His nails were painted pink today. “Did I hear you wrong, Yuuji?”

And that was the wrong thing to say as Yuuji’s expression crumpled so fast Yuuta would’ve thought he’d have hallucinated the whole thing if it wasn’t for him still holding onto his shirt.

“Never mind,” Yuuji deflected, pulling away his hand as if it burned. “I was just being dumb like usual…”

Yuuta was still processing this one frame per sometimes, but even then his mind knew that he couldn’t let this opportunity go. Months of pining after this angel incarnate silently only to fumble right as his opportunity came to him all wrapped up in a slutty tank top and short-shorts?

Not if he had anything to say about it.

“Yuuji, no, wait,” Yuuta grabbed his wrist, stopping him from taking it back. His other hand found his way to cover his face, a blush steadily making him burn hot. “I’m just so happy that I’m acting like an idiot, just give me a minute, angel.”

“A-angel?” Yuuji squeaked, sporting a matching blush on his cheeks.

“Yes,” Yuuta whispered, his mind finally catching up to the situation at hand. “Because wanting to worship you comes so easily.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Yuuta laughed awkwardly. “You make it very difficult to not fall in love with you, at least a little.”

“Oh,” Yuuji gasped, before smiling that blinding smile of his. “That’s good! Because I like you too!” He jumped into a smothering hug with that declaration, and Yuuta could die as a happy man being suffocated by him.