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silly pink bandaids.
TYPE : ONE SHOT
RELATIONSHIP : MAKOTO SUZUKI AND TAKUYA YAMAMOTO
RATING : GENERAL AUDIENCE
TRIGGERS : NONE
"TAKUYAAA..." MAKOTO SUZUKI WHINED SLIGHTLY, FLINCHING AFTERWARDS. The other boy was busy trying to clean his busted up knuckles. They were in pretty bad condition. Red and raw and bloody. They hurt, too. Real bad. Everytime the other dabbed the damp cotton ball against the damaged skin, he felt his muscles tense and had to hold back from hissing in response.
"Sorry, sorry..." The blond glanced up at his friends face only briefly before he continued cleaning with the alcohol. "But.. you only have yourself to blame for this." He went on to mutter, gazing back down at what he was doing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know, Takuya. I know. Tell me something I don't know!"
"I don't have any guaze."
"Huh?"
Takuya had finished cleaning the wounds, now digging through his backpack, obviously searching for something. He didn't have anything to wrap his knuckles up with. No guaze. No bandages. Nothing. Which was a problem because he feared leaving Makoto's busted up knuckles exposed wouldn't be too good. They'd hurt worse everytime his hand bumped into something. Wait! At last, he dug out a smushed box of bandaids that he didn't even remember putting in there in the first place. He moved his backpack off his lap again, smiling to himself at the find. "Wait, I found something!"
Takuya pulled out a few bandaids only to realize they were all pink. Pink and flowery. He suddenly remembered where they had came from. Hina had given them to him to give to Takemichi, but he must have just stuck them in his bag and forgot about them. Just like he forgot to throw some real gauze in there, too. He tried keeping a little bit of first aid stuff on himself at all times because the life of a delinquent middle schooler can be a bruise and cut filled one. Especially when you suck at fighting.
"Mako... how do you feel about pink?"
That got the dark haired boy to quickly look over, brows furrowed at the sight of the girlie bandaids in his friends palm.
"You wanna put those on me? Hell no."
"It's all I have. Come on, please?"
"Ignoring the stupid color, those aren't gonna do shit! They probably won't even stick."
"We have to at least try."
"Uuuggghhhh... okay fiiine.."
Takuya smiled and took his friend by the wrist, resting Makoto's hand on his own knee afterwards. Makoto glanced down at his hand and its placement, thoughtlessly giving the fabric of the other boy's pants a light scratch with his thumb nail. Takuya felt the scratching immediately and simply nudged upwards with his leg to get the darker haired male to stop. Meanwhile, he was opening up the first bandaid. He peeled off the wrapper and the white paper bits before sticking it over Makoto's first two knuckles. Then he did the same for the last two. Takuya didn't stop there, though. He kept sticking several pink bandaids on until you couldn't see any of his busted, red knuckles. Makoto gave a disapproving look and lifted his hand.
"If I close my fist these will all fall off. You know that, right?"
"Then just don't close your fist."
"But..." Staring at his hand, his fingers twitched just a little, like he was about to make a fist. "I really want to."
"Makoto.."
Takuya's little whine and frown made him smirk like an idiot before laughing out loud, his head shaking quickly. He put his hand back down on his friends knee just for a moment.
"Nah, I'll just wait until you look away."
"Don't you dare."
"And what if I do, huh? Maybe I'll even pick them alllll off. One by one. Just get rid of them all. Bye stupid, useless bandaids."
It was fun teasing Takuya. If this was Yamagishi, he'd just joke along with him and maybe punch him in the arm. Akkun would just roll his eyes. Takuya was much more fun to mess with. He looked... almost pouty. Sad. It made Makoto laugh under his breath. The laughter only deepened the blond's frown. He glared at him lightly (Takuya could never be too harsh, could he?) before huffing and carefully grabbing his patched up hand.
"I'll just have to keep you from doing that, then."
"Oh yeah? How?"
Before Makoto could react, he felt fingers. Fingers between his own fingers. His body tensed immediately at the sudden sensation and it took him a solid moment to realize that Takuya was holding his hand, their palms pressing flat together. His initial instinct was to pull his hand away but he didn't. He just sat there and stared at their interlocked digits, finally at a loss for words. Which was enough to bring the other boy's smile back.
"As long as I don't let go, these bandaids will stay right where they are." He was right, too. His hand was being held rather tightly in that position. Makoto couldn't move it unless he pulled his entire hand back, which again he didn't do.
But why? Why didn't he pull his hand away? Sure, the grip was a little tight but he was at least somewhat stronger than Takuya, right? So, it would be easy to jerk his arm back. Why didn't he, then? Because it felt nice, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That Makoto liked it?
Well, he did! He wasn't used to having his hand held. It was an intimate and affectionate gesture that he had never really experienced before. It didn't matter that a boy was holding his hand. A hand hold was a hand hold and this made him realize just how... sweet it felt to have fingers tucked carefully between your own. Gahhhh! It didn't help that Takuya's hand was soft or warm, either. The skin of his palm felt gentle against his own. Just as gentle as the boy himself was. It felt like a huge contrast when compared to what he considered to be his own, dry palms.
Makoto's fingers twitched a little and he squeezed the hand that was interlocked with his own. A laugh snapped him out of his own thoughts and he looked up to see Takuya smiling joyfully with his eyes fluttered shut.
"What? Why are you laughing?" His big lips gave a childish pout.
"Your face! It's so red..." The other trailed off, laugh fading into nothing but a soft, amused giggle.
It was true, though! That whole time, the poor boy had been sitting there and blushing with this dazed, far off, and, quite frankly, dumb expression on his face. All because Takuya was holding his hand! Pointing that out only seemed to worsen it, Makoto's ears an even brighter red, now. It was just so funny to him. Makoto was supposed to be the "flirty" and "sexual" friend who had a bad habit of oversharing when it came to what he did in his free time. He could talk about porn all day if you let him. So, it tickled Takuya that Makoto was so hot in the face because of this. Thinking about it made him laugh again.
"H-Hey! Shut up! Stop laughing!"
Makoto pointed at him with his free hand, brows furrowed but face not getting any less flushed. Takuya didn't exactly stop like he was told to.
"It's okay! If you like holding my hand so much, I'll make sure to do it again, okay?"
"That's not it at all!"
"Are you sure?"
No. Makoto was definitely not sure. It felt nice so of course he wouldn't be opposed to it happening again. Still, he wasn't about to say that out loud. He'd embarrassed himself enough already. He just huffed and turned to look away from Takuya, pouting and slouching his shoulders.
"Here, I'll even kiss your knuckles better, if you'd like." The blond would utter softly as a joke, pretending to lift Makoto's hand towards his mouth. He only stopped when the other boy spoke up in a rushed breath, stumbling over his words.
"Huh?! No no no! Don't you dare!"
"Okay, okay. I won't. This time, at least."
Takuya was too nice to tease Makoto anymore. He'd already flustered him this much, so he felt as if it would be a little mean to push it anymore. This was good enough for him, anyways! It was so funny seeing his friend all red in the face and he smiled to himself at the thought, glancing down at their hands once again. It was nice to him, too. This. Their hand holding. Takuya squeezed Makoto's carefully, keeping his touch light so he would not cause his bandaged knuckles any unnecessary pain. He then let their hands rest against his knee and his gaze flickered over towards his friend, who was still gazing away from him. Takuya smiled to himself before his head dropped down against the other boy's shoulder.
"These bandaids are so stupid..." Makoto spoke up, his tone playfully grumpy as he bit back a smile of his own at the added weight to his shoulder. "At least have red ones next time."
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my beautiful neglected boy
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Atsushi: I’m ambidextrous.
Makoto and Takuya: That’s what’s up, bro! Love who you love!
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POV: You took a picture of them.
Picture edited by me.
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Makoto: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave and her name was Mozzarella.
Atsushi: Don’t ever talk to me again.
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makoto to takemichi: I slipped a porn mag under your bed ;)
hina: 👁️👄👁️
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I swear these two have huge dumbass energy I love it 🤣🤣🤣
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I just know everyone's going to forget about it and some poor (or lucky depending what they're into) nurse is going to find it later.
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I WOULD FIGHT AND DIE FOR THEM
AND NO I'M OK JUST THESE LITTLE DORKS IN MY EYES
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Takemitchi's first thoughts upon seeing his friends actually had quite the impact now that I'm reading it again.
Teenage boys talking so much about fapping that your first thought upon seeing them in 12 years is regarding the frequency of them doing it, isn't that shocking. What's intresting is we learnt much more about mizo mid crew and saw them grow in s1 of the anime itself.
Akkun is indeed the leader type, he's someone you can look upto, someone who'll never abandon his friends. Even in the manga currently he's one of those people who completely trust takemitchi. Akkun is a leader but he never plays idol, he knows he has weakness and is not afraid to show his vulnerability to his friends, be it now or in the future.
Takuya has a nice cozy spot in my heart even though he doesn't make that much of an appearance. He fits the role of the understanding childhood friend pretty well too. He's empathetic and encourages one to follow what they believe in. Understanding takemitchi's worries without them being voiced out loud. He's the sweet mitigator type.
The "dumbass" Yamagishi might not be be an academically knowledgeable genius but he's the delinquent encyclopaedia and thanks to him we have takemitchi understanding his situation, many a times. I can only fathom takemitchi going around in circles gathering information and making the manga ≈50 chapters longer if it wasn't for Yamagishi.
Makoto is the pervert. That's pretty much it and was and will be. /j. He's that friend you normally don't expect anything good from but once you see them by your side you're atleast happy they're there. Honestly, in the beginning of the manga he was totally the type to run away with his tail in between legs but now he has gotten kind of thick skulled, in a good way.
From being a group of wannabe delinquents to genuinely relishing their youth and fighting along side friends they want to help, mizo mid crew had their fair share of development.
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Takuya: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?
Akkun: Maybe a little tipsy.
Takemichi: Drunk.
Makoto: Wasted.
Yamagishi: Dead.
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