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As much as it physically pained him, Makishima was in love with Jinpachi. It just kind of happened to him and ruined his entire life, but there was no point in crying over spilled milk – Toudou was simply going to have to take responsibility and pay for that.
This surprise, however, seducing Jinpachi was harder than it initially seemed. Not that Yuusuke had any experience in seduction, but Toudou was always acting like he wanted to be surgically attached to him, so why couldn’t he take goddamn hint?
Makishima’s first strategy was to try actually being nice to the guy, expecting him to immediately fall into his arms, preferably naked. The next time Jinpachi called, he took a deep breath and forced his voice to sound less pins-and-needles and more warm-honey.
“I’m happy you called, Jinpachi,” he said.
The call was immediately terminated and, before he could even go through all the possible reasons in his head, the police barged into his house, claiming he was held hostage by an ax murderer. Toudou was a complete idiot and Yuusuke hated his life.
Next, he tried compliments – subtle enough not to be tacky, but direct enough to get the message across. Makishima asked Jinpachi to accompany him during shopping for a new biking gear and, predictably, he was thrilled to join.
“This looks good on you,” said Yuusuke as soon as he had the chance, cringing inwardly at his own awkwardness.
Toudou looked at him suspiciously with narrowed eyes. “Are you making fun of me, Maki-chan?”
“No! It really looks good. Brings out your eyes.”
Jinpachi stared at him for a while then, apparently assessing the sincerity of Makishima’s words, and finally smirked smugly, resting one hand on his hip and using the other to flip his hair.
“Of course, Maki-chan! Everything looks good on me! It’s so good to know you finally saw the light!”
He proceeded to laugh boisterously and Yuusuke found himself a wall to thump his head against. He really hated his life.
Undeterred by the initial difficulties, Makishima decided to be a little more… forward in his wooing, and try a innuendo. They were just planning their next race, when Toudou mercilessly fell right into Yuusuke’s trap.
“I want to ride with you as soon as possible, Maki-chan!” he whined.
“Only with me?” asked Yuusuke, dropping his voice and thanking all gods in existence that no one could see how red his face was.
“Huh? Well, I guess if you want to bring Glasses-kun with you, then that’s okay. I don’t blame you for wanting him to train with the best, haha! But I he can’t interfere in our race, remember that, Maki-chan!”
Makishima sighed and ended the call. Before he calmed down and the the overwhelming feeling of humiliation lessened to a bearable level, even Jinpachi, relentless as he was, gave up on calling. Yusuuke pointedly ignored all of his confused, apologetic texts, too busy hating his life.
As the last resort, he decided to make Toudou jealous. he texted him, cancelling their race due to, obviously imaginary, unexpected date he had on that day. Unsurprisingly, Jinpachi called 0.2 seconds later – crying.
“How can you, Maki-chan! That’s just too cruel! I can’t believe you! That’s not how you treat your lifelong rivals! You are not allowed to have dates!”
Makishima smirked. “Why is that?”
“Because, Maki-chan! Not on the day of our race! Not ever! Do you want to know how many of my fans I had to let down for you?! That’s just unfair! And don’t even try to tell me she’d be nearly as beautiful as me, so that’s no excuse! Cancel it right now, or it counts as my win!”
“Fine,” seethed Yuusuke, fuming, and ended the call.
He threw the phone on the bed and covered his head with a pillow not to hear the following message alerts. Oh, how he hated his life…
On the day of their race, Makishima was resigned and depressed, the hopelessness of his situation having crushed his entire motivation to ride. Toudou obviously noticed immediately and sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes.
“Listen, Maki-chan. I know you’re bummed out about that date, but I’m not gonna apologize for that. There are rules, Maki-chan, a code. But, know this – my generosity can only be matched by my beauty, so let’s set a little bet to boost your morale. The winner of today’s race can ask for anything they want. Okay? Now let’s race, Maki-chan! I’ve been waiting so longfor this!”
There was his last, final chance to win Jinpachi over! That tiny spark of hope was enough to motivate him to give the race his all but, like many times before, he lost – barely, a fracture of a second, but a loss nonetheless. What would he ask for, anyway? It wasn’t like he could force Toudou to like him back.
“What were you going to ask for,” panted Jinpachi, grinning.
“It’s your win.”
“Well, and I want to know what you’d ask for! An all-round perfect guy like me doesn’t have many needs, haha!”
Yuusuke gritted his teeth. Toudou’s words sounded like rejection; all Makishima heard was, “There’s nothing I want from you.” It made him so, so angry, and anger always compelled him to be honest – vent, clean his system, get rid of the torn.
“I’d ask for a date.”
Jinpachi blinked as he smile fell. “Maki-chan… Are you really that mad at me for ruining your date? I’m sorry… I didn’t know it meant so much to you… I wish I could give it back to you…”
Yuusuke had to sit down and put his head between his knees to stop himself from screaming in sheer frustration. How could Toudou be so absolutely clueless and stubbornly oblivious?! It took all of Makishima’s strength to just shrug, instead of punching Jinpachi in that smug, perfect face of his.
“Whatever,” he muttered, raising to his feet. “I’m going home.”
“Wait, Maki-chan!”
“Leave me alone,” he mumbled as he got on his bike, his legs shaking slightly.
“Maki-chan, what’s going on?! You’re not a sore loser, talk to me! I’ll have you know that I’m not only stunningly good-looking but I’m an exceptional listener!”
“I hate my life,” he said to himself and pushed the pedal.
Riding down the hill, even while being sore and exhausted, was the easy part – ignoring Toudou’s whiny questions as he followed Yuusuke was a torture. He finally stopped at the foot of the hill, throwing his bike to the ground and charging on Jinpachi. Toudou’s eyes widened in shock as Makishima grabbed his collar and brought their faces impossible close.
“Maki-chan, please, not my face, my fans will be devastated,” he stammered.
Yuusuke rolled his eyes and unceremoniously pressed their lips together in the possibly world’s worst, shortest but somehow still messiest kiss. “Do you get it now, you idiot?!”
Jinpachi’s face was red as the highlights in Makishima’s hair, but if the heat Yuusuke felt in his own cheeks was anything to go by, they were ever redder than that. He was about to give in to the mortification of his action and run away when Toudou burst into tears. Makishima startled and recoiled, lifting his hands in a placating gesture as Jinpachi wailed like a dying animal.
“S-stop crying, I’m- I’m sorry, Jinpachi! Why are you crying?!”
“Be-because I- I’m s-so ha-ha-happ-py,” sobbed out Toudou, hiccupping and wiping his face with his sleeve. “Maki-chan was a-cting so w-weird lately! I thought y-you hated meeeeeee! You e-even got a d-d-d-daaaaate!”
Yuusuke gaped as Toudou’s overdramatic crying renewed with double intensity. He had virtually no idea what was happening, what was going through Jinpachi’s head - he wasn’t even sure what he himself felt at that moment. He just wanted Toudou to shut up for a second so he could think!
“There wasn’t any date,” he snapped, hoping it would calm Jinpachi.
The crying ceased as suddenly as it started and soon Toudou was looking at him with wide, bright eyes. “There wasn’t?”
“No, I made it up to make you jealous.”
Jinpachi’s lower lip trembled slightly like he was going to start crying again, but his mouth formed a self-satisfied smirk and he scoffed smugly, flipping his hair.
“Huh! I knew it! I wasn’t worried at all! There’s no way you’d find someone more breathtakingly beautiful than me, and I know you are a man of great taste! I’ve seen your wardrobe! Hahaha!”
Yuusuke’s jaw dropped in confusion as Toudou continued to laugh unrestrainedly, looking absolutely ridiculous with his face still wet with tears. It shocked Makishima to discover that he didn’t consider it gross, or even remotely unattractive. If anything, it made him want to kiss that stupid face dry which, in turn, kind of terrified him. When Jinpachi finally stopped laughing and looked at him with a wide, disgustingly happy smile, Makishima Yuusuke came to a certain conclusion.
He really hated his life.