●Another time-leaper●[various x malereader]

○chap 12○

⊙No one's POV⊙

One week has gone by. Draken was healing and [M/n] was sleeping. Takemichi was bragging and it was annoying.

[M/n] could see the difference in the treatment he received from the members of Toman. Before, he was only getting stares and short replies or greetings. Now, he got praises and conversation. He didn't feel anything special from it but he is still flustered. They treat him like he was a god. That was exaggeration, in his opinion.

The local middle school wannabe delinquents look up to him with sparkling eyes, and they whisper about him whenever he was around. It can be annoying but, as long as you practice the art of not-giving-a-f*ck, you're good to go.

Although [M/n] acts indifferent. Takemichi was another case. He was smug and cheeky at the compliments and not-so-true rumours thrown at him. Walking around as if he owns the street. He still can't decently dress up though. [M/n] just couldn't stand him.

The week's been uneventful. Sure, sometimes [M/n] would hang around with Draken or go out with Mikey, but it was just the normal eat outs. He also got a chance to get to know the Toman captains and vice-captains. That was a few days ago when the founding members and a few vice-captains was hanging out with Draken. [M/n] couldn't help but smile as he walk towards the hospital Draken resides in.

▪Flashback▪

[M/n] bought the handmade soup he make for Draken up the stairs to Draken's hospital room. He didn't know about the other visitors of course. So he got quite a shock when he sees the room, full of the strong and important members, chatting away.

He stood by the door awkwardly until Draken took notice of him and grinned. The other people in the room paused and followed Draken's gaze. Until their gazes fall on to [M/n], who was playing with the hem of his shirt, fiddling with it nervously, the pot under his other arm. The attention was too much.

"...Sorry.....am I disturbing?" [M/n] gave a small wobbly smile. The boys heart melted at that.

"No! Not at all. C'mere!" Baji gave [M/n] his trademark smirk. Making the said boy to switch his wobbly smile to a more gentler one.

[M/n] approach Baji, still holding the cloth wrapped pot of soup, closely to his chest, careful to not make a spill.

"Man....are you sure you're the same person who literally destroyed half of Moebius? You have a different vibe to you....not saying that I don't like it..." A boy with a blond hair and an undercut, exclaimed. Face flushing red.

[M/n] rubbed his neck at the exclamation. Suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Yeah....it happens sometimes..but! I'm the same person!" [M/n] gave his killer smile, the same one everybody loved. Which temporarily, blinded everybody, especially those who had never seen it before. RIP.

"Woah, woah, woah. Babe, slow it down a lil',have some mercy on us, look at Chifuyu, He's foaming from the mouth!" Baji brought [M/n] closer, when [M/n] took a seat next to him. Snaking an arm aound his waist.

"Ah. Hakkai's frozen." Mitsuya stated.

"Oi. Who told you, you could call [N/n] "Babe"?" Draken frown at the smirk Baji kept on his face. Clearly, he's pissed. And clearly, Baji is enjoying himself.

"Oh? I can't? Why not? [M/n] doesn't seem to be complaining." Baji retorts. Turning to [M/n]." If you don't mind me calling you that, then say so." Baji rests his chin on [M/n]'s shoulder. Somehow [M/n] ended up in front of Baji, or to be exact, his lap.