"Draken-kun's been stabbed!" Takemicchi responds desperately. The reaction is immediate; every nerve and cell in Mikey's body is completely frozen, and suddenly he finds himself unable to move or even breathe. His vision tunnels onto Draken's prone form on the ground, blood slowly seeping through the wet pavement. He can't hear or feel anything, until suddenly an arm hooks around his neck and his body automatically retaliates without him even realizing.

On autopilot, he elbows the offender behind him and grabs him roughly by the hair, before he's continuously assaulted on all sides by Moebius members. "Move! Let me through!" he demands, not bothering to hold back in his desperation. His eyes never leave Takemicchi's form kneeling over Draken, his body going through the motions even with him only vaguely aware of where he is.

He is suddenly caught by surprise when someone firmly grasps the back of his jinbei and tosses him a fair distance away. He catches himself and glances up to see Hanma smiling wildly at him. Mikey growls, his eyes going dark in anger as he gets up just as Hanma rushes towards him. His moves become increasingly sloppy as he's distracted, his mind still on Draken, and Hanma manages to pin him briefly onto the ground and punches him squarely in the jaw before he gets a foot up and throws him off.

Mikey manages to force Hanma to the ground at least twice but the other simply stands up again every time, that infuriating smirk on his face. "Takemicchi, I'm leaving Ken-chin to you!" the words feel like thorns coming up his throat and Mikey feels like he's just been stabbed himself. However, he clearly can't keep Hanma at bay with only half his attention on him, and Hanma evidently has no intention of letting him pass easily either.

A while later, after Hanma had absconded like a coward off the back of some newcomer's bike, Mitsuya stumbles over to where Mikey is still staring daggers at Hanma's retreating form. "Mikey," he calls out tiredly, and reaches over to shake their Commander's shoulder. Mikey turns a blank stare to Mitsuya, but before the Second Division Captain can open his mouth, Mikey's slipping away and leaping onto his bike, screeching off like lightning.

Mitsuya sighs and clenches his fist still hanging in the air where he'd been holding onto Mikey. He grit his teeth and turned to the others, shouting at them to hurry up and get going. His division and the other Captains nodded at each other as they made their own way to the nearest hospital.

Having successfully calmed the others, Mikey dropped heavily onto the couch in the waiting area. His eyes were unfocused, and his mind was falling into a never-ending abyss of emptiness. He wasn't sure if he was still breathing, his chest hurt and his lungs burned as if he wasn't getting enough oxygen.

Some time later there was a shuffle of commotion and as though underwater, he heard the muffled words; "the surgery was a success." There was a buzzing in his ears getting louder and louder, and suddenly the lights in the room were blinding, and he couldn't feel his fingers. He felt his body get up and walk off, making its way out the back of the building on autopilot.

He was outside in a dark corner furthest away from normal walkways before he realized it. Suddenly, all the fatigue from earlier rushed into him, and his back hit the wall, his legs losing strength as he slumped down onto the ground.

Mikey brought a hand up to rub at his eyes and felt wetness on them when he pulled his hand away. "Thank God," tears began to flow steadily down his face. "Ken-chin," he whimpered, breaths coming out quick and short. He doubled over, hugging his knees as his quick breaths turned into wheezing gasps.

Having initially averted his gaze out of respect, Takemichi's head snapped up as the sound of Mikey struggling to breathe scared him. He turned back around and saw Mikey grasping at the front of his jinbei desperately, hyperventilating. Takemicchi hastily dashed forward without thinking, "Mikey!"

The Omega didn't even seem to register his presence for a moment as Takemichi waved hesitant hands over his quivering form, unsure what to do. "Wa—wait here, I'll get uh—Mitsuya! I'll be right—" suddenly Mikey's hand shot out and gripped Takemichi's shirt. "Mikey?"

"No," Mikey whined, wild eyes suddenly snapping up to lock onto Takemichi's gaze. "Takemicchi," he sobbed, voice breaking, "don't leave me alone." He brought another hand up to cling onto the Beta's shirt in desperation, fear and vulnerability in his eyes.

Breath hitching and stunned, Takemichi could only stare with a gaping mouth for a few moments. He had never seen nor imagined Mikey could look like this. A foul, distressed scent was choking him and souring the air around them. Before Takemichi's brain could come up with an appropriate course of action, Mikey suddenly pulled him forwards by his grip on his clothes and burrowed into Takemicchi's chest.

Stunned, Takemichi glanced down to see Mikey curling himself inwards into Takemichi, hiccupping sobs and ragged breaths still piercing the silence around them. Takemichi's body instinctively wrapped around Mikey's, as if he couldn't bear to stand the sight of the Omega in such anguish, even before his brain had finished processing the situation.

While his brain decided to take the night off, Takemichi swallowed thickly and began rubbing Mikey's back consolingly. He had no control over his pheromones, and as a Beta he couldn't really channel specific emotions like Alphas and Omegas could to try and comfort him, so the best Takemichi could do was gently shush his cries and pat him softly.

It felt like an eternity later that Mitsuya suddenly appeared around the corner, looking confused then shocked as he realized what Takemichi had tucked into his chest, and run over immediately. Takemichi immediately tried to extricate himself from Mikey, but was halted when Mitsuya shook his head and said, "don't."

He glanced nervously between Mikey and Mitsuya, still not really sure what exactly their relationship was, but wary about coming between an Alpha and Omega who clearly had some type of bond; romantic or otherwise.

Mitsuya ran a gentle hand through Mikey's hair, crooning softly as a calming scent began to waft up and encompass all of them. It had a quick effect on Mikey; his breathing becoming less laboured and his head popping out from Takemicchi's front to turn slowly towards Mitsuya.

"Mikey," Mitsuya sighed, a deep furrow in his brow. He glanced down when Mikey stretched out a hand, and obligingly leaned in close to console and wrap around Mikey. This way, Mikey was completely surrounded on both sides by both Takemichi and Mitsuya.

His scent became less thick and his breathing started to even out. He grumbled minutely when Takemichi awkwardly stopped petting him, being self-conscious about doing so in front of Mitsuya, who only jerked his head to indicate Takemicchi should keep going. After awhile, Mikey began to look sleepy and tired, and he rubbed a cheek against Takemicchi's collarbone as his eyes began to flutter shut.

The other two boys continued consoling Mikey quietly, all the while Mitsuya was eyeing Takemicchi curiously. An intrigued spark was glinting in his eye as he watched the scrawny Beta stroke Mikey's sides carefully, as if afraid he would break. Or more likely, afraid that Mikey would suddenly think how insulting this was and knock him out. Mitsuya smiled, huffing a laugh silently at the thought.

Everyone at Takemichi: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Meanwhile Takemichi himself: ( ・◇・)？

This is the end of the Moebius arc, next and last chapter of this section will be puberty ;) ;)