A/N- This story is already posted on my ao3 account under listen_to_your_senpai, but I never got around to posting it here. Anyway, the next chapter should be up within the next two days since it's already been a while since I posted this on that site. Enjoy my fellow face lovers~

Another day starts. Another pointless dreary day. I'm already wishing to curl up under my covers before I even leave my room. I glance around the darkened room with a lazy glare. At 6:00 AM I am not the most sociable person. This won't stop me, though. I've been on my own for 8 months now. That jackass kicked me to the curb with a small 5 year old to take care of after a fight. Of course we had been together since sophomore year in high school and that's why my parents kicked me out. They couldn't stand me being gay. After we turned twenty, we adopted Alfred. He was such a cute todler, and growing so quickly. A ghost of a smile crosses over my face as I think about him, asleep tucked into his bed. Right, this is for him after all so I can do this with a pleasant smile. I get ready for work quickly, Alfred wouldn't want to leave my side today, as always, but being that it's Friday I'll be able to devote as much time to him as he wants this weekend. Being a single parent is hard especially when his lousy father wants nothing to do with him. Well, of course I'm referring to his other father. He, in fact, calls me-"Daddy?" a childish yawn can be heard from behind me and I wear a warm smile. Yep, that's it. I turn to look at Alfred to see him rubbing his eyes, tears pricking the corners. This isn't a rare occurrence, unfortunately. In fact this happened almost daily. "What is it love?" the same question as always as if I don't know that he misses him. Misses his other father. He was fine for the first week or so, thinking it was only temporary, but now he realized his father won't be coming back. He isn't old enough to understand but I've noticed it has cut into his sleep. The poor boy is developing bags under his eyes. Truly a pitiful sight. But I can't worry about that now. If I do I won't be able to focus at work and I can't afford to lose this job. We are so much better off than I could have hoped for, the only issue is the hours. I shake these thoughts from my head as Alfred looks at the ground and I realize he never answered me. I sigh and lift him up ,cradling his small frame and rocking him gently. "Lets go, you have to get ready quickly today" I say as I whisk the boy off to his room. He nods slowly as I help him change clothes, brush his hair and teeth, and get him out the door of our two bedroom apartment. I hold his hand as I pull him along on the way to a door directly across from ours. I tap on the door quickly to see it opened by a short raven haired boy with an emotionless expression. Alfred smiles upon seeing the boy and giggles. "Kiku!" he says to the boy who couldn't be any older than 12 or 13. "Konnichiwa, Alfred-kun" Kiku says with a small smile. Kiku looks up at me before continuing to speak. "Onii-chan is in the kitchen making breakfast" I nod in response as Kiku steps out of the way to let me in. I cross through the apartment on my way to the kitchen while Alfred runs off to play with Kiku's other siblings.

"Good morning, Yao" I say with a smile upon entering the room.

Yao turns to look at me with a glare.

"Has Alfred been getting enough sleep, aru?" He questions and narrows his eyes

I sigh and stare at the ground.

"No, the poor lad is still sleep deprived" I mumble. i don't look up to see Yao's expression, but I can tell he's as concerned as I am. Yao has known Alfred ever since he was born. In fact, he was the one who helped me convince his father to adopt him. Yao shakes his head and sighs.

"I'll see if I can get him to nap today, but he really is an energetic child." he says. I smile again and thank him. But he's already rushing me out the door claiming I would be late if I didn't hurry. With a quick good bye to alfred, I'm out of the building and on my way to work.

I arrive at about 7 and walk into the large building and head straight inside. I'm a waiter at a very popular and very expensive restaurant. Most people would assume that I wouldn't make that much money here, however the customers tip well and my hourly pay is much better than that of an average waiter. I tie on my apron as I begin preparing tables since this resteraunt is busy from 8 am to 10 pm 7 days a week, I'm able to get as many hours as I want. And of course this means I work a lot, but I can't say it's not a pleasant job. From across the dining hall I can already see Elizaveta getting ready to start working, and near the back entrance I see Rodrich entering as well. The two Italian twins are already in the kitchen, and Antonio is antagonizing the older of the two. I shake my head and sigh.

Once customers arrive I take orders and bring them to the kitchen.

"I have an idea thay may just be crazy enough to work! Get your god damn lazy ass out there and take those assholes' orders, you dumb bastard!" Lovino hisses in a sarcastic and bitter tone.

"Fratello, be nice!" Feliciano whines.

But Antonio just smiles and laughs, pinching Lovino's cheek.

"Lovi, you're so cute when you're angry" he says as he walks out of the kitchen and leaves a seething Italian behind him. I roll my eyes and give them the orders I had received and bring out a tray of beverages to be given to my tables. This would be considered a normal day for me, not that I can really complain. This job could be pretty entertaining. My hours fly by, and my shift is almost over after almost thirteen hours when I sit down near the kitchen for a short break. Elizaveta walks over to me with a smile and leans against the wall next to me.

"Go on home, Arthur. you need a break" I smile at Elizaveta and nod.

"I'll see you Monday" I say with a wave as I exit the building.

Before heading home I stop by a bookstore searching for a new book to read along with finding a comic book to read with Alfred on my spare time. I walk down an aisle dedicated to fantasy novels and I scan the shelves for a good book before bumping into someone in my distracted state.

"So sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" I quickly spill out before looking at the man I ran into. For some reason he stares back at me with a look of surprise and his eyes are widened.

"Arthur?" He asks and it hits me. I couldn't have forgotten that voice.

"Francis? What are you doing here, you moved out of the state years ago!" I say with a bitter tone. It had been 7 years to be exact. He moved at the end of our freshman year in high school. The blond male's face lights up with a brilliant smile.

"I moved back about a couple months ago" he says happily. I roll my eyes.

"Good to know. Now if you'll excuse me-" I say, whirling around and steping in the opposite direction. The man repulses me. Ever since he left he has.

"Arthur, wait!" He grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I glare back and tug my wrist away, my effort is fruitless as he just holds on tighter.

"What do you want, frog" I demand

"I heard about your seperation" Francis's face has a look of pity on it. Great, the last thing I wanted was for that bloody twat to pity me.

"Yeah, so?" I sneer

"You made it perfectly clear that you never wanted us to last anyways!"

"Mon cheri, I never wanted you to" Francis shakes his head and sighs.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means he was never good for you. You could have done better"

"Could I have? With who, you? You left!" I cross my arms and narrow my eyes.

I can see the look on Francis's face. I hurt him with that. God knows why. I roll my eyes and walk away muttering "I have to go" the wish of buying a new book long forgotten. I couldn't blame the man for moving. His family chose to. But the man had tried countless times to get me to dump my boyfriend for him. And that last time I was foolish enough to actually think I might have been happier with him. But the next day he had told me he was moving. Not in a couple months, but the next day they were leaving. He had known that entire time and hadn't told me till the last minute. And of course I still haven't forgiven him. We lost contact after that so I never thought I would have to, anyways.

Once I leave the bookstore I head straight home and go to Yao's apartment. He wasn't too much older than me, but he had his younger siblings to take care of. Since we had known each other for so long, he babysits Alfred for me during the day while he works from home.

When I walk inside Alfred runs straight for me and hugs me tightly.

"You were late" he says with a pout. I give him an apologetic smile and ruffle his hair.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. This weekend i won't be working, so I'll take you to the park tomorrow" I say softly. Alfred beams and jumps up, cheering happily.

I take the boy back to our own apartment and use the rest of my night to spend time with him, forgetting about the less pleasant encounter I had dealt with.