Author's Note: I mostly do fluff with as little angst as possible. I'm glad that the SeiMako pairing has a fledgeling fandom.
Mikoshiba Seijuurou found himself standing outside a fancy hotel, waiting for his father's marriage partner. Mikoshiba Shin, a widower and an office worker for an IT company, found his second chance at love with his coworker, Tachibana Tsukasa, who was, by some strange twist of fate, also a widow (according to her side of the story).
Seijuurou was relished with stories of the kind woman with the warmest smile his father has ever seen, and how she always went through the trouble of bringing bento for him at work. She was an agreeable partner, his father told him. And he met her son already, who he swore, was just as kind and gentle as his mother, if not a little bit shy.
There was no doubt in Seijuurou's mind that his father was intent on marrying this Tachibana woman. And Seijuurou had to admit that it was getting hard having to live everyday with only two guys in the house, since neither of them were well-versed with domestic chores and what-not.
He couldn't remember his mother's face for the life of him. Seijuurou knew that his mother died giving birth to him due to complications, instead of aborting pregnancy as was recommended by the doctors. He will always love and honor his birth mother for her sacrifice.
And Seijuurou knew that his mother would have probably wanted for his father to marry again, so that someone could stand beside him and support him. Every day, he would frown as his father would clumsily assemble his bento even though he had insisted on just getting a
And that was where they were, waiting in the cold of the night for the two people who will hopefully someday become part of the Mikoshiba household.
It was a few minutes later that a taxi cab dropped off two people in front of the entrance of the hotel. A mother and most likely her kid. The pair walked towards them, his father greeting the woman with familiarity only gained years of working together.
The woman was still wearing her office uniform (she probably had no time to change) but she was able to accent her appearance with a modest pearl necklace, and (probably) a fresh application of makeup and lipstick.
Seijuurou noted that the smaller of the two was more decked out in terms of appearance (probably the reason why the mother looked like she barely had time to fix herself up). Blue vest over a clean white polo shirt with a striped green necktie. Brown shorts and tartan(? blue) knee length socks. Polished brown leather shoes.
It was like he was decked for Christmas!
The kid's eyes never strayed from his mother, who was happily conversing with Mikoshiba Shin. Seijuurou noted the small bit of wonder that was alight on those impossibly green eyes, as if the sight of his mother looking happy was the first time he ever saw it.
The kid had probably noticed his stare, because he was able to break his attention away from his mother to actually look at Seijuurou, who looked passive and stern. And intimidating.
"H-hello." The kid greeted him hesitatingly. His voice was tinged with a childish pitch. He hadn't gone through puberty yet, but his height was impressive for his age already.
He forgot to reply to the greeting because of his thoughts though, which he only noted after a short while, it had somehow depressed the other kid a bit.
"Mikoshiba-kun," the kindly woman, Tachibana Tsukasa, offered a soft smile. Seijuurou noted that, yes, she did look beautiful up close. "This is my son, Tachibana Makoto-kun."
Seijuurou focused his attention back at the now-named Makoto. He looked like a scared hamster, all nervous and wary. That lovely olive green hair, unlike his mother's raven black. Eyes that were a natural, brilliant verdure, shifting hues every or so often. His slightly smaller hand was clutched tightly on his mother's hand.
'Cute.' Seijuurou's thoughts coalesced into that single word.
And to a child, whose morals were untainted by the world's bigotry and bias; Makoto looked to be an impressive sight for Seijuurou. Tall, but cute. A guy, but adorable. He was a bundle of contradictions, one that Seijuurou was curious to know better.