Yokozawa may have had a 'crush' on Takano, but he knew that his heart still belonged to Nina. Even after years had passed his heart still longed for her. So that was why he was suprised to find himself falling for another.
Yokozawa could of sworn he had a heart attack when a co-worker he had barely even spoken to walked out that bathroom that day. So how the hell did he manage to fall for the same man that blackmailed him?! So now here he was, head on the dinning table of his apartment. A soft poke on his head caught his attention. "Dad?" He looked up and gave his son a tired smile. "What is it Ren?" He asked and lifted his head, his son had a similar hair colour to him and his mother's midnight eyes. He wore a pair of black jeens and a dark blue short sleaved shirt. "Are you alright? You look dead." Yokozawa gave his son a fake stern look. "Come here you little brat." Ren squealed and shot off to the bedroom, to which Yokozawa gave chase and quickly scooped him up in his strong arms. Ren laughed as he was carried and plopped onto the bed, skilled fingers at his sides. "D-Dad noooo, pffttthahahahahahahahah!"
Yokozawa smiled at his son's laughter, tears were soon running down his face and the salesman decided it was enough. He brushed dark hair from his face causing his son, who was still high on laughter, to giggle.
"Daaaaadd!" He whined to which his father kissed his forehead. "This is what happens when you misbehave." He scolded playfully. Ren giggled and patted his hair back. "Dad, I'm hungry." He nodded and got up, he quickly made his way over to the kitchen and began to prepare their dinner. Ren looked around the familiar apartment. "Dad, where's Sorata?" His father didn't even look back as he answered. "With a friend of mine." Ren raised an eyebrow. "Just a friend?" He questioned and watched as his father jolted, knife flying out of his hand and onto the cutting board.
He kept his eyes trained on his father, watching as his eyes widened and his mouth open to say something, but close. He wasn't stupid, he really wasn't. He knew that his father was, what people called "bisexual" but that never bothered him. In fact he was glad, he didn't like girls yet but he knew that if he liked either one, he could go to his dad. Yokozawa swallowed, that boy was way too sharp. Just like his mother he shook his head, not wanting to remember the heart attack he had when his best friend had figured out he was bi.
Turning to his son he said. "No. That person isn't only daddy's friend." He conformed. His son nodded slowly. "Daddy won't get hurt, will he?" He was sure his heart melted at his son's sweet concern. Quickly washing his hands he knelt in front of his 10 year old and said. "No, I won't get hurt. Besides, I have Ren." Ren smiled eyes lighting up as the man ruffled his hair. "Now go wash up, I'm making katsudon for dinner." Ren whoop'ed and ran off to the bathroom. Yoko chuckled. He got back to work with a small smile on his face, shoulders as ease and eyes soft.
Yokozawa stepped out into the empty hallway, work hasn't even started yet and here he was checking up on his son. Placing his phone to his ear he leaned against the wall, the soft buzz of the phone rang in his head at. "Ah, hello." "Hello dad, is something wrong? You didn't forget anything did you?"
He mentally chuckled at this, his son having experienced this three times before. "No no, just wanted to check up on you." A soft sigh came from the other end. "Dad, aren't you being a little too doting?" A soft chuckle came from the salesman. "Maybe," he agreed as a smile made its way to his lips. On the other side of the hall a certain light haired Editor-in-Chief wore a wide eyed expression, a soft laugh escaped the dark haired male. "Okay okay, I got it." Just what is all this? They've been together for about what, 9-10 months already? Being able to only hear half the conversation he was starting to get worried. "Yea okay, I'll see you soon. Bye, I love you." The Editor-in-Chief let out a soft gasp when he heard that. What was going on?! Was he cheating on him?! The salesman hung up and Kirishima, like a coward, ran off. His mind screamed at him to go confront the younger male but his body turned and fled. His heart clenched with the worst possibles , not even thinking of anything but the fact that his lover had just said those 3 little words with such ease to someone. When he couldn't even do that to him!
Yokozawa was having a bad day, he was stressed and tired, not to mention hungry. And to top it all off, Kirishima was avoiding him! He doesn't know what he could of done to set the male off. He sighed and rolled his sore shoulder, he must have slept in an awkward position last night, it's all tensed up! He grabbed his bag and bid Henmi farewell before stepping into the lift. He pressed the button and flicked his phone open to look through his messages, some from Hiyo (he responded to them right away) the sweet girl asking for help in cooking and school work, and also to wish him luck in work. Some from Ren, asking if he would be home late and if he should make anything for dinner. Heck even some from his family, asking about his day and how everything was now that he had his son with him. He send a quick text to his son to tell him he was on his way.
The lift doors slid open and he glanced up, eyes widening when the person came into view. Kirishima!
"Kirishima-san.." The almond eyed father jolted but by that time it was already too late, the doors had closed on him, locking him in with the dark haired father. "U-uhh, hello Yokozawa." Suttered. The man stuttered my goodness the world was ending. Yokozawa quietly pocketed his phone and stared at the handsome father. "Kirishima-san?" Seeing as he had his attention he decided now was as good as a time to ask the Editor-in-Chief. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something?" At the unsuspecting question, rage suddenly bubbles up and he glared harshly at the man. The sudden rage filled glare made Yokozawa freeze. He had pissed him off...gravely. "Why I'm avoiding you? You want to know the reason?" He wasn't yelling, yet Yokozawa reminded himself, opening his uncomfortably dry mouth he shivered when the glare seemed to intensify. So in the end he could only nod. "Well maybe if you just told me you didn't want a damn relationship or had developed feelings for someone else, I wouldn't be so damn pissed!" Yokozawa finches back at this time, shock and disbelief covered his face. "W-what?" He couldn't believe what the handsome usually calm father had just said. "Save whatever crap you're about to say, we're done." Yokozawa stared in shock as the pissed father walked stiffly out of the lift. Leaving a stunned and wide eyed salesman. His mouth shuddered as he tried to force out words, but he quickly found that he couldn't. His mouth seemed frozen as did the rest of his body. His heart clenched painfully and his chest tightened, he was forgetting something. Something he could usually do without a second thought. Oh that's right, breath he was forgetting to breath.
Forcing himself to take a deep breath he began to attempt to calm himself, Nina's soothing words floating around in his head. Was it just his imagination or was Nina's fingers running through his hair? No he thought to himself, just the wind. He stumbled around before catching himself and walked out of the building. If he wasn't so caught up in his panic, he would of noticed that he was still inside a building and that there was absolutely no way for some random "draft" to be strong enough to ruffle his hair. In another time he would of noticed the way the words were seemingly whispered into his ear and the way he calmed down way too fast. In another time he would of seen that glance of red hair and protective midnight eyes. In another time he would of noticed the way the word "breath" didn't come from him.
He stumbled into his apartment, his son seemed to have gone out or maybe he was in another room?
Good, he thought he shouldn't have to deal with me like this. It seemed like luck wasn't on his side today or maybe a certain woman was (wink wink) his son came rushing into the living room but stopped abruptly as he took in his father's shaky, depressed expression. Ren ran forward and took him by the hand, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes he asked. "Dad, what's wrong?" Yokozawa felt tears gather in his eyes but gave his son a forced closed eyed smile to hide it. "I'm fine, nothing's wrong son."
But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hide the way his voice wavered or the way his shoulders shook with effort. Ren was one of the only people he couldn't hide his emotions from, no matter how hard he tried. Ren noticed this and did the only thing he could. He hugged him tightly around the waist. As if he was trying to squeeze out all the sadness from him. And slowly but surely, the salesman dropped to his knees, hugging his child back. Sobs spilling from his lips but he refused to tell his son what had happened. And Ren was smart enough to not ask.
Kirishima has all but ran the whole way home, why did he just blow up at the man? Especially after he had sworen to never hurt him! For once since Yokozawa, he was glad Hiyori was staying the night at a friend's place. He barely had time to kick off his shoes before he had collapsed onto the couch. Sorata coming to greet him but ended up hissing at him, as if knowing that he had hurt his beloved owner. "I know I know," the handsome father sighed, "I messed up big time." Sorata let out another hiss, this time much softer as if agreeing with him before stalking off to his daughter's room. Kirishima hung his head and bit his lip hard. The taste of metal filling his mouth but he ignored it, after all, it was much better than the bitter aftertaste he had after he had spoken those cruel words to Yokozawa. Heck he had just ended it with the salesman. Only one thought had remained in his otherwise messed up mind. Just what had he done?
