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"Stop messing around, Takano-san!" Onodera wiggles in Takano's grip, managing to get his hands free to push his boss away from him. "Kisa and Hatori are still here!" Takano tilts his head, and studies the brunette man's facial features as he crosses his arms.

"So," The dark haired man concludes, switching his standing postion to hop his hip out and rest his hand on it. "You'd be fine if they weren't here? I can stall them for a few hours if you want."

"Not the point!" Onodera snaps at him, turning around to swing open the door. As he places his hand on the golden knob, arms wrap around his neck, hugging him from behind. The brunette tries to glare, but he just ends up looking down with a bright red blush.

"Ritsu."

Onodera's eyes widen as Takano whispers his given name dangerously close to the nape of his neck, leaning on the brunette a little. He unconsiously stops resisting, goosebumps forming as the editor-in-chief's warm breath tickles his skin.

"How much more of my love do you need for you to accept me?" Takano murmurs lovingly into the other man's ear, leaving a small kiss and a tiny nibble here and there.

Instead of answering the man, Onodera snaps out of the trance Takano put him in, shoving his arms away and swinging the door open, successfully escaping back into the main room where Kisa and Hatori wait.

"Hey Ricchan!" Kisa perks up as the brunette enters the room, lowering the cards from in front of his face. "Are you okay? I thought Takano-san said you were tired."

Onodera shakes his head, plopping onto the floor next to his co-worker. He gives both editors an apologetic look, and lowers his gaze to the card game they are playing. "Takano-san is just a bit of a worry-wort, I'm fine."

Kisa's gaze lingers on his brunette friend in disbelief- because come on, Takano is anything but a worry-wort- but he smiles and nods anyways, turning back towards the game at hand. Both Hatori and Kisa flip over two cards at the same time, and Kisa grits his teeth, pushing both cards over to the dark brunette.

"How are you winning? No one has ever beat me at Certain Death." Kisa murmurs, pouting a bit as he looks thorugh his small deck.

Hatori adds the two cards to a deck next to him, then looks through the cards in his hand. "It's a matter of getting to know the other person, and getting inside their head. I can tell exactly what kind of move you will make, just because of your personality."

"I hope that's sarcasm." Kisa half-heartly glares at the other player, while Hatori pretends not to notice the daggers sent his way.

"It's not."

The two flip their cards once more, and Kisa lets out a Tarzan-like cry.

"Alright, I give! You win! Screw you and your psyhic-ness!" Kisa throws his cards at Hatori, who lets out a small chuckle at the black-haired man's outburst.

"You get worked up easily, Kisa." Onodera laughs, watching Kisa attempt to bicker with Hatori.

"Now I understand why people get so frustrated when I win! God, I'm so pissed!" Kisa combs his fingers through his hair, slamming his head onto the coffee table. Onodera and Hatori laugh at him, and work together to get the cards back in the white box.

"That reminds me," Kisa turns his head to the left, causing Onodera looks down at him with a curious expression. "Takano gets worked up like this too, huh? Where did he go, I wonder..."

"Like I care." Onodera mutters, mostly to himself, drawing his knees to his cheest and resting his chin on top, his arms draping around his legs.

All three men jolt in surprise at the sudden jingle of someone's phone, and Hatori sighs, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling his phone out.

He flips it open with an irritated expression, but as he looks at the contact his face melts into a soft smile. The dark brunette presses a button, and places the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he continues to put away the deck of cards. Kisa and Onodera watch him intently, having nothing else to do.

"Moshi moshi?"

There's a murmur of a voice on the other line, that sounds loud and panicked. Hatori's eyes widen, and then he furrows his eyebrows.

"What? How did you manage to do that?"

Hatori's hands pause in the middle of shoving the rest of the cards into its box, and he lets out a loud sigh, followed by a slight chuckle.

"Only you, Chiaki. Seriously, how does someone make rice explode?" Hatori chuckles a little more to himself, and places the cards into the little white box. Onodera and Kisa give each other a look of bewilderment and surprise, shocked by the side of Hatori they haven't seen much of.

Then the same thought ran through each of their minds at the same time. 'Chiaki? Wait... Yoshino-sensei?'

"Hai. I would suggest just getting food from the convience store until I get back. It isn't exactly heathy, but it's better than setting your place on fire and starving to death... hai, hai. Just don't die... NO. Anyone but him. You already know how I... but I'm-"

Hatori cuts himself off, realizing his surroundings. His eyes immedietly dart over to his two coworkers, who he now realizes have been watching him the entire time. The two shorter editors unconsioucly jump back as Hatori's dark eyes turn towards them, scared of being told off for listening in on his conversation.

'To hell with it. They were going to find out sooner or later.' Tori 2.0 told him inside his head.

"But I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to get jealous.