A Week with the Kirishima's
By: Shin Sankai
Author Note: Just a touch of cuteness and a little bit more action. Enjoy the chapter.
Saturday – Afternoon & Evening
The trio were slowly strolling around a large supermarket, Yokozawa pushing the ¾ loaded trolley around the aisles. Kirishima wasn't really one for shopping, but when the two of them were going to head off, leaving him all alone, he wanted to go with them. His young daughter had nagged him that her and Onii-chan were quite capable at getting the groceries, but when he mentioned they could go to one of the bigger supermarkets, which Hiyori hadn't even been to by using the car, the duo were soon persuaded to wait for him as he took a shower. He made sure to shave and wash his hair and get into fresh clean clothes that Hiyori had chosen for him, thus being black jeans, white tank and navy open shirt over the top. He wore his customary flip-flops, being far too lazy to place on socks and lace up shoes like his lover had and his sunglasses rested atop his head.
When they arrived, parking what felt like a million miles away from the entrance, his 11 year old was practically bouncing beside him, her arms linked with his and Yokozawa's. He parked further out so no idiot would scratch or bump into his prized car, granted the sleek vehicle was technically given to him by his parents, but that didn't matter since he still wished for it to be in one perfect piece when they left.
Of course that was now two hours ago as he strolled about the large store, hands in his pockets as he gazed here and there, watching other mothers with their children or couples holding hands as they walked around. Showing affection in the open was probably still frowned upon by many, but Kirishima didn't mind since he just loved giving and receiving it himself. Of course there was no way he'd go up to his younger lover and take hold of his hand, the salesman would probably beat him up for it, but if they were walking down a deserted street, probably at night would also be safer, then he'd give it a shot then. And then if he played drunk, he could hang all over the annoyed salesman who would definitely be complaining about him being too heavy and how he's an adult and a father and should not drink so much, never mind the fact he'd done the same when he was broken hearted over Takano, but nonetheless, anything was worth a short just to feel him up.
"Which would you like, mixed berry, tropical, vanilla or strawberry?" Almond eyes glanced to the duo in front of him as Yokozawa pulled some yoghurt off a high shelf for his girl, placing the six pack of yoghurt's out to her so she could inspect and choose.
"Can I have the mixed berry and vanilla ones?" The editor-in-chief's lips quirked slightly as his young daughter rocked back and forth on her heels and toes, a cheeky smile looking up at the salesman. Kirishima watched him purse his lips, staring intently at the items before he placed two in the trolley and the other two back on the refrigerated shelf.
"Only because its to help build strong bones." The older man had to suppress his chuckle as they moved on towards the fruit and vegetables, Hiyori skipping ahead to eye off the display of strawberries. "Make sure you get a punnet with no bruised ones in it." Yokozawa called out to Hiyori who began to investigate the berries with precision.
"Onii-chan if we buy two punnets we can save some money." Hiyori called out, eyes twinkling at the thought of eating lots of strawberries.
"Okay..." Kirishima smiled as she gave him a victory sign before going back to her inspection. He slowly headed off to where Yokozawa currently was, still keeping an eye on his girl, but turned towards the businessman who was standing by a mountain of sweet potato.
"You've loaded up quite a lot there." Kirishima peered down into the trolley, mentally trying to add them up in his head. And to think they hadn't even reached the butchers yet.
"When one only has rice and cake left in the kitchen, you really should go shopping a bit more frequently, then you wouldn't have such a long and yes I will admit expensive grocery list like we have this afternoon."
"Well..."
"I will be paying for half of this, since I have been staying with the both of you this week."
"That's not really what..."
"And do you realise you are nearly out of toilet paper?" Yokozawa interrupted Kirishima once more, voicing this in annoyance. "Do you seriously leave all the shopping to Hiyo-chan?"
"She goes to the corner store for me sometimes."
"The corner store?" Yokozawa barked ludicrously. "Do you know how expensive corner stores are? They are always double the price then a grocery store like this."
"She tags along when Yuki-chan's mother goes shopping at their favourite fruit and vegetable market and sometimes I think she may borrow from them if we haven't had a chance to go shopping." He watched the salesman roll his eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder how you survive..."
"When I have the two of you with me, I know I'm going to be just fine." Blue eyes narrowed slightly before turning away as Yokozawa picked up some sweet potato and placed them in a plastic bag. Kirishima grinned as he leaned forward, lips just barely an inch from his partner's left ear. "So please don't ever leave me." He watched the unsuspecting Yokozawa drop the bag of sweet potatoes, they rolling into the trolley and over some canned vegetables It looked like he was ready to give him one, but of course his cute daughter saved the say as she came skipping back over with two punnets of strawberries. His dark haired partner moved away to pick out a pre-packed bag of washed normal spuds.
"Shall I make a curry tonight?" Yokozawa was now on a mission to grab a bag of pre-packed carrots, trying to forget the way Kirishima had huskily whispered into his ear, setting off a round of bastardly butterflies. "As my last night with the two of you?" He watched both the Kirishima's turn their gazes over at him, Hiyori loosing the grip she had on the punnet of strawberries, but they were lucky she was already placing them in the trolley so they didn't have far to fall. "What's with those looks?"
"Onii-chan is leaving?" There was that pout that always did a number on his heart.
"I promised Hiyo-chan that I'd stay for the week, which is nearly up, so I'll be going back to my place on Sunday."
"But..."
"Sorata can stay with you, if that is alright with your Papa." Expectant brown eyes gazed up at her father who quietly nodded his head. The affirmation seemed to perk her up slightly, but Hiyori was still sad at the thought of not having her Onii-chan staying with them. "He's made himself quite at home in Hiyo-chan's bedroom after all."
"Can we buy him a new toy?"
"Sure..." The duo headed towards the pet aisle leaving Kirishima alone in the fruits and vegetables. He wanted so very much to tell him not to go, to stay forever, but saying that in a grocery store would only anger the salesman and he definitely didn't want that. Instead he picked up a hefty watermelon, carrying it under his left arm as he went on the hunt for his loved ones, now finding them near the bakery as Hiyori was in agony at what sweets to pick out for dessert tonight.
After another boring half an hour for Kirishima, though truly it was adorable to watch Yokozawa and Hiyori converse together and how his partner slowly won her over by purchasing a mixture of cakes, much like a sample box, and then they were off to the butchers before the last stop being where all the toilet paper was housed and then finally they'd be heading back home.
Its not that Kirishima disliked outings, he has after all since discovered his love of being out and about with Hiyori and Yokozawa, but being at home with the two of them was so much better. He could listen to them all day and then at night knowingly sneak into the room Yokozawa was using and cuddle with the grumpy yet adorable man.
"Papa, you're falling behind." Kirishima hastened his long strides as it appeared they'd already gone to the meat section and gotten the toilet paper while he stood in the middle of an aisle like an idiot, though it appeared no one bothered to pay him much attention, which for him was a good thing. He quickly caught up and helped bag up the items as Yokozawa and Hiyori decided to use the self service registers.
Kirishima was reading the paper, lounging in one of the soft plush chairs that matched the lounge, the throbbing in his backside all but gone now as he sat properly for the first time since last night. He really did have to admire his younger partner for his care and patience with him.
The smell of curry bubbling away in the kitchen wafted into the living room, filling it with such homely glorious smells, probably making all three of them hungry even though it was still a good half an hour away from being ready to devour. Yokozawa had suggested perhaps they have a snack but both Kirishima's decided they didn't want to spoil the delicious dinner which was about to be provided to them. Almond eyes was certain a light flush graced the businessman's cheek, but there was no way to tell as the man had ducked back into the kitchen to hide.
When they had arrived home, hauling 10 bags full of groceries up the stairs and into the apartment, Kirishima was pretty much shoved to the side as his cute duo went about unpacking, the youngest darting here and there, placing stuff in the storage cupboard in the hallway and then into the pantry and also into the fridge while Yokozawa had the bags on the preparation bench making sure they'd not forgotten anything.
Papa, you're in the way his young daughter had complained and so with nothing better to do then sit in the lounge room, listening to the two of them cutely converse together, he flipped open the paper and began to read it.
When it was actually time to prepare the curry, Kirishima shuffled back into the kitchen to watch the two of them once more. Hiyori had the job of peeling the vegetables before handing them off to Yokozawa who would cut them into equal chunky pieces and place them aside. He then brought out the meat he'd purchased, telling Hiyori it was the best meat to use when making a meat and veg curry and cut it into eatable chunks. His 11 year old produced the pan and some oil and watched as Yokozawa seasoned and browned the meat. The only thing he was saddened at was the fact that Yokozawa was not wearing the polka dot apron.
Standing in the archway leading into the kitchen, the editor-in-chief had asked the duo if he could help and the looks he received made him frown defensively. He wasn't that bad in the kitchen! Not that he ever got to flaunt his skills, or what he presumed he had, considering it was always taken over by Hiyori and Yokozawa. So with a pout of his own and now being completely ignored he slumped his way back into the living room and took up the paper once more.
"Papa, Onii-chan says the curry will need time to cook a bit more so I'm going to take a bath."
"Okay," The older man responded behind his paper, only half taking note that Yokozawa had come into the living room and was about to sit on the lounge while grabbing the remote and flicking on the large flat screen TV.
"Hiyo-chan, you should dry your hair better." Almond eyes rose from the newspaper, flipping a corner of it down to gave upon Yokozawa admonishing his daughter as he sat slouched on the two-seater lounge, one ankle crossed over the other while his upper body was pressed into cushions and the right arm of the lounge.
"It's fine, the warm summer air will dry it shortly." She was walking past, to switch over the channel to something more interesting then the news, well to her in any case, but her hand was held within a strong grip and she let off a small 'eep' as Yokozawa dragged her to sit on the couch in front of him. He shifted slightly in his lounging position, resting against his right hip while he lifted his left leg, knee bent to give him more leverage while he pulled the small towel from Hiyori's shoulders and began to rub it over her hair. "I'm fine..." Hiyori began to whine.
"You may catch a cold."
"That's only a myth, people don't catch colds just because their hair is damp." Hiyori rolled her eyes while her head bobbed here and there as large hands ruffled the cotton towel through her light brown locks of tangled hair.
"No it isn't, and yes people do."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"They do not."
"Yes they do."
"You're being such a nag Papa!" Kirishima raised an eyebrow as soon as those words left his daughters lips, her tiny hands slapping over her mouth in shock. He had also watched as Yokozawa had halted in his hair drying craze too, towel dropping out of his hands as it fluttered to rest against his left leg and his eyes widened.
"O-Onii-chan... Go-Gomen..." To break the sudden awkwardness which had suddenly formed through the cute banter that his daughter and Yokozawa had going on, Kirishima let off a loud barking laughter, watching the two of them jolt slightly.
"You two are so adorable." He stood up, ignoring the glares he was now receiving as he dropped his hand on Hiyori's head. "You don't have to apologise for saying that either Hiyo-chan, for I'm sure Takafumi is pleased you think of him in such a way, like I think he is to you as well, though Papa's don't nag they dote, so he's more like a Mama." Blue eyes narrowed. "Now to halt any further cute banter between the two of you, how about I get the hair-dryer?"
"You have a hair-dryer?" His anger at what Kirishima said was all but forgotten as he looked up at his tall handsome partner.
"Yes, tucked away in a draw in Hiyo-chan's room, why?"
"Then why am I drying your hair by hand?" Yokozawa questioned in slight exasperation, shifting his eyes from his silent partner to the silent daughter who was slowly starting to blush.
"Because Hiyo-chan likes being taken care of and fussed over by Takafumi, ne?"
"You do?" Yokozawa questioned in slight surprise as he eyed the red faced Hiyori.
"Papa, you're mean." Kirishima chuckled lightly as he made his way down the hallway and entered Hiyori's bedroom to grab her pink hair-dryer. He was back in seconds, dropping the electrical appliance into Yokozawa's waiting hands and plugged it into an outlet by utilising an extension cord. Though his girl was still blushing, she was now content and smiling broadly as Yokozawa began to ruffle his large hands through her hair while warm air from the hair-dryer blew over it as well.
And now that all was right in the Kirishima household he sat back down and started reading the paper once more, this time finding Sorata jumping into his lap and making himself comfortable, purring up a storm.
"Onii-chan," Yokozawa glanced over the dining room table as he was pouring a generous portion of the curry into a bowl for Hiyori. "Do you really have to leave tomorrow?"
"I have to check my mail, I'm sure its piling up."
"But after you do that and clean it all up you can just come back home." Yokozawa placed the bowl in front of the pouting girl.
"Just because I won't be here from Sunday night onwards, it doesn't mean I'm not ever going to come back."
"But, I'll miss Onii-chan staying here."
"I'll miss seeing Hiyo-chan as well, but..."
"And we're family and family has to stay together." The 11 year old had interrupted him.
Yokozawa poured a larger serving into a bowl for Kirishima, silently glancing at the quiet man and wondering why the hell he wasn't backing him up in this conversation. "I'm glad Hiyo-chan thinks of me as family, but your Obaa-chan and Ojii-chan are also family and they don't live here."
"Thank god." Kirishima finally interjected.
"But, that's different." Hiyori meekly voiced, finally realising she was loosing the battle against her Onii-chan.
"I'll be back, I promise." He watched those brown eyes lift from the curry in her bowl. "And besides, Sorata feels at home here since Hiyo-chan has taken such good care of him. Hiyo-chan is finally able to have a cat now that her Papa has agreed to let him stay and I don't mind at all leaving Sorata in your capable hands. Plus I'll come back to visit him, to see if he's missing me at all and to also see you and your Papa."
"Does Onii-chan not feel at home here?"
"Eh?"
"Sora-chan's home is here now, so why isn't Onii-chan's home here too?"
"Well..." Kirishima tried not to grin as he shoved a mouthful of the curry passed his lips. His daughter was so smart and if he waited patiently enough, perhaps she would be the one to convince him to stay. God was he being a coward or what?
"Has Onii-chan not liked staying here?"
"Huh?" Yokozawa was becoming slightly flustered.
"Did I force Onii-chan to stay with us, just so I could be selfish and look after Sora-chan?"
"Eh, ah, no that's not how it was." Yokozawa threw pleading eyes across the table at Kirishima who felt he too was loosing the silent battle to convince Yokozawa it was alright for him to think of this place as his home and that he could truly keep the key he gave him earlier.
"Hiyo-chan," The editor-in-chief's deep voice finally made another appearance. "Takafumi has his own home to return to. He pays for rent, water, gas and electricity and all sorts of other bills because he is living in that property. I'm sure he has a contract with that building, so he has to be responsible and continue to honour it."
"But..."
"It's also close to work as well."
"Our place is close to your work." Kirishima dropped his hand atop of Hiyori's shiny and now completely dry fluffy hair.
"He knows you mean well, but he needs to have his own space."
"Did I annoy you Onii-chan?" There was worry within those brown orbs and Yokozawa couldn't help it, a chuckle bubbled up as he placed down his spoon and reached over the table to press the palm of his hand against Hiyori's cheek.
"Absolutely not. There is no way that I would ever think of you as annoying. Your Papa on the other hand..."
"Hey!" Kirishima complained and felt better when his girl let off a small giggle.
"Will you let me think about it?" Kirishima beamed his own smile across the table at his partner, much like his daughter did. That had gone better then he had hoped for. Way to go Hiyo-chan!
"Mm!" And Hiyori tucked into the curry, gushing out how tasty it was as she began to talk about her sleepover the night before.
Kirishima exited the bathroom, dressed in grey slacks and a black tank. He'd lounged in the bath for who knows how long, but when he could hear noise coming from the living room and took note of how prune-like his fingers had become he thought it best to get out. The water was barely lukewarm at that stage as well.
"Go, go, go!" The editor-in-chief raised an eyebrow at Hiyori's energetic voice.
"They cannot hear you Hiyo-chan." Came the deep rumble from his lover.
"They can too!" Ah, was this the start of more cute banter between them? Kirishima made his way into the living room, noticing a soccer match on TV. He hadn't realised his girl was into soccer, but flashing back to a memory of seeing a boy very much like Takumi-kun kitted up in soccer gear, he now knew why she was taking a sudden interest in it. "GOAL!" Kirishima's lips spread into a smile as Hiyori was up on her feet, dressed in purple pyjamas and her arms thrust in the air, her short sleeved button down shirt rising as it showed off her belly button.
"Do you even know who is playing?" Yokozawa questioned while he was curled on the lounge, head resting in his right hand, elbow digging into the plush cushions. The salesman chuckled lightly as Hiyori shook her head negatively. "Do I suspect this sudden interest has to do with a certain someone?" Kirishima leaned against a large bookcase as his daughter turned around to face Yokozawa, face flushed and her little hands went out to thump him lightly and repeatedly for teasing her. She let off a slight squeak, she unsuspectingly being pulled onto the couch, giggling up a storm as she was the victim of tickle torture for the second time that day.
"I'll miss you living with us." Kirishima didn't realise he had closed his eyes, basking in the happiness of his home until all went silent, the only noise being the crowd on TV erupting into cheers as one of the teams scored a goal and the cute little pouty voice from his daughter.
"Shh..." Yokozawa murmured back, closing his eyes.
When everything went quiet, Kirishima quietly shuffled towards the lounge, peering over the backing to feel his heart melt instantly.
There was Yokozawa, curled on his side, head dug into the cushions and arms wrapped around Hiyori. His eyes were closed but he had that cute little smile on his face that just tore at his heart strings. Then there was his girl, her tiny back pressed against Yokozawa's large chest, her small hands resting on his forearms, enjoying the innocent cuddle they shared. Hiyori was watching the game, she probably not truly interested in it at all. The editor-in-chief strolled on by, not a sound coming from him as he headed into the kitchen to make two mugs of coffee, a hot chocolate for Hiyori and would also bring out the sample box of desserts with plates and spoons which they had yet to eat.
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To be continued...