[Summary: Yosuke, Souji, and Kichirou go out to dinner as a family.]

[Author's notes: another one based on Days Without Nights!]

Day 14 - a date

"Daaaaaaad," Kichirou called through the bathroom door. "Hurry up!"

"Just another minute," Yosuke called back.

"Okay!"

Yosuke sighed in front of the mirror, supposing he had spent a lot of time gussying himself up in here. He just wanted to look as nice as he could, though his son didn't know that.

He, his son, and Souji were going to go out for dinner. They'd gone out for fast food before once, but that wasn't the same. Yosuke hadn't been in a relationship with Souji back then. And that had been before... all that awkwardness. Now it was different. They were together, and tonight they were going to a nice Italian restaurant.

It was a date.

Just the thought gave Yosuke a warm, fuzzy feeling in his gut. He wasn't sure what exactly Souji was to him—his boyfriend? His lover? He was still married to Michiko, after all—but he knew he loved him.

And he wanted to look nice. Souji had never seen him in this suit before. It was one he kept in the closet for the work parties he occasionally ended up invited to. It smelled a little musty... maybe he should put on more cologne.

"Daaaaaaad! It's been three minutes!"

"All right, all right," Yosuke said. He smiled at himself in the mirror one last time. He looked good, and his smiles were more genuine lately, that was sure.

Now for the verdict. Yosuke headed out of the bathroom, passing his son, who was grinning cheekily at him, and found Souji waiting for him on the couch in the living room. He wasn't wearing a suit, just a nice dress shirt and black pants. Yosuke knew he hadn't finished transferring his clothing from where he'd used to live, so he didn't have much variety in clothes. Not that he ever had much variety, to be honest.

"Oh?" Souji said upon seeing him. "Tan huh?"

"Yeah," Yosuke said, lifting an arm and tugging at the sleeve. "Michiko said it matched my eyes, back when we bought it a couple of years ago."

"I was thinking more of your hair," Souji said. "Back in Inaba," he added, when Yosuke looked puzzled.

"My hair wasn't tan back then!" Yosuke shook his head in disbelief. "Or were you colorblind this whole time?"

"Tan..." Kichirou said. "Goes with gray."

"No, it doesn't—" Yosuke began, but he cut it off. Kichirou's cheeky grin had turned mischievous. Really, Yosuke had never known his son was so insightful until recently. It came up in the most embarrassing ways.

"You look great," Souji said. He stood up and smiled. "Shall we go?"

It was a Saturday night, so the restaurant was busy. Since it didn't take reservations, there was no choice but to wait. Yosuke was given a timer that would buzz when their table was available. He gave it to Kichirou, who played with it for all of half a second before growing bored.

The restaurant's waiting area was cramped and busy, but Souji and Yosuke managed to sit next to each other after another couple vacated their seats, buzzer in hand. Kichirou didn't need a seat, as it turned out; there was another boy his age in the corner of the room, so he went over there to make friends.

"How long did they say the wait was?" Souji asked. "I didn't hear."

"Twenty minutes," Yosuke said, settling down next to him. "That's not bad, really. You brought your phone, right? I bet they have free WiFi."

"Yeah, but what would I do with it?"

"Come on," Yosuke said, "I know you have a picross app on there. You can solve a few while we wait."

"I-I'm trying to quit!" Souji said. "Don't enable me!"

"You know I don't actually know how to do picross," Yosuke said. "Why don't you take a moment to teach me? Well, if you can learn it within twenty minutes."

Less than five minutes later Yosuke gave up taking in Souji's words as he enthusiastically explained edge logic, instead simply enjoying his tone of voice and cadence. The whole time he kept one eye on his son, who was playing with the other kid, apparently pretending the buzzer was an airplane or flying saucer or something.

Souji quieted too, becoming engrossed in just playing the game. Yosuke kept his attention split between the two, but after another group left the room, he could hear the conversation Kichirou was now having with the other kid's mother. He couldn't help but listen in.

"I like Italian food," Kichirou was saying. "We don't have it a lot."

"So this will be a treat for you, hmm?" the woman said in an overly childish voice.

Yosuke nudged Souji so that he would pay attention. They didn't often get to see Kichirou talking to other adults, after all. They might learn something.

"Yeah!" Kichirou said. "I wonder if we'll have dessert."

"Ask your parents to get the tiramisu. It's very yummy."

"Do you think they have strawboballs?"

The woman's eyebrows knit together. "Strawboballs?"

Yosuke snickered and nudged Souji again. Souji nudged back, a big grin on his face.

"Are you here with your family, then?" the woman asked.

"Yeah," Kichirou said. "I'm here with my two dads!"

If Yosuke had been drinking anything he would have spit it out right then. His son always was too honest, but this time...! "D-did you hear that?" he hissed at Souji.

Souji was staring at Kicchan, his mouth wide open. "Did he... just call me..."

"His second dad. I guess you were upgraded from uncle."

Souji's eyes were sparkling, and it took Yosuke a moment to realize they were unshed tears.

Yosuke didn't have time to consider that fact, however, because the buzzer began to do its thing. Kichirou held it up and did a little dance. The woman he'd been talking to watched him bring it over to where Yosuke and Souji were sitting.

In that moment, Yosuke panicked internally, because Kichirou had just said that about having two dads and now the woman was seeing the proof. Yosuke became suddenly aware that he had sat conspicuously close to his partner, and not only because the seating was cramped. What would she think?

To his surprise and relief, though, she was smiling and waving at them. "Have a good meal," she said. "I recommend the lasagna!"

As his partner squeezed his son in a hug right at his side, Yosuke was happy to know that maybe there weren't enemies everywhere.