Door creaked open and Misaki shifted on the bed. With his morning classes over, the rest of day was his. So, he decided to sleep in a little, to recover from Kamijou – sensei's Spartan training course.
What he didn't count on was the invasion from sun rays and Usagi spreading the curtains. "Wake up, Misaki." That smooth voice woke him up from the sleepy stupor and he staggered out of bed. Misaki halted, his sharp nose was never wrong... He sniffed for the source of the smell and it came from... the kitchen?!
What did Usagi do, while he took a nap?
He turned to face the man. "Usagi, I smell something sickeningly sweet. May I ask what that smell is?"
Akihiko didn't answer his lover, only smirked as he gestured for him to follow. Misaki's hair was disheveled (he slept, he must have bed hair...), but Usagi for some reason isn't ruffling his hair like he did... is he honoring the rules they set prior to match or he's not feeling up for it?
Wait a sec.
Misaki socked himself in the side of head. Usagi snorted/laughed at that as if he read his mind and proceeded moving into the kitchen, from where that unbelievable stench was coming from. He stood before their table and looked at Misaki, smiling.
Such a smile, he hasn't seen it in a while. It's so... captivating... Misaki walked behind the counter, his green eyes widened.
In the center of table sat a Sachertorte, with strawberries adorning the cake. Then, Misaki's eyes drooped at the sink, with dishes and cooking tools covered in brown substance, which was undoubtedly chocolate.
Did Usagi...?
"Don't just stand there, sit down while I get a knife for the cake."
Misaki sat behind the table, admiring the cake. He found himself salivating at the mere sight. Usagi got the knife and started cutting the cake, putting two pieces on each of the plates.
"Misaki, I wanted to spend today with you, even for a little moment. After we eat, I am going to continue writing. Say, you don't dislike this type of cake, do you?"
The young man shook head. Usagi put so much effort into this, considering he's... a beginner when it comes to cooking, much less baking! "I love all sorts of cakes, Usagi... it's just... unexpected..."
The older man sat down and grabbed spoon. "I'll taste it first. I don't want to cause you food poisoning by mistake day before the match. I'd get an earful from both teams. Also, I don't want to cause you trouble. This is supposed to be gesture of my repentance for all I did in the past." He said, separating a small bit and putting it in his mouth.
Misaki observed the man's face. Usagi chewed and swallowed, a grin spreading. "It's actually good. It's safe to eat."
Once it was deemed edible, Misaki dig in, enjoying the flavor. Usagi ate, too, gazing at him with from time to time. By the second serving, Usagi leaned over the table, picking with index finger from Misaki's face. "You had chocolate on your face." He stated and the younger man found himself blushing severally. Is it just him or has it gotten mushy and warm all of sudden?
"Usagi..." his voice trailed off, unspoken words were swallowed down.
He relaxed on his chair, resuming with consumption of cake. "I know... I am sorry. I'm doing my best to restrain myself. Don't look at me like that... unless you want to be jumped."
Met with Usagi's fiery gaze, Misaki lowered his field of vision towards the cake on his plate, going back to eating. For a while, the clinking of Misaki's spoon against plate was the only sound, before Usagi stood up. "I'm sorry for ruining the mood. Feel free to eat as much as you want. I'm going to wash the dishes..."
He went towards the sink with enormous heap. Misaki stared at his back. Their challenge isn't about feeling this shitty about doing something so kind like baking, right?
Misaki showed the rest of Sachertorte that was on his plate in his mouth, marching up behind his lover. Without a word, he stood beside him, lending a hand. "Misaki, you do -"
"Shut up and let me help you. I'm done eating. I'll put it in the fridge for later, okay?"
Usagi shortly nodded, handing him the dish soap.
They finished with doing dishes and Misaki stored the cake away. Meanwhile, Usagi was walking up the stairs.
Misaki caught up with him, sheepishly pulled him down to his level and kissed him on cheek. "Good luck tomorrow! Thanks for the cake, it was delicious!" He exclaimed, running before Usagi could react.
Usagi palpated his cheek. That Misaki... no wonder he fell in love with him.
The door to a bedroom downstairs shut. Usagi's grin couldn't be wiped down.
Misaki's heart sped up, as he slid under the bed sheets, beet – red. He had no other way to thank Usagi for his kindness. That he learned how to bake – because of him – his heart skipped a few beats, he won't lie. He smiled.
XxX
He's doing it on purpose. He definitely does this on purpose, he thought as he argued with the printers over the extension. Ritsu was angry and tired from taking the bullshit from printers, who thought they were the only working people. In the end, he negotiated an extension, but if it will do any good... that remains to be seen.
The challenge was around the corner. He made a lot of mistakes. Takano just scolded him for the copy machine incident, hour ago. It's not like he did it on purpose...
Ritsu slumped in his chair and nausea came over him so suddenly, he gripped the table, gritting teeth. What's this?! He didn't want to bother anyone (they were so absorbed in their work, he didn't want to bother them with his stupid stomachache), so he abruptly stood up, heading for the nearest toilet.
It got worse. Ugh, his stomach has been upset since yesterday. He cooked meat... guess it wasn't seasoned properly. He's an amateur when it comes to many things, like cooking. He should have stuck to the recipe book...
The sudden escape didn't go unnoticed by his boss, who furrowed his brows and put the glasses on his desk. Something is wrong, Ritsu hasn't been himself the whole day, Takano thought.
He followed, worried about Ritsu's welfare.
In the meantime, he reached the toilet. He didn't have much time... Ritsu wandered inside the nearest vacant toilet cabin, retching as quietly as he could. The humiliation if someone saw him in this state...
The door opened. Ritsu shielded his mouth with hands to prevent more coming out. Footsteps approached his cabin... he can't hold it in much longer... get on with your business and leave, he repeated it like a mantra.
But the door snapped open (Ritsu cursed his forgetfulness) and his boss stood before him. His expression changed immediately, he was about to touch him, when Ritsu shut his eyes... oh, this is humiliating! He can't...
The awful noises he made only worried Takano more.
"Ritsu! What's wrong with you?!" he made a move to grab his shoulders, but the pale faced man pushed his away. His retching was gradually subsiding and Takano thought about what he should do.
Right now, he knew Ritsu didn't want his help; or for him to see him so vulnerable. There is no point thinking about that. Ritsu is feeling sick, as his boyfriend he should take care of him. At the same time, he was his boss. What course of action should he take? Help or look the other way? After all, he knows Ritsu best. He's too proud to accept help, anyway...
Ritsu's hands feebly fell to the sides and his breathing settled down to normal, however, he was still too pale in the face. Screw the boss/subordinate thingy, Ritsu is his lover!
He knelt down and checked his temperature. He sighed, relieved. Thank goodness... it's not that serious. He flushed the toilet, Ritsu weakly protested, but he wouldn't leave him be. How could he in his good mind leave him when Ritsu needs his care?
He helped him to stand up and together, they walked (a bit wobbly) to the exit. He couldn't take him home... lounge was out of question and bringing him back would alert Emerald, which would be the final nail in the coffin for Ritsu's pride.
His car will have to do... that is, if the back exit is open. Slipping by the front desk, unnoticed was unlikely, with the ghost pale form of Ritsu.
Takano carried/walked Ritsu inside the elevator, hoping they don't bump into someone.
Ritsu snapped one eye open, looking around, well, panicking. "What- Where are you taking me?!" He struggled to break loose, but his knees gave out on him. He was feeling the after shock, alright. Ritsu swore in that moment he'd never try cooking beef, ever again. Crap, he couldn't move away, Takano was practically keeping him standing up, somewhat properly. He's so pathetic, a day before the match, his opponent takes pity on him.
While the man in his contemplated about something he couldn't comprehend (most likely), Takano twitched nervously the entire way down.
For once, no one boarded (both were grateful for that) and Takano gently walked his lover to the back exit, his arm hooked under his protectively, so he doesn't slip. Right now, he's vulnerable as a kitten. His defenses are depleted.
Ritsu's face was slowly regaining color… still, he needs to sit down somewhere where he can relax for a while, Takano thought as he pressed the door handle. They were outside of Marukawa building, where they all parked cars.
"We're almost there. I have a bottle of water and medicine for you."
Ritsu glanced at him. He didn't want to sound ungrateful, but he was Takano. He must have ulterior motive. "Why are you doing… this for… me?" He asked, not keen on receiving a reply.
They made their way through the jungle of cars, silently. Ritsu felt a lot better now. "I can walk just fine now, please let go until someone sees us… this is a public place." Ritsu stated and instead of letting go, Takano's hold on him tightened. "I'm not letting a sick man walk alone. You'll collapse on me, just like that time and I will have to come and save your ass. Again."
He referred to that time the younger editor collapsed from work overload, health neglect, sleep deprivation and malnutrition. Ritsu showed him away, surprising himself with the strength he had. "That was different! We weren't…"
Takano stopped before his car and unlocked the door, opening it wide for him. His eyes were dead serious. Ritsu knew if he refused, Takano would drag him inside if needed.
That's how troublesome the man, his boss/lover was. He got in, opting to take a seat in the back. He could feel Takano's gaze on him, so he looked at his hands. He left the door open and walked around, getting in and sat in the driver seat, leaning down… probably for the water…and medicine he mentioned…
Ritsu watched him from the corner of eye, wishing he was everywhere but here. He could bail on him, it would be easy, right? It's dangerous to be alone with him in an empty parking lot.
Takano wouldn't take advantage of his weakened state… would he? Something cold bumped in his forehead. He looked up, seeing the clear water bottle and Takano, hovering above him. He sat close by him. Extremely close!
"You should rinse your mouth first." Ritsu took the offered water bottle and rinsed four times, before that foul after taste of bile was gone. The concrete would hopefully dry up, soon.
After the rinsing episode, Takano shut the door and turned on the AC, because it was awfully freezing. Ritsu couldn't get comfortable with Takano being so close, so he couldn't relax.
Takano handed him one small pill, which he swallowed promptly with a bit of water, feeling that gaze, which was making him… what? Uncomfortable wasn't the word. More like… hoping for something?
…Why was he hoping for something?! Ritsu let out a frustrated groan, angry at himself. This isn't the time nor place! Takano's way of thinking infiltrated his mind for a moment.
Then came the profound short five second giggle. "I know what you're probably thinking and I can't say I am not tempted, but I won't. The match is tomorrow and I respect the rules, so I won't do anything. This is just me helping you, because I want to."
Ritsu found himself blushing. "I… thank you… "
"It's a boyfriend's job to take care of his lover."
True, but… "I don't want to exploit your kindness too much, Takano –san… I'll go ahead…" Ritsu's hand was moving towards the door - and Takano moved really fast, from front to back.
Ritsu found himself sprawled on the seat, with his head in - he freaked out, wanted to get the hell out - Takano shushed him. "Settle down, I promise I won't do anything. You need to rest up. We'll head back after I confirm the medicine worked."
Awkwardly, Ritsu sank down, head in Takano's lap.
Shit, what's with this shoujo manga atmosphere?! Ritsu chose not to think much. This isn't that big of a deal. He's only getting a rest…
His eyelids felt so heavy… he dozed off.
Takano watched his sleeping beauty. Who'd know Ritsu would be so very comfortable, using him as a pillow. He checked the time. They can't stay too long. Twenty minutes at max is what they got.
He was so cute when he slept. Takano observed him, wishing they could stay here a bit longer…
"Taka…no… good l-uck tomorrow…" Ritsu said in his slumber, shifting slightly.
The said man beamed, smirking.
Too bad they will have to go back inside the war zone that was Emerald, again… Their small respite and moment, gone.
However… he kissed his forehead. "Good luck to you, too Ritsu."
XxX
Bullshit. Professor Miyagi is so full of bullshit, running out on him like that. He was stuck with the shared classes grading, alone. Hiroki was ticked off. That guy, he ought to…!
He had no choice, but to do them. Alone. It's not like Nowaki would be home, anyway. He's bound to be at the clinic. He can't do anything with it; it's Nowaki's job.
Begrudgingly, Hiroki took on the stock of exam papers. He'll get Professor Miyagi for this. He sat down with the red colored pen of doom (his students had a sense of humor, when it got to grades) and began the tiresome process.
Hours ticked and time went on. Before he knew it, the sun set and it was dark outside. When the last exam paper was graded, he put the pen down and stashed the damn exams into a giant – ass folder, so not even one vanishes on him.
Hiroki stood up and stretched his arms, yawning. "Finally, it's done. Only thing I still hate is grading, it takes up too much time. Speaking of time…" He checked his phone. It was so damn late, still, not so late that Nowaki would be home. That is what he thought before he saw one unread message, sent five hours ago.
He collapsed the message. It was from Nowaki. He came home earlier, huh?
…Nowaki's at home? What happened to his shift? He wrote a reply, saying he'll be home soon.
Message.
Hiroki read that and it was so embarrassing, he locked the screen and showed it inside his bag. Nowaki had no shame sending such messages.
With the match and teaching, he and Nowaki… didn't spend much time together. And he knew that fool well, so he slept apart all week. Still, he didn't want to win so badly in the beginning. Now, he seriously wants to win.
He locked their office and strut down the lonesome hallways of the university. It's so late, not much of the staff is left on campus, he might be among the last to leave. He snorted. Like it didn't happen often.
Hiroki wasn't interested in seeing anything but a pillow and sheets. However, Nowaki's message indicated he's waiting for him. He's tired, that's the truth… but he's willing to stay awake a bit longer.
A bit longer…
The sardine train was full with regular office workers in suits, businessmen and kids, all commuting home. It was a drag, taking the last train (he missed the train he was supposed to board, the door closed right under his nose) and he had to board this… disaster. He was being squished from all sides, pissed off at the situation. Hiroki loathed last trains – they were packed and one couldn't breathe, with all the mixed smell of various perfumes. It was times like these, he regretted having a sense of smell.
His stop was coming next. He made his way through the crowd, putting on his best pissed off face if someone were to yell at him for pushing them aside. The "get in my way, you die" death glare worked, everyone was going out of his way.
Doors opened and he got off, the glare dissipated. Before him stood… "Nowaki!" He ran up to him and the doctor flashed a smile. "Hiro –san! I wanted to wait for you at home, but I -"
The professor shut him up with a raised hand, looking around. Why the fuck are the people so interested in their conversation?! "Come on. Let's go."
Nowaki nodded and they walked upstairs, out of subway on to the fresh air. No one was around, they took the shortcut home. Nowaki smiled, taking a hold of his hand. "What are you doing?! Idiot, we're out on the street!" He scolded him, blushing. His hands were so warm. Huh, why make a fuss out of something so ordinary… besides no one is around.
Hiroki squeezed Nowaki's hand. In return, the doctor gaped at his lover, who vehemently refused to lock gaze with him, bearing faint remnant of blush. "Nowaki, I'm cold."
Nowaki lovingly smiled, pulling him closer and they walked really close. It's been so long since they displayed affection. Nowaki's so warm, he's radiating warmness… so comforting. He put head on doctor's shoulder, eyes half – lidded. "Just for a while. I've had a shitty day at work."
He couldn't resist this cute side of Hiro –san. "You look exhausted, Hiro –san."
"That scumbag, professor Miyagi bolted on me, running off. I had to grade his classes' exam papers along with mine. It took me much longer by myself. When the match is over, I'll return the favor. But enough about me, why aren't you at the clinic?"
Nowaki laughed dryly. "Senpai said I should take it easy for today, so he sent me home after two hours."
Hiroki's blissful bubble ruptured and he halted, glaring. Nowaki instinctively took a step back. "You told that flirty Senpai of yours about the match, didn't you?"
"Y-yes, he noticed how I was worn out this week and I told him… I shouldn't have, I'm sorry." Nowaki bowed, he was the picture of repentance. How could he stay angry at him?
Hiroki sighed. "What's done is done, I just don't like his mug. Something about him pisses me off."
They resumed walking, hand in hand. "Hiro –san, don't tell me you're still jealous of him?" Nowaki prodded Hiroki's old wound and he snapped at him. "So what if I'm jealous? That Senpai is shady…"
"He's an excellent doctor, I look up to him. But I love you, Hiro –san."
Hiroki's face flared up in the cold night. "What the hell, you shithead… don't say that…"
Nowaki leaned down and kissed his knuckles. "Good luck tomorrow, Hiro –san."
That, that's it! He'll make him flustered, too!
Nowaki smiled and walked ahead. Hiroki wouldn't have it. He caught up to him and spun him around, and he blinked back at him. "Hiro – san?"
He tip – toed and cupped his face, pressing a quick kiss on Nowaki's cheek. "Hiro –san?!"
He smirked, cheeks flushed as equally as Nowaki's, storming off forward. "Likewise, good luck, Nowaki, you'll need it!" He shot at him, picking up the fast pace.
Nowaki noted how embarrassed Hiro –san was and so incredibly cute…
He joined up with him, feeling cheerful and just plain happy.
XxX
This won't do. It won't do! The last pages of Girl's Master, they were so fucking bland, boring. Did sensei run out of time? He spent so much time on the phone, irked at her. So what if she caught the flu virus, she's a professional. He told her to get it done and she reluctantly listened, sneezing and coughing occasionally and her nasal voice insinuated that she was feeling under the weather. Still, she's rising in rankings, she has to fix the last six pages.
While he was busy on the phone, talking with his mangaka, Ritchan was equally busy on phone, negotiating the deadline extension. Only three were present in Emerald department. Him, Rittie and Takano, who donned the face of a god of war, cutting out the backgrounds etc.
It would be for the best to not disturb them, Kisa thought as he ended the two and half hour long phone call. It's not like she'll be done anytime soon. Also, there was a matter he had to see through.
Kisa clicked with mouse on his inbox. He didn't have new email. Strange… with peripheral vision he saw Rittie standing up… probably went to the toilet…
Five minutes later, Takano left his desk and Kisa didn't have to be a seer to know he went after Rittie, probably. Then… if that's how things are… he's alone… maybe…
He unlocked his phone and dialed Yukina's number. Waiting for him to pick up, he tapped impatiently the keyboard. Maybe he's busy or he can't answer.
After agonizing waiting on the line, Yukina's worried voice reached him. "Kisa –san, is something wrong?"
Ah, he's easily worried when it came to him. "Don't worry, everything is fine. It's just… when is your break? We could… have a snack or something together?"
Kisa could swear his phone projected Yukina's lit up face and the gasp/yelp of excitement… "Stop making that weird sound! So, it's still the same time, right?"
"It's the same… we could go to that café… if you want, Kisa –san."
That café… Kisa cracked a smile. "I'll be there. I'll finish up my work and I will meet you there." Before Yukina could say something that would embarrass them both, Kisa hung up.
He rolled up his sleeves. Let's finish this up! He got on correcting another sensei's storyboard. He was so into it, he didn't notice when Ritchan and Takano came back.
Kisa's work for today was done before 19.45 pm. and he scrambled up his things, stowed them in his bag and excused himself, leaving. He ran all the way, because Yukina's break would start at 20.00 pm. and his shift won't end until past midnight. They'll be both too tired to spend a moment together, awake.
This next half hour is all they had left before the match. Huffing, he ran in the ocean of coats, towards the café. It doesn't matter if he'll be the first to arrive. It's not like he's looking forward to it that much, right?
… He's full of it. They haven't talked much this week, had no time (more like energy) and one came back, other left. So went by this week. However, Kisa wouldn't have it any more.
Kisa opened the door and the waitress came up to him and set him up in a secluded corner (he asked her for a more private spot and she winked at him), he put down the bag and ordered black coffee for his nerves.
He didn't have to wait long. Yukina rushed in, his scarf floated behind him. He huffed, looking around. Kisa discreetly waved at him; Yukina's face sparkled as he made his way to the table.
"Kisa –san…" He stood there, looking at him with the sparkly and glittery background. Kisa's heart fluttered. "You're so prince – like, it's hurting my eyes." He forced him to sit down.
Yukina settled, leaning over the table. "What's the occasion, Kisa –san?"
The waitress found the courage to approach and she turned into a blabbering mess while Yukina made his order. She went away, struck by the charm of a prince.
Kisa swallowed the bitter pill in his throat. His private prince, Yukina. He sipped the coffee, feeling Yukina's eyes on him. He put the cup down with a clank! and sighed heavily.
"I'm just a bit tired, that's all."
Yukina's sparkly aura vanished and he gazed at him, worried. "Are you okay, Kisa –san?"
Said editor nodded. "I couldn't go into the match before I said something. It will sound childish and stupid…"
"Childish?" He inquired and before Kisa could retort, the woman brought Yukina's order and she left quickly.
To hell with subtlety. He picked a good spot, no need to be shy. He grabbed Yukina's hands and kissed them, going over each of his fingers. Yukina reddened. "Kisa –san…"
He was met with Kisa's gaze. "I wanted to wish you good luck, Yukina, but I hadn't the courage… until now."
If possible, Yukina's blush intensified. He grabbed onto Kisa's hands, pulling him closer in a hug. Startled, Kisa buried his head into Yukina's shoulder.
Yukina distinguished that Kisa –san was blushing intensively, for his ears were red every time he was embarrassed. "Yukina…"
"Kisa –san, I wish you good luck in the match." The young artist exclaimed, holding his lover in a loving hug.
Kisa let go, his face was so adorably flushed, Yukina couldn't stop himself. He brushed Kisa's stray strands of hair aside and planted a soft peck on his forehead.
The editor lost all his ability to speak, so flabbergasted like never before, he gaped at Yukina who flashed that prince smile he loved. "I love you, Kisa –san." He proclaimed in a full café. Thank goodness they were in a blind spot.
"I love your face!" The words slipped, he couldn't stop them.
Yukina pouted, drinking the coffee latte. "Again with just my face? That's cruel of you, Kisa –san…"
Kisa shook head and opened his mouth to say the undeniable truth - but Yukina simply nodded, taking his hand and they stayed that way. "I know, Kisa –san."
No more words were needed. Kisa enjoyed Yukina's company and Yukina bathed in Kisa –san's love.
XxX
That day, he woke up pretty late. His afternoon classes start at 13.25, he's got still a lot of spare time. There was no need to burst a muscle in a hurry.
He had four hours to get into a presentable state. He disentangled from the mess he made out of the sheets and sat up. The old man was gone, he didn't even wake him up to have breakfast together. This week has been about avoiding and being avoided. He wasn't gonna say it to Miyagi, but he didn't stop cooking for him this week out of spite. He did it, because he knew his cooking was still shitty and Shinobu didn't want to cause the old man a stomachache.
Knowing the way of Miyagi's thinking, he figured the man came to a very different conclusion of why he stopped cooking for him. Shinobu wandered into bathroom. Time to get ready. He had a study session in library with friends in an hour.
He took a shower, got dressed and ventured out. He'll buy something to eat in a convenience store, he mused.
Shinobu went on with his boring day, going to the study session and then attended the classes (most people were sleeping, which didn't sit well with Kamijou – sensei and he pelted them mercilessly) and he wondered why he hadn't seen Miyagi at school today. So after his last Japanese literature class was over, he went straight home. Old man is probably busy in office, he shouldn't disturb him.
In a really foul mood, he walked home with hands deeply showed inside his pockets. Of course Miyagi won't be home. He's got his work to do.
So when he turned the key and saw his shoes, he didn't believe his eyes. He kicked off his shoes, shed the coat, haphazardly threw his bag on the floor and ran.
He was met with Miyagi in apron. They shared a confused look, before Miyagi sighed and facepalmed. "There goes my surprise… You're back earlier than I expected, Shinobu –chin."
Shinobu could smell it from the hallway - but to see it… "Miyagi… weren't you supposed to be at school?"
Miyagi shrugged, getting a small bowl for tasting the miso soup. "It's okay. Kamijou didn't mind."
From the short span of time he got to know Kamijou –sensei, Shinobu doubted the professor didn't mind. Miyagi put the bowl down and stirred. "Take a seat, Shinobu. It'll be done momentarily. Oh, could you get plates out?" He asked, distracted.
Shinobu went to the cupboard and gathered what Miyagi requisitioned, putting it down in the dining room, neatly.
"Miyagi, let me help you with something." Shinobu said, joining up with in the kitchen. He helped with carrying, unsure of why Miyagi decided to cook all of sudden.
Then, it struck Shinobu. For him?
Confronted with the truth, Shinobu tensed up when they sat down behind the dining table. Shinobu picked up the chopsticks and dug in. The flavor was good, it was more than edible. The heavy atmosphere lingered as they ate.
Miyagi stole a few glances, noticing how pinkish was Shinobu becoming with each mouthful he swallowed. He's cute… and he looks so happy. The professor felt like such a huge idiot, glancing at his lovable boyfriend.
When they finished eating, they put the empty plates aside.
Shinobu had to man up. Miyagi was standing up to take care of dishes, when he was stopped by a hand. He looked down, puzzled and found Shinobu clinging to his arm, looking somewhere above his head. "Thank you for making this dinner… also, I should wish you good luck, old man. For tomorrow…" Shinobu said what was on his heart the entire week, turning even pinker. He caught Miyagi's tie and jerked him down.
Miyagi was left dumbfounded, feeling Shinobu's lips on his cheek.
Shinobu realized what he just did, backing off and nervously waited for his course of action.
Miyagi's eyes widened as he touched the spot, gazing at the most beautiful blushing face in front of him. Emotions were too much to handle, Miyagi crushed Shinobu's much more slender body with his in embrace.
Shinobu relaxed in his arms, because that was what he wanted this week all along. "Miyagi…"
His eyes focused on Shinobu's ears. He's beet red. Adorable…
Miyagi could feel their heartbeats. He let go before he bent one of the rules (he'd get royally yelled on for that by both teams) and noted how Shinobu's lips quivered. Miyagi smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "Good luck, Shinobu – chin."
When he heard that, Shinobu turned and bolted into his room, locking it. Miyagi leaned on the dining table, amused by Shinobu's reaction. He's so earnest. It's among one of his qualities, qualities he adores and loves.
He gathered the dishes and put them in the sink. He'll wash them up later…
Miyagi went into the neighboring bedroom, going straight to bed. He's an old man, after all. He needs energy for the match. A grin spread on his face as he put the covers over himself.
God, he loved that kid so much.
XxX
They were so close, and yet, they couldn't express their feelings. For they weren't alone. Chiaki looked at that stoic face briefly, thinking. They are finally in one room. It's a first this week. Chiaki hadn't seen Tori at all.
Something was weighing down on him. Tori's cool posture was forced, strenuous. Chiaki wasn't paying attention to the panels and almost snipped off more of background than he should have. One of the assistants sitting nearby noticed and she was enraged. "Sensei! You should stop staring at Hatori – san so much, it's ruining your concentration! You nearly destroyed half the page." She scolded him severely and he dropped head in slight shame.
Tori was undoubtedly looking at him. Still, his assistant is right. They are nearly out of time, he mustn't dilly – dally. Focus, focus!
He did his best and they worked in a collective silence from that point, scribbling of coloring pencils and other tools alike were the only sounds resonating in the crowded studio.
Hours later, they finalized the finishing touches. Burnt – out, Chiaki saw the assistants off, they left one after another, biding goodbye. When the last one left, his strength has forsaken him. His vision blurred. He'll collapse…
Chiaki found himself in strong arms. Tori bolstered him from behind, with a dead look. The author slipped out from his grasp and laughed nervously as he walked to the nearest room, which was living room. His feet carried him to the couch, where he fell face first.
Tori loosened his tie, going to the kitchen, where he got Chiaki a glass of water. He threaded towards his exhausted lover, standing over him. Chiaki looked at him with tired eyes. "Tori, you're still here?"
The editor sat down. "Here, it's just tap water, but you need to keep hydrated." Chiaki shot up, forgetting about their lack of closeness and took the offered glass, gobbling down its contents like a shark.
He stopped when he saw Tori's entertained expression. "I'm thirsty…" he defended himself and Tori snorted. "Yoshino, come here for a bit."
Tori spread his arms and Chiaki froze. Was he…?
"Yoshino. I won't do anything, just come here."
Chiaki put the glass on the floor and lunged himself into Tori's embrace. He didn't anticipate the attack and it resulted in Chiaki being on top of him.
Blood rushed to his face and he wanted to get off, because this was worries development. Tori's hands snaked around his waist, pressing him so close, there were no gaps. "T- Tori!"
"The whole week, I missed you. When Takano gave us this day off, I knew this is it. We hadn't had a talk or close contact since last Saturday. Yoshino, just give me a few minutes."
Tori's voice was so desperate, he couldn't decline… not like he wanted. He returned his hug, melting into the warmness of being so close to the one he loved.
Who'd think Tori would get so clingy. He breathed in Tori's familiar scent… this felt so good. But wait, he's forgetting something, isn't he? He wanted to say something, what was it?
Chiaki thought about it, pondering for a while, while they laid motionless. Then, he remembered. He's so forgetful!
"Tori, I need to tell you something. Right now."
Hatori propped himself on elbows, curious.
Chiaki scolded himself for being a lot of things, being a coward for example. He can't go into the match, without saying it. He stood up and began pacing around, avoiding eye contact with the editor, who rose on his feet, following after through the hall to the main door.
There, Chiaki halted. He turned and tackled him, surprising him twice in a row. He wanted to kiss his cheek, but he nicked it, kissing a spot under Tori's right eye.
That was a bit too high, right? Never mind, the thought matters the most. He noted Tori's face turned a bit redder. "I wish you good luck for the match, Tori!"
A genuine smile appeared and Chiaki could feel himself becoming hotter and hotter, as the editor slanted down, returning the under eye kiss (his left side) and the author felt feverish.
Hatori always found him marvelous, but that stare with blush…
He grinned. "Good luck for the match, Yoshino."
Chiaki's heart fluttered when he saw that grin. Tori…
Hatori decided he shouldn't linger ( a, Yoshino needed rest, b, if he stayed longer… well) and he traipsed to the studio, while Yoshino stood there, still dumbstruck.
The editor collected his things, the finished manga pages and went to the door, where Yoshino was slowly coming out from the hormone induced stupor.
Hatori put on shoes, his coat and stashed his tools along with the pages into his spacious bag. "I'm leaving now. Sleep in bedroom, not on a couch, okay?"
Chiaki sulked. Who does he take him for? He's not a little kid. Still, his concern wasn't that of an editor, but the concern of a lover. He saw him off and shut the door.
He heard how Tori's long feet moved further and further until he couldn't hear anything. Only then he locked his main door, walked into his bedroom and crashed on the bed.
His last thoughts before sleep claimed him were of Tori.
XxX
People mistook him for an owl often. In reality, he was the opposite. He was a morning person. He woke up at 7.25 am. and scratched his head. Right, today is his day off. No assistant job or meet – up with the crazy bunch.
Yuu was happy he didn't have to see them, at least for today. The stupid match is inevitable, but once his team wins, that man will have to stay away from him, keep distance.
He knew nothing of the man. His child called him a "mother" and since then, he's been experiencing new feelings. It's been nothing but firsts since Yamato bumped into him.
Can love come out of nowhere, just like that?
Because if it was love, love towards Mino…
Yuu got peeved at himself. What is wrong with him?!
That man was weird, weird, weird!
Since when did he like that type? He liked slender types… and the hands were the decisive attractive points. He took a peek at his hands that day in store… and the bone structure was… dreamy. Just dreamy…
The kettle spewed off steam and Yuu nearly jumped out of his skin. He poured himself the pineapple tea.
It cannot be helped, he's thinking about Mino… why?
Because of the challenge and what would happen if Mino won?
…Would that be such a bad thing?
Yuu's face met the table. This isn't good. His gaze dropped at the newest unread copy of The Kan. That's right, he didn't read it yet…
Thinking about whether to read or save it for later, he decided he'll read it now. But first, he made himself a small breakfast and ate in peace, sipping now and then his tea.
He washed up and sat down, grabbing hold of The Kan. But, as he read, he wasn't thinking about the plot-line, nor the characters.
Yuu was thinking of Mino, again. He tossed the manga across the room, vexed to the point of frustration. He laid on the floor, looking at the white walls of his apartment. What's wrong with him?
He's never been distracted by anyone, anything when he read The Kan, not even when he still thought he had a chance with Chiaki.
It cannot be love. Cannot be. Impossible. He's not so easily taken in by someone. And yet… that fateful evening. It all began that night.
His phone rang. Lazily, he palpated the table and unlocked his screen, eyes scanning for the caller ID. Unknown… that's strange… Maybe he shouldn't pick up. But what if it's an assistant job offer?
Reluctantly, he picked it up. "Yanase Yuu, freelance manga assistant speaking." He said, formally.
A giggle. Yuu eyed his phone. What's so damn funny?
"Hello? Who am I speaking with?"
"I was told by Hatori that you'll be at home. I'll come by with Yamato around 12 o'clock. Have to pick him up from school and we'll come over. See you later, Yanase." He hung up. That voice couldn't be mistaken. Him.
… It took him a few seconds before he processed what the fuck just happened. Mino just invited himself and his son here, didn't he?
He gave him apartment critical look. It's so damn messy. Messy!
Yuu jumped on his feet and started cleaning as if his ass was on fire. Hardest (and longest) one to clean up squeaky clean was the living room, because that's where he spent most of his days at home.
Then, he stopped.
Why is he cleaning in the first place? He invited himself – Yuu certainly didn't invite Mino and his son over. He doesn't want to see Mino's face.
It was too late; whole apartment was grossly clean and he relapsed on the couch. He shouldn't have bothered to clean… so sleepy… he yawned.
Tiredness washed over him and he decided to take a nap…
Ringing, annoying ringing that didn't stop. He struggled getting up, oblivious of the jumble. He staggered on his feet.
Still a bit sleepy, he headed for the door, his mind blank. Yuu opened wide, ready to strangle the daredevil, who was abusing his bell.
Then, something collided with him. Yuu, disoriented staggered and looked down. "Yuu – onii – chan!"
What the - again with that kid? If he's here, then -
Mino seductively leaned on the door frame, with a smirk, watching how his son and Yuu were reunited.
Yuu saw the impossible man, but he had his hands full with the kid, who clung to him. "Onii – chan, I missed you so much!"
Huh… what's with the nickname… Mino probably told the kid it's not appropriate to call a grown man "mother"… No, that wasn't the issue!
He pushed the pushy kid away, making a distance between the two and himself, asking himself why he answered. Now he remembered – Mino invited himself and his son into his home, he cleaned the apartment and he fell asleep on the couch… He thought is was all just a nightmare… looks like it wasn't a dream.
Fuck this. They can't just barge in. He has every right to throw them out.
Yuu re - winded the events in mind, shaking head. "Why are you here? You hung up so suddenly."
Mino closed his main door, smirking. Yamato stood in the middle, glancing from one to another.
"Because I didn't want to give you time to weasel out. I've come on behalf of myself and my son. Just hear us out, Yanase."
His good manners will be his undoing, one day. He nodded shortly. Yamato smiled as he shed off the shoes and hurried after Yuu, who went to the kitchen.
Mino was busy with arranging his and Yamato's shoes, so when he ventured deeper into the apartment, he was met with a dreamy sight.
Yanase in a blue apron with yellow polka dots, cutting up vegetables. Damn, he's so sexy in that apron. He wanted to sneak a picture secretly so bad, but he couldn't. He knew it wouldn't please Yanase. And, he's come in peace today.
Yamato watched Yanase's every move with huge eyes of admiration. Like a puppy looking at his mother.
Yuu had enough of being stared at by them. He threw one spare apron at Mino, who caught it. "Help me out here. I'll make something for us and then we'll talk, if it's so important to you." He ordered him around bossily and Mino cackled at the really tsundere behavior Yanase was showing off.
Mino put on the apron and got a knife, he began slicing the onions…
Yuu's hands trembled slightly – Mino was so close… Then, there was the kid, who eagerly wanted to help. Yuu had other idea. "Leave the cooking to grown – ups, kid. Once you are older, then maybe you can help out. For now, help yourself to my manga collection on that shelf. It'll keep you busy while we're cooking."
Yamato pouted at the rejection and turned his back on them. "Onii – chan, you said the same as…" He didn't finish the sentence, running off towards the mentioned shelf to the living room.
That's one more problem less, Yuu thought absent – minded… and he was brought back to reality by feeling sharp pain.
He dropped the knife, his face twisted in a pained grimace. "Ouch!" he hissed, looking at the small (thankfully shallow) cut.
That incident didn't escape Mino's attention. He put his knife down and without thinking, he took Yuu's hand and inserted his injured finger in his mouth, sucking on it.
Yanase's reaction was expected; he blushed up brighter than the tomatoes he cut up into circles, looking away.
Making a fuss and noise would lure the kid back and he would see… this. Better not…
When he let go, the plop! sound resonated between them and Yuu snatched his hand away, glaring at him. He turned on the water and put his finger under the water's flow for half minute.
When he was done, he gave him another glare. "Do you have no shame? Your son is in the next room." He whispered in disbelief at the antics of the editor.
"What's so bad about it? If you hated it so much, you would have punched me already. Am I wrong?" he asked, cocking head to the side.
Yuu decided it's better if he won't answer. Why indulge a man like Mino? "I would have kicked you out were it not for your son. He looks hungry and you came here right after school and he probably didn't eat yet. He's also the reason why you're not bleeding from a broken nose. Consider yourself lucky." He exclaimed in a quiet tone as he put all the ingredients in a pot, turned on stove. He meant it as a threat to tread carefully.
What Mino heard was that Yamato wasn't just a random kid to him anymore and that meant it's only a matter of time before they aren't strangers no more.
He optimistically hummed, frying the meat on the pan.
Yuu gave up on understanding how Mino's thinking worked. He just warned him and he's humming… They finished the rest, while they took turns checking on the state of meat, vegetables and the soy sauce. And if Yamato was still reading.
Last Yuu checked on the boy, he was reading The Kan, the first ever chapters. He smiled and went back to kitchen.
The quick lunch was done forty – seven minutes later. They sat down behind the kitchen's table. Yuu had a set of four chairs. Well, at least they came in handy today.
It smelled delicious and Yamato smelled it. He came just in time, Yuu was serving them. He took into consideration that Yamato was a kid, so he adequately served on his plate.
Mino was observing Yanase and his behavior towards his son. He was gentle and kind. An ideal parent figure for love deprived children. God knew he was trying to be the best father, but it was obvious he needed someone; someone he would love and Yamato would accept easily.
Who'd knew he's find that person someday.
They began eating. Yamato tried the sauce with vegetables and his eyes sparkled, looking at Yuu. "Onii – chan, it's so good!"
Yuu found himself smiling at the boy, who just complimented his cooking. "Well… I picked up the recipe from my mother -" Yuu stopped, inwardly slapping himself. That kid gets strange every time the word is said.
To his surprise, Yamato giggled. "I'm a big boy, Onii –chan. I'm fine." He said bravely, but Yuu wasn't convinced. What happened to his mother? Was she… Mino's wife?
Yuu gripped the edge of table. What's the matter with him…
Yamato finished eating as first and with how kids are, he felt a bit sleepy. That's good. He'll get a chance to talk privately with Mino.
"You are free to sleep here for a while. How about my bed? I changed sheets this morning." Yuu offered and Yamato grabbed his hand, jumping excitedly.
Mino watched how Yuu and his son entered the bedroom. In the meantime, he washed the dishes, thinking about Yanase. They were gone for a while… maybe Yanase sung him a lullaby. It always worked on Yamato.
The freelance manga assistant dragged his feet into the inevitable confrontation. Splashing of water. Is Mino…? Technically, he's a guest, he shouldn't…
Curiously, he approached just in time to see the last spotless set of Yuu's plates being put away to dry. Then, Mino turned around.
They stayed quiet. Yuu couldn't handle the silence that lingered. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" Yuu threw him a bone, leaning on the counter next to him.
Mino dried his hands and joined him, side by side. He looked at the ceiling, contemplating about where to begin. It would be better to start from the beginning. "My sister and her husband died in a car accident. My grandparents live far from here and I didn't want to make things even harder on Yamato by sending him away to an unknown environment. I adopted him as my own son. My wife disliked Yamato, for he always compared her to my sister. One day, she couldn't take it and left us both. She divorced me. Since then, I've been caring for Yamato on my own. My tough schedule is making things more complicated. I want us to be a family… but I need someone to balance it with me. Someone, who loves both Yamato… and me."
What…? His mother died… Mino is divorced? And that last bit…
"I want to be with you. Please, fall in love with me and become Yamato's mother." Mino said, looking into Yuu's eyes.
He must have misheard. "This isn't funny. We're both men. I can't become a mother for him."
"I love you, Yanase. It happened like in one the manga's I'm editing. And Yamato already loves you as he loved his mother. It's destiny."
Yuu snorted. "I'm not interested in you. I feel for your son, but I'm male, through and through… besides…" Yuu started walking from him. "I've no interest in being the bottom. I prefer being the top in relationships. You're a top, too. It wouldn't work out." He said half – jokingly.
Mino tackled him and Yuu cursed under his breath. They landed on the floor with a thud. Yuu gasped from surprise as Mino pinned his arms in place and leaned down. Mino hovered above him with unreadable expression.
Yuu trashed around, but then he remembered that an innocent boy is nearby, sleeping. He stopped, biting into his lip.
Damn it. Mino's strong.
"I don't want to hurt you, Yanase. But I'm still a man. I can't resist temptation forever."
How could this happen, he's not an airhead like Chiaki. Mino stole his lips and Yuu whelped, trying to kick him off.
Mino would let him have a taste of feeling loved. So that he can't turn him down. He'll make him forget about the fruitless one – sided love.
Make Yanase Yuu his.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue penetrated through Yuu's shattered defense. Mino stifled his voice and enjoyed kissing the freelance assistant with bright red face.
Mino pulled away and let go of Yuu's hands. He's crossed the boundary… He didn't want to force himself on Yanase, but when he arrogantly told him they can't be together; something in him snapped and…
He stood up, going towards the bedroom. He woke up his sleepy son, saying they overstayed their welcome.
Yuu was still in shock. He didn't think he'll be so easily pinned down…
Meanwhile Mino and his son got re – dressed and they were leaving.
Leaving?! After what he did to him!
He stood up and ran up to them. Mino's back was turned. "Yamato, we're leaving."
The unknowing boy waved at Yuu, harboring a smile. "Bye bye, Onii –chan! I want to see you soon!"
"Good luck tomorrow, Yanase." He retorted and they left.
The door slammed.
Yuu sank to his knees, tears leaked down his reddened cheeks.
What the fuck is happening to his peaceful life?
How does he feel about Mino now?
He… didn't hate it. He hated the fact that everything will change after tomorrow. What if he wins? He won't see Mino and Yamato ever again?
… He wiped his tears. He's acting as if that was his first kiss. He gathered himself from the floor, sneering at the main door as if it hurt him.
Yuu snorted loudly. "Better start praying, Mino! No amount of luck will save you tomorrow!" He yelled, turning on heel, marching to his bed, majorly pissed off.
His hot heat calmed down under the covers.
Yuu touched his lips. His first kiss in a while tasted of meat.
He buried head in the pillow, embarrassed.
"Aaaaaaargh, screeew you! I'm going to sleep!"
Yuu closed eyes, but he laid there, thinking about… him!
Calm down, Yuu told himself.
He went to living room, because he wasn't getting sleep any time soon. He turned on the TV, hoping it will distract him long enough. In the middle of a hour long quiz show, he nodded off.
TO BE CONTINUED_