Meet me in Tokyo
One thing that Tokiya didn't expect was to have a crush at his age. At first he wouldn't even admit it was a crush. He called it curiosity, so he could spare himself the embarrassment. Not like he had anyone to tell anyways. He rarely talked to his family, aside for his cousin Masato. But Masato has his own things to worry about. So Tokiya tried not to bother him much.
Even if he were to tell Masato, what exactly would he tell him? Oh hey Masa, guess what. There's this sexy guy at work who has two daughters and is probably married, but fuck it I like him.
No, he couldn't say that. His parents would probably disown him for liking a man. Not to mention, even the inkling idea of an affair. Besides the redhead had made it abundantly obvious that he didn't have time for others. He kept to himself more than even Tokiya.
Tokiya sighed heavily. He tapped his pen against his deal, keeping rhythm with the song that had slowly snuck it's way back into his head. He almost started to hum along when he pushed the rim of his thick black glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose (this is why he preferred contacts), but he managed to stop himself. He didn't care that he was alone in his apartment, he refused to let himself sing Justin Bierber.
His eyes glanced down to the calendar sitting on his desk. A date that steadily approached, circled in a red marker, caught his attention. A Friday. Why hadn't he thought to move it back to a Saturday or something?
Oh well. Next time he would make sure to push stuff like that back. He was an adult with a job. An important job that he had gotten through a friend. He was luck that Eiichi had even thought of him he didn't want to male the boss' son look bad, by having to dip out early. Not that it would hurt them any. He also didn't want to inconvenience Otoya with stacking on more work for him.
"It should be fine, just this once." He mumbled to himself.
That's right. It wasn't that important, just a casual check up. And, to be honest, ever since he had gone to the hospital with Otoya, and gotten him to open up, he had really started to look forward to getting to know the redhead. Even little things would do. Like, Otoya was older than him, by five years. With some quick math in his head, not wanting to ask, Tokiya had realized that Otoya was fairly young when his daughters were born. He couldn't have been older than seventeen.
Another thing, Otoya didn't like to talk about his wife. He knew she wasn't in the picture, but he didn't know what had happened to her. Based on the fact the he still wore his ring, albeit on a chain around his neck (Tokiya figured he didn't want people to ask, and that's why he hid it under his shirt), that she didn't leave him. He probably just didn't like to talk about his family at work.
Tokiya sighed, with a blush rising on his cheeks. "I can't wait to see him again." His blue eyes widened under the thick black frames. He shook his head furiously. "What's wring with me?"
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Otoya groaned while he rolled over. Or rather, he groaned at the lack of rolling he should have been doing in his queen sized bed. It was one thing when he had to put up with two five year olds having nightmares, but two fourteen, almost fifteen year olds. That wasn't even the worst of it. Both of his girls were edge of the bed people, meaning he got sandwiched in the middle.
"Get up." He said hoarsely. "Seriously, get up."
His squirming only seemed to make Tomo, who enjoyed being the big spoon, snuggle in deeper against his back. She gave him a grunt of acknowledgment but that was all her sleepy brain could muster.
Haruka on the other hand, bolt up right at the sound of his voice. She blinked her blurry eyes a few times, rubbed them, yawned, then settled back down into her original position. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Otoya would have never known that she had even moved.
"Haru." He could barely move without Tomochika squeezing the life out of him, which wasn't exactly high of his list of things to do that morning. "Haruka, wake up."
"Mhhm." The blue pillow muffled her voice.
"You'll be late for school." That was a lie. Otoya usually woke up an hour before them so he could get ready without having to wait forever for the bathroom. Honestly he had no idea how it could take them so long. Tomo took an hour by herself, and she didn't do her make-up, her hair, or even get dressed in there. All if those tasks were accomplished in her room. And showering doesn't take an hour!
"Wakie, wakie." He cooed.
"Little longer." She muttered.
He tsked at his luck. With a lot of luck, he figured he could pry himself away from Tomochika's arms. But he knew he couldn't move without waking both girls up.
He sighed. "I guess I'll just take a shower when I get home from work today."
He decided to close his eyes and get more sleep. The last thing he wanted to do was have two girls so pissed off at him first thing in the morning.
Otoya tried to fall back to sleep. It was impossible for him. Now that he knew his girls were cuddling up next to him, he wanted to be conscious of his older twin's casted arm. He wanted to chuckle at how reckless she had been. She refused to tell him what happened when he and the blue haired man went to pick her up, but Haruka told him later. She had been goofing around while climbing the wall for her gym class.
Tomochika wasn't happy either. She was told she had to keep it on for at least six weeks. Two weeks in, here she was being just as clumsy as ever. Then again, even when she tried, Tomo just couldn't sit still.
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"...And he totally bought it. Eiji is so gullible." Eiichi laughed at his own story while Otoya and the bluenette exchanged glances. "So Otoya how was your weekend?"
The redhead rolled his eyes. "Why do you insist on eating lunch with us today?"
His Monday would be perfect if his boss didn't force himself into the conversation. Although he normally worked during lunch, he did slow his pace so he and Tokiya could enjoy their 'break'.
"Because I care about you." A smile frowned on Eiichi's lips.
"Ew." Otoya scooted as far away from his as his chair would let him. "You're grossing me out."
"Meanie." The boss feigned hurt then turned to Tokiya. "How was you're weekend Toki?"
Blue eyes looked up from his lunch, the sandwich he had bought from the store just down the road. "Fine. Perfect. Why?"
"You're lunch looks awful. You should have Otoya's girls make you a bento."
The redhead looked offended. "I make my lunch. And theirs."
"What are you, a housewife?" Eiichi teased.
"You know it." Red eyed rolled.
"Let me have a piece." Eiichi leaned over and stabbed a bit of what looked like chicken with a chopstick. Before Otoya could even open his mouth or swat the other man's hand away, he popped it in his mouth and chewed. "I'd except it to taste bad, but you're pretty good."
"Don't take what you want."
"Oh Otoya!" Eiichi cupped his face. "Be my wife! I'll let you cook for me, and I'll take good care of your girls. Please."
"Go die." Otoya glared at him.
"Is it really that good?" Tokiya looked at Eiichi.
He nodded. "Want me to get you a piece?"
"No!"
Otoya frowned. "Don't think I won't kick your ass because you're my boss."
The brunette looked at him with a fake shocked expression. "Honey, you wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
"I will destroy you." Otoya laughed.
"Maybe later, I have to go." Eiichi stood, dusting himself off, and leaving.
"I thought he would never go." The redhead sighed.
"Yeah." Tokiya looked back down at his almost finished lunch.
"Do you want a piece?"
"Huh?"
Otoya glared at him. "Do you to try a piece?"
"N-no, that's okay." Tokiya shook his head.
"I don't mind. I just didn't want that jerk to take it all." Otoya pick up a small bit and held it out for him. "It will go to waste if you don't take it."
xxx
One day turned to two. Two days to four. A week to two weeks, and Tokiya was enjoying it. Otoya could tell. The blue haired man would always have a smile, as small as it was sometimes, on his face.
Otoya didn't even realize how fast the days were flying by. Before he knew it was the middle of the day in the middle of the week. He had been in such a daze, just mindlessly doing his work, he hadn't even noticed a certain brunette walk up.
"Tokiya~." Eiichi cheered. "So Masa called me last night-"
"Did he? Good for him." Tokiya interrupted sharply. His blue gaze seemed slightly more angry that Otoya had seen before. He shifted in his chair so his body was facing Otoya, but his eyes stayed on their boss.
"Don't be so mean." Eiichi placed his hands on Otoya's deal and leaned heavily on it. His face was stern. "Mind coming over this weekend. We could talk and stuff."
"No!" He yelled. "I have plans."
"Really?"
His eyes flickered over to to the redhead. "Yeah, Otoya and I were just talking about how we would enjoy a beer at his place."
"Oh?" Eiichi looked over at his other employee. "Mind if I join?"
Otoya looked between Tokiya's pleading eyes and Eiichi's bright purple ones. "Sorry. My girls are having their boyfriends over, and I just wanted Tokiya to help me cook."
"So you are only using me?" Tokiya mocked a hurt expression.
" I thought I told you that."
"Mmm." The blue haired one thought. "No. But that's fine, it's still a free meal and beer."
"Okay." Eiichi eyed them before starting to walk away.
"Thank you." Tokiya mouthed.
Otoya was smart enough to wait until the brunette was far from hearing distance before looking over and asking. "So what time should I expect you?"
"What?"
"You kind of have to come now." The ginger explained. "Or he'll find put you're lying."
"So wait. You're daughters have dates. Won't I be intruding?" He asked turning back to his computer screen.
"Not really." A glance back at the other male out of the corner of his eyes, to see him staring at him in shock. "I don't really mind."
"Thank you." Tokiya smiled.
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Tokiya had been looking forward to it. Saturday that was. But Friday came first unfortunately. And Friday was like hell for him.
His alarm clock didn't go off in time. His suit was crinkled and messy. He must have tripped over random things around his room. He couldn't even find his contacts when he went into the bathroom.
"This is going to be one hell of a day." He glanced up at the mirror drying the water his face.
On his way to work was just as bad, he missed his bus and had to walk. Leaving him no time to do his normal run to the store, to eat lunch.
When he finally got to sit down, he felt like he just flopped in his chair, totally exhausted already, and let the worries rolled off him.
"Rough morning?" Otoya sat in his chair.
"Ugh." He sighed. "I would say you won't understand but you probably would."
"Yeah, I probably would." Otoya pointed at his nose, before turning back to his computer screen. "Digging the new look though."
Tokiya's eyes rolled.
"Not a big fan?" Otoya said, his focus on his work broke to look to glance back at is 'friend'. "Are you okay?"
The younger one blinked. "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Tokiya could feel eyes on him throughout the rest of the morning. He knew that the slightly concerned redhead was probably watching just to make sure that he really was okay. Which he was totally fine! By the time lunch rolled around it really started to bother him.
"Otoya, please stop." He sighed.
"What, I'd not doing anything."
"You're weirding me out."
"Sorry." Otoya looked up. "You're just super pale."
"You're imagining it." His voice was harsh.
"If you say so."
Tokiya stood up, hands resting on his desk as a wave of dizziness swept over him. He couldn't feel himself hit the floor, but he heard it. Along with a shout from Otoya and what seemed like a whisper from Eiichi maybe.
'Oh man.' He thought.
These chapters take me a little longer since I have no idea how to write romance or for people older than me.
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SK