Chapter 6

While Kirishima was showering, there was a sudden tap at the main door. Yokozawa get off the couch and went to answer the door. It was the pizza delivery Kirishima ordered. He paid for the pizza and placed it on the table in front of the couch before going to the kitchen and returned back to the living room with two plates and two can of beers on his hands.

He sank into the couch once again, taking a sip of the beer. It's rather weird for Hiyori to forget her own father's birthday. Had they celebrated in advance, or had she really forgotten about it?

"Oh? The pizza's already here?" A male voice spoke from behind, startling Yokozawa for a second. With a white towel covering his head, Kirishima, wearing a light brown tee-shirt and a long grey track pant, walked out of his room, with his right hand rubbing his hair through the towel to dry his hair.

"Yeah," Yokozawa answered back, taking another gulp of the beer, finishing it.

"Come and eat, I've already taken the beers and your plate. Oh, di you want cheese or chili flakes, or both?" He informed while he opened up the lid of the pizza boxes, revealing the Hawaiian pizza beneath the lid. He reached for the chili flakes packets, flipping it in his dominant hand before opening while waiting for the man to voice out his opinions.

There was a long paused in the conversation. Puzzled, Yokozawa turned to Kirishima, only to see his gaze fixed on him, with a warm smile on his face. His stare made Yokozawa uncomfortable. "What?"

"You're behaving just like what a wife would normally do." Kirishima commented nonchalantly, still mopping his wet hair with the towel.

The corner of Yokozawa's lips twitched accordingly right at Kirishima's words, his eyes narrowing, brows knitting together. "Why must you link everything to that?"

"I'm just stating my opinion," Kirishima settled down beside Yokozawa, his hand reaching for the packet of cheese on the table. "I think it suits you."

"Thanks, but no thanks." He growled, his cheeks heated up at the equivocal remarks. "It's unnecessary."

"It's a pity that you can't fit into a wedding dress..."

"I'm a man, not a woman." Yokozawa snapped back, redness starting to emerge on his face, unknown if it was due to embarrassment or anger or irritation at Kirishima's remarks. He opened up a new can of beer and gulped down, putting the can down with a loud thud. "Stop all these ridiculous remarks and eat your pizza."

"Yes ma'am." The curve at the end of Kirishima's lips just simply curved up more.

"Wha—Fuck off and die, dammit!" he cursed, totally irritated. Just you wait. He swore to himself, someday he will get his revenge on him.

"Whoo~~." Finishing off with the last bite of pizza, Kirishima satisfyingly rubbed his stomach, sprawling on the floor. "I'm full~!"

"You're gonna turn fat lying on the floor just right after you finished eating." Yokozawa criticized as he rested the brim of the beer can on his lower lip. He let out a silent chuckle when he imagined the Kirishima who'd grown fat, losing his nicely shaped figure.

"Don't worry; I've my way to exercise it off." Kirishima informed as he sat up, with a significant smug on his face. "With your participation, that is."

And as if he wanted to show him what kind of exercise he meant, Kirishima pounced onto Yokozawa. Like a predator trapping its prey, he locked him in his arms, his whole body weight suppressing onto the man below him.

"Fuc—What the hell are you doing this for?!" Yokozawa hollered at the older man for the sudden approach. "Get off me, dammit!"

"I'm trying to show you my way of burning off the calories." Kirishima explained, the irritating smirk already forming on his face.

"You don't have to show me, I don't need to know!" Yokozawa struggled, protesting firmly. But no matter how much he resisted, Kirishima refused to budge.

"Like all exercise, you first have to do some warming up." Kirishima continued his explanations, filtering out what Yokozawa protested.

And as if as a way to demonstrate how his warming up was done, he leaned in to kiss lightly all the way down Yokozawa's neck, beginning from Yokozawa's flushing red cheeks, licking it as he traveled down.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Just when Yokozawa wanted to rejoinder back, something came across his mind and he struggled off Kirishima's grip, pushing his face to the side with his hand. " I said for you to wait!"

"Don't wanna." Kirishima answered back childishly, refusing to stop.

"It's important, you bastard! Just stop first!" Yokozawa commanded with a loud voice, pushing the man above away with all his might.

Kirishima grumpily sat up, dissatisfied was all written on his face. "It better not be an excuse from you to run away."

"Like hell," finally free, Yokozawa quickly stood up. "Wait here." He ordered, heading towards the kitchen.

Well, guessed it's time for the entry of the cake.

He carefully took the cake out of the white box, decorating the candles on the cake and took out the lighter that he had prepared just now and lit the candles before he transferred the cake from the table into his hands, walking at a slow pace out of the kitchen to prevent the flame of the candles from extinguishing.

The moment he appeared in the living room with the cake cupped in his hands, Kirishima shown an obvious sign of astonishment, with body froze in place, his eyes widened in surprised, mouth opened as if he wanted to say something but no sound was heard.

Observing the Kirishima who was currently in a state of shock, Yokozawa grinned satisfyingly, contented that his effort had paid off.

"Th-this i-is…?" Kirishima continued to stare at the cake, stuttering as he watched Yokozawa carefully placing the cake on the table in front of him, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the 'happy birthday' label on the cake.

"For me?" He pointed at himself, dumbfounded, successfully amused Yokozawa with his silly reaction.

"Who do you think it's for, then?" Yokozawa challenged, before his eyes flickered away at his next sentence. "It's…It's your birthday right? You said it in the morning… So…" For some reasons he felt shy, or even embarrassed as he confess up, his heart beating strongly as if he was a high school brat giving his first confession .

"Happy birthday, Kirishima-san." Summoning up all the courage within him, his eyes focused on Kirishima's eyes, before they were diverted away once again, staring down at the table. "Sorry that I didn't prepare any present."

"Well… This is enough." Kirishima responded, still recovering from the shock. This time, it was Kirishima's face which started to turned hot red.

Looks like all his effort was not in vain. Yokozawa thought to himself, gratified to see the shock expression on Kirishima's face.

"Quit blushing; Make a wish and cut the cake." Yokozawa snorted, feeling super delighted, over the moon as he teased Kirishima, given that the chances of him having his revenge on the older man was deemed rare—Even though he knew he would have to pay for the price later on but well, one must seize the rare chance when available.

"Aren't you going to sing the birthday song for me?"

"Hell no—. You're not a kid." Yokozawa shrugged his shoulders when he imagined the scenario where he sing birthday song to Kirishima, with a happy face, clapping his hand along with the song in an enthusiastic manner –Hell no! There's no way that's gonna happen! His eyes narrowed. The thought of him singing just made him felt disgusted. He wasn't the kind that would do all these kind of stuff—especially if the person was Kirishima Zen.

Understanding that it's unlikely that Yokozawa would sing a birthday song, Kirishima interlocked his hands together, closing his eyes and made a wish. He then flung open his eyes and blew the candles. He quickly cut the cake—not forgetting Hiyori's share and put a slice of cake on their plate, packing the remaining portion of the cake back into the box before they started tasting the cake.