One last chance

Hell week came, but I had help

After Hiyori left for her school, Kirishima took his things and stepped outside from the cottage, once he put on his leathered shoes and his jacket. Today was going to be difficult due to the fact that they were going to have meetings about the numbers of books that are going to sell in the bookstores, so he needed to dress more formally than usual, something that makes him frown a bit.

He walked the streets, avoiding the traffic which was small due to the fact that there weren't too many cars since Sawara is a small town, with destination the Shirakawa publishing company.

He was ready to enter when suddenly he spotted with his peripheral vision a motorcycle stopped in front of the police station, which was two blocks away from the company, and the driver hopped from it, with the helmet still on his head. Kirishima chuckled with it and then took his phone from his pocket, dialing a number and then pushing the call button. The driver's phone rang and he immediately answered it, after he took off his helmet.

"Yokozawa speaking"

"This is how you greet people when they call you?"

"...What do you want Kirishima-san?"

"Just turn your head to your right", he said and then grinned when he saw steely grey eyes watching him, with brows slightly furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. Yokozawa ended the phone call and walked towards Kirishima, the helmet under his arm while his other was putting the phone in his pocket. The young man reached the editor, who slapped him on his back carelessly, making the latter hiss slightly. "Sorry"

"You don't even feel sorry about it!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Did you see your face when you slapped me?!"

"I always look at my face every morning in the mirror", he said with a wink but then chuckled when he saw Yokozawa narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, putting his helmet as a bracelet on his arm.

"I'm trying to understand why I am talking to you..."

"Because deep down you like me"

"Like hell I would like a person such as yourself!", he yelled but he composed himself quickly by taking breaths and massaging his temples with his fingers, something that made the editor's shoulders shake as if trying to laugh without betray himself. "Oi, why are you laughing?"

"I don't"

"Your shoulders are shaking damn it!"

"Maybe you see things you want to see"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You sure are mouthy for a police officer"

"I'm not a police officer! Working with the department doesn't mean I am one of them"

"Then, what is your occupation?"

"Investigator and guard. Once in a while, I am working in their office just to gain information about the criminals. But anyway, why are you asking me that? I believe that you already know it from Shichiro-san"

"I do know it, but I wanted to hear it from you"

"Why are you so persistent to learn about me?"

"Honestly? I don't know... It's just, all the people are open generally but unlike them, you are so closed, like you've built too many walls around you so no one can enter inside and learn more about the creation with the name Yokozawa Takafumi", he explained to the young man while rubbing his nape, but then he saw wide eyes looking at him, lips parted and brows raised. The dashing guard was definitely surprised to hear those words coming from a man he hardly knew for about three weeks. "Hit the nail in the head, right?"