The whispers of a heart [BL]

Chapter 2

It's been two months now and I still can't hear Kurosawa-san's thoughts. I have started to get used to his random visits as well. Like the other day, for example.

It was Friday evening and I had just finished writing a particularly difficult part of the story, when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a plastic bag dangling in front of my eyes.

"What's this?" I asked, knowing perfectly well whose face was hiding behind the bag.

"It's beer and snacks. I thought we could hang out and have a little chat." Kurosawa-san replied, shifting the bag out of the way and revealing a wide smile.

"Go away. I'm busy." I said, about to shut the door in his face. But Kurosawa-san was quicker than me and managed to slip through the crack and enter the apartment.

"Don't be like that." He said while placing the bag on the kitchen counter. "It's Friday evening. It's the perfect time for friends to have a drink and just talk."

"Who's your friend here? I don't see anyone." I snarled, leaning against the door, which was now rendered useless. It appeared that it couldn't keep away a slippery person like Kurosawa-san.

"You may brandish your sharp tongue at me, but I know that you are really a nice guy." he said, obviously ignoring my annoyed expression.

He turned his head and gave me one of his dazzling smiles. Even the corners of his eyes crinkled. At this point, there was nothing I could do. He was already inside and simply throwing him out didn't seem possible. There was only one thing to be done, take a deep breath and try to relax. Besides, I couldn't hear any weird thoughts from him so there was nothing much to worry about.

Without sparing a single moment, Kurosawa-san took my kitchen as his own. He placed the snacks in bowls, grabbed the bag with the beer cans and brought everything into the living room.

"Oh, before we start drinking, I have to ask." Kurosawa-san said stopping before he opened his beer. "Have you had dinner yet? If not, you should probably eat something. Drinking on an empty stomach is unwise."

"I already ate." I replied simply, taking a sit across from him at the short table.

"Really? Did you eat instant noodles again?" he questioned with a slight frown between his eyebrows.

"I had takeout. Yakisoba and ramen." I replied, picking up a can of beer and opening it.

"Oh, that sounds like a hearty meal. I'm glad."

"Why do you care so much whether I eat food or not? It's not like you owe me anything." I asked, feeling half curious and half confused. Really, what was inside this person's head, caring so much about a stranger.

"Of course, I care!" he yelped. "You are our most prized author, so it's only natural to take good care of you. Besides, if anything happened to you, Kota-san would have my head on a spike."

"You're exaggerating."

"Actually, I am not." He said, opening his beer and taking a big gulp. Then, he looked up and continued to speak calmly. "Before I first came to see you, Kota-san told me to take good care of you. He also said that after Haruka-san left you will find it difficult to adjust to someone new."

"That meddlesome person." I grumbled, taking a large gulp of beer. What was Kota-san thinking, telling this guy all this stuff?

"Perhaps, but that just means he cares about you."

I didn't answer to that and he didn't push me for a reply either.

After that, we spent several minutes, quietly sipping our beers. If I had to be honest, I would probably say that it felt strangely comfortable. Sitting at a table with Kurosawa-san, drinking beer and simply chatting like this... it wasn't so bad, I guess.