No strings attached

Pt.21- Allowance

Kirishima had just finished helping the younger man freshen up despite the protests and veiled threats. He claimed he had to take responsibility for dirtying him in the first place and helped as much as he could before leaving said man alone.

Now they were seated in the living room. The gray eyed man was snacking on the food and drinks he'd left there days earlier, and Kirishima was just watching him, his head resting against the palm of his hand.

He observed the younger for a bit longer before patting the space next to him. "Hey, come sit next to me." He ordered, watching as Yokozawa gathered his things and plopped down besides him. "Earlier you said you'd talk about your past with me-

"What do you want to know?"

"Huh?"

"Obviously I'm not going to give you an autobiography about my past. It'd be far too tiresome and boring, so just ask whatever you want to know."

"Oh, ok. How'd you get into that line of work?"

Yokozawa hummed softly and took on a thoughtful look. "I quit college and needed money."

"No, that's not what I mean. Like, you're actually a nice guy. How'd someone like you end up with that kind of job? Couldn't you wait tables or was dishes?"

"I could've but that doesn't bring in much money. As to your question- I got that job through a website. I don't recall which one, but it was a bit shady now that I think about it." He chuckled, opening a protein bar and taking a bite.

"Shady?"

"It was like some creepy advertisement that was discreetly asking for prostitutes."

"And you found nothing wrong with that?"

"Nope. I needed the money."

"What about your parents?"

"What about them?"

There was no hostility in his voice whatsoever. If anything, it sounded more intrigued than defensive. Instead of growing distant, he leaned in closer. "What do you want to know about them?"

"A while back I asked you if they supported you and you said they wouldn't if they knew what you did for a living. What does that mean?"

"That means that they don't know what I do for a living. I've never told them my job occupation. It's none of their business what I do."

Kirishima nodded in understanding. "Do you not get along with them?"

"I get along with them well enough..I suppose."

Hesitation. There was clear hesitation in the youngers voice.

"Well enough?"

"Don't get me wrong- I love my parents. It's just that we've never really seen eye to eye, and it doesn't help that the weren't around much when I was younger. They always put work before family."

"O-oh. I'm sorry-

"Don't be. I don't hold it against them. Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Try explaining how you budgeted your money again. I didn't quite understand what you were saying at the coffee shop."

"Ugh, you are slow." Gray eyes stared accusingly but under that annoyed facade was condescending humor. "Ok, so before I ran into you I'd earn about three thousand a week. 'Cause if you order a prostitute for an hour that's a hundred to five hundred dollars. I'd only go with the clients who paid five hundred and not take anymore."

"Wait. So you'd only accept one client a day for an hour."

"Mhmm." Yokozawa replied. "And a thousand of that goes to my rent, so in the end I'd end up with less than two thousand. This isn't deducting the part that my boss would take. Then there's the expenses that come with being a prostitute, like cuts, bruises, hickeys and whatever else ends up happening."