One last chance

Saturday came, but my mind is still drifting

Kirishima was now sitting outside his balcony Saturday afternoon, drinking a can of beer and watching the bright sun above him. The breeze was wonderful and sakura's petals were dancing all over the sky.

However, for more that a couple of days he was feeling rather sad, but also relieved to finally understand why he liked hanging out with Yokozawa. He was deeply in love with this stubborn man and couldn't help but grin at the realization. He finally found someone he would love properly again, but unfortunately the feelings weren't mutual.

The editor held with his one hand the railing tightly and his other the can, his head lowered while his lips slightly parted, with a sigh escaping from them. Fortunately, Hiyori went outside with her new friends from school to watch a movie they desperately wanted to see since its release, but their parents didn't allow them to go at the premiere due to the fact that it would be crowded at the cinemas.

The editor sighed again out of frustration, remembering what exactly happened. He was holding tightly the collar of Yokozawa's jacket while stealing a passionate kiss from him. The young man was frozen in place and couldn't do anything but open slightly his lips, a tongue entering inside without hesitation,deepening the kiss a bit.

"Ngh!", the dark haired guard tried so desperately after some seconds to free himself from Kirishima's hold, hitting him on his back with his fisted hand only to challenge the editor more, as a result the kiss became deeper and deeper. Feeling the other's legs go numb, the dashing curly haired man snaked his arm around the younger's waist, holding him still and steady. For Kirishima it seemed like a few seconds passed.

He wanted more but he released the young man from his grip, who leaned with his back over the stand that was on his right, his hand immediately catching the stand's edge with a firm hold. Steely grey eyes turned to see almond ones, which showed nothing but calmness. "What the fuck are you doing? In such a place? And your daughter some steps away!"

"Come on, nothing happened"

"Nothing happened?! You kissed me here! In the genkan! Without my permission!!"

"But it seems you liked it", he said and then saw Yokozawa wiping his lips with the back of his hand, with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows more furrowed than ever. "And don't tell me that was your first kiss"

"W-What?!"

"You seemed so innocent and made me think that I stole your first kiss. But apparently, I didn't. It would be sad if I did"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"Why are you asking that kind of thing?"

"Kissing another man? You pulled a trick on me, didn't you?! "

"Come on, don't be like a teenage chick who was caught by her parents making out with her boyfriend"

"I-I can't stand it anymore. I'm leaving"

"Oi, Yokozawa wait!", he said and went outside once the young man ran away from him. The editor spotted him some blocks away from his cottage and ran towards him to catch him as fast as he could. After a few minutes, Kirishima grabbed him from his forearm, the latter trying so desperately to release himself from that firm hold. "Yokozawa"

"Let me go!"

"Listen to me"

"Let me go!"

"Takafumi!", Kirishima shouted, catching Yokozawa's surprised look in his eyes, those eyes he fell in love on first sight, those mesmerizing orbs that show anger, but deep down hide sadness and terror. God, how many walls did he build around him all these years? "Please, listen to me..."