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(TW: SLIGHT UNDERTONED HOMOPHOBA! ITS 1930'S, CMON)
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(I personally headcanon that Taka doesn't have his bio mother as a part of his life, but I'll give him one for this oneshot! \(^o^)/)
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(More tumblr posts giving me inspiration? I think so!)
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Everyday, Kiyotaka, a young man, helped the young navy men load and unload boxes from ships, since he got it as a side job to help supply this family.
Though, what he was unaware of;
He had an admirer.
There was a family that sold basically whatever they could make to supply their family;
Bread, hot and cold meals, wood carvings, whatever.
It was a Owada family, which now only loosely had two brothers.
Every day after Taka finished, he'd sit on a empty crate and read his book.
The younger brother of the Owada family, Mondo, couldn't get his eyes off the man.
He was truly eyeing Taka in a truly sinful way.
The man was so attractive in Mondo's eyes.
He was afraid his brother was going to catch on.
Along side, Kiyotaka's mother would stop down and walk with her son home.
His mother was a very gorgeous woman, indeed, but Mondo was focused on her son.
"Aye, got yer eyes on a married woman, huh?"
His older brother, Daiya, jokingly punched his brother's shoulder.
"Wh-what-?! No!"
Mondo agured back.
"Eh don't be ashamed, pretty sure every man around by these docks stares."
The older brother laughed, checking their stock.
Mondo huffed, and looked back up.
The man was gone.
Mondo swore to himself he'd spark some chitchat with him if he ever stopped by their stand.
He swore he'd fight Daiya to get to check him out.
The brother groaned.
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The next day came around and Taka did his usual rituals.
Today he stopped at Mondo and Daiya's stand.
And Daiya just so happened to be somewhere else, not at the stand that day.
Mondo huffed, trying to control himself, not nervously yell at the man.
Today they were selling fresh baked bread Daiya scrapped together yesterday.
"Ah, my pardon, but how much are your loafs?"
Kiyotaka asked.
Mondo huffed, and stammered;
"5¢-"
"Ah, alright! May I buy one?"
The boy asked as he reached into his pocket to grab some coins.
Mondo aggresivly nodded as he grabbed a loaf, internally yelling at himself acting so nervous around him.
Mondo handed him a loaf, Taka handed him the money.
"Thank you, sir!"
Kiyotaka smiled at him, making direct and strong eye contact, before breaking it by turning away and beginning to walk.
Mondo let out a breath.
That god damned smile he just gave him.
And then walked away like nothing??
There was no way he was that oblivious!
Couldn't see Mondo's truly sinful imagination, dreams, and thoughts!
How could a man feel such romantic emotions towards another man?!
How sinful!
How disgusting!
Mondo huffed, and continued what he was doing.
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Taka only came to the stand another one time but Mondo couldn't get to help him, Daiya did instead.
Mondo needed to talk to him more deeply.
Maybe even learn his name.
So Mondo asked to be excused once during a shift.
Daiya didn't care and let the boy run.
Mondo waited for Taka to be done with his routine.
Then, Taka went to sit and read.
He let the boy read for a bit before approaching him.
"Hey-"
He awkwardly began.
"Oh, my pardon! Do you wish to sit here?"
Kiyotaka was about to get up.
"Oh- No no no you're fine-!"
Mondo stammered, sitting next to him.
"Just wanted to uh...get your name.."
That was good enough for Mondo, just to get his name.
"Oh! Kiyotaka Ishmaru! Who?"
The boy exclaimed.
"Mondo... Owada."
He finished.
"Wonderful, ho-"
"Taka!"
The boy turned his head to see his mother waving to him.
"My dearest apologies..I must go. Have a good day!"
Kiyotaka stood up and ran off towards his mother.
Mondo huffed, at least he got his name.
That was good enough.
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