"Well...th-this is nice, right? We've never done this before." My mother gulps, looking around the dinner table.I glare at the plate in front of me, irritated that I got dragged into this dinner.
Why is everyone acting like nothing happened? Someone just fucking died and they want a family dinner?!
"You look so tense." Masato, the man who I burst into tears for just an hour ago, chuckles a bit and places a hand on my shoulder. "You never change, huh?"
"I would like to go home." I say quietly, looking over at him.
"I know you do princess. Let's just get through dinner and I'll take you home, okay?" He ruffles my hair and I grumble under my breath. "Today is a day of mourning, let's respect that yeah?"
"...yes" I mumble, practically pouting.
Masato laughs, shaking his head.
"You're so cute."
"Ahem." Kei clears his throat, looking in our direction from the other side of me.
"Ah, I don't think you've introduced us to this young man yet." Setsuko looks at me with a hesitant smile. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend?" Masato scoffs. "No way."
"He is." I reply and Masato looks at me in shock.
"BOYFRIEND?!" He exclaims, turning to Arai who somehow ended up having dinner with us. "YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND!"
"I didn't know!" Arai puts his hands up in the air.
Masato turns to me, cupping my face as he internally panics.
"You're too young for a boyfriend. No boyfriends, okay? Even if he's the Prince of Africa. I won't allow it." He says and I raise an eyebrow.
"Does Africa have royalty?" I ask and he blinks a couple of times.
"I don't know. That's not the point though." He scoffs and I chuckle softly.
"Dad, he's really nice. Don't talk about him like he's not here." I remove his hands and turn to Kei who has a horrified expression on his face.
"D-Dad...?" Kei questions and I nod, smiling happily for the first time in forever.
"Mm! Kei, this is my real dad. Dad, this is my boyfriend Tsukishima Kei." I introduce them. I should have done it earlier but I was sobbing so there wasn't really time to...
Kei immediately stands up and deeply bows to him, making my eyes widen.
"I am so sorry, I had no idea you were her father. You look so young and I just assumed–" He cuts himself off. "...I'm sorry. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's alright. Please sit down." Masato says and Kei does.
This man...he didn't think my dad was some sort of love interest did he? Ew, weirdo.
"What are your qualifications?" Masato raises an eyebrow at Kei and my eyes widen.
"Hey, let's not do this right now." I shake my head frantically but my father purses his lips.
"I just want to make sure he's a good man." He shrugs and I deadpan.
"Says the home wrecker." I scoff and he gasps.
"Well if I didn't wreck this home you wouldn't have been born, would you?" He asks and I giggle a bit.
"True. True."
"Ah...this is nice." Setsuko says and we all look over at her to see her tearing up again. "Isako...is really the happiest when she's with you, Masato-Kun."
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I collapse onto my bed, groaning as I push my socks off with my feet.
"It feels like they're brushing Yoshiro's death under the rug so we don't have to acknowledge it." I say and Kei sits next to me.
"Does that bother you?"
"Yes. It's weird. They're obviously hurting but then the first thing Setsuko does is apologize for being a shitty mother? It's weird. So weird." I look over at him and sit up. "Not to mention you thinking I liked my dad."
He visibly tenses before scoffing and looking away.
"I didn't think that..."
"Yeah right. You were totally getting jealous." I chuckle a bit and he purses his lips.
"Well he does look young." He says then looks at me again. "You know...you look a lot like him. No wonder you're so pretty."
My cheeks heat up but then my eyebrows furrow.
"Are you saying my dad is hot?"
"What? No. You look like the female version of him. He's handsome and I'm just saying you have more of your dad's genes than Setsuko's." He defends himself though his cheeks heat up.
"Yeah. Gay as hell." I grin.
"You're so annoying." He sucks his teeth and I chuckle a bit, telling him I was just kidding.
I ask him to spend the night so we shower (separately) and I lend him the clothes I washed from the last time he was here that I was keeping for myself...but I guess it can't be helped.
Sigh.
Anyways, we soon climb into bed and I cuddle into his body.
"Hey...can I ask you something?" He asks and I hum.
"Ya just did."
"Stop it." He says and I shut my mouth. He shifts for a second, pushing me away at arms length so he can see me. "Earlier...you said you're finally happy. Um, I don't mean to be narcissistic or anything...but is it because of me?"
My eyes slightly widen and a blush comes over my face.
"Um...kind of?" I admit, looking away from him. "I mean, I guess it's because of you, Yacchan, Yamaguchi, and even Tōru in some way. Tōru and I were finally able to break things off with each other and move on. If that didn't happen, we probably wouldn't have been together right now. I've finally come to terms with my feelings for you and I'm in a relationship that's tangible and real...it's nice. Yamaguchi and Yacchan are always there for me too. I feel like I finally have people by my side that I know won't leave me."
A small smile comes over my face and I look up at Kei, raising a hand to cup his cheek.
"But it is mostly because of you. I love you. And you make me the happiest I've been in a while." I chuckle softly, leaning in to peck his lips. "I think the reason I couldn't leave Japan and go with Oikawa to Argentina is because it meant leaving you three here. The thought of drifting away from you guys is...terrifying to say the least. Even though we didn't have a great relationship, we were always around each other and you've helped me in more ways than you know. I just couldn't let go of that."
Kei's eyes soften and I sigh in content.
"So yeah. I am happy because of you."
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Enemies With Benefits.
FanfictionLots of 18+ content. Summary: Kihara Isako and Tsukishima Kei...whenever they are around each other you should expect a fight- which is all the time considering the mutual friends they share. For the past year of their university lives, all they've...