CODEPENDENCY, toji fushiguro

ii. megumi

saturdays have always been toji's favorite. he loves the weekends like everyone does, but he's not very fond of sundays. he has to check emails and prepare for workdays on sundays, unlike saturdays where he can totally put his work obligations behind.

he usually wakes up around 9 as oppose to his usual body clock for workdays which is around 6. megumi usually gets out of his room around 9 as well, he'd wash his face, drink a glass of cold water before going to the porch to do jumping ropes. it's been his routine ever since he joined the basketball team, toji never know whether its mandatory or his son is just picking up a new good habit.

toji usually cooks on the weekends—he uses it as a way to make amends for making megumi eat takeouts on the majority of weekdays. he's not a gifted cook, but he can manage a few fried rice or spicy curry. megumi is not really a picky eater, after all. at times like these toji feels grateful that megumi is not really a handful, lord knows how he'd be doing if megumi was one of those hyperactive kids who avoid being at home like they're allergic to it.

"gumi, breakfast is ready." toji called out.

his son walked and took a seat without saying a word. his hair was slightly damp from sweat, making some strands stick to his forehead. he picked up a fork, pulling the plate of pancakes closer to him before taking a bite. toji followed him as he took a seat in front of him, pouring maple syrup onto his plate before digging in.

eating in silence is nothing new for the fushiguros. they were not much of a talker, anyway. toji would love to be able to converse with his son, but he doesnt want to force it. he's aware that megumi takes his suppressive side from him as he was also not the most open person when he was a kid.

"you want to go to the bookstore today?" toji broke the silence, making his son look up from his plate.

toji never really go out with megumi, as his son doesn't really enjoy going out. megumi prefers to be at home, and if he were to go out, he would go to his friends place. despite being alike appearance and personality wise, toji and megumi actually dont have much in commons. it's pretty hard for toji to find a middle ground in order for him and his son to be able to bond.

going to the bookstore is the only thing that toji could use as a way to get closer to megumi without making it seems like he's forcing it. toji enjoys reading books, mostly stuff about psychology to make up for the fact that he failed going to college to study psychology, and megumi loves manga. he spends most of his allowance on mangas and the like. going to the bookstore—even though they dont really talk much—had become the thing that toji looks forward to in order to bond with megumi. sometimes he would ask about the mangas megumi bought, and megumi would ask back about whatever thick, boring looking books toji bought.

from the public eye, they look like an awkward actors with no chemistry, but toji didnt mind. he's grateful for the little opportunity that he gets to be with his son. their personality are so alike that it was hard for them to build any emotional relationship.

"can't today, dad." megumi answered, briefly looking up at his father. "im going to court after breakfast."

"oh, i didnt know you have practice this saturday."

"i dont. but theyre picking captain this week, so,"

toji nodded. megumi always takes his basketball practices seriously and toji was glad his son had found something he enjoys.

the clicking sound of their forks were the only noise accompanying the room for a couple minutes. this is how it usually is for them, but for some reason toji had been feeling more talkative than usual. he wants to initiate a conversation, but he doesnt know how without looking desperate and pushy.

"so," he began, staring at his plate whilst his son does exact same thing. "any girls at school?"

without stopping his hand from slicing his pancakes into pieces, megumi answered sternly. "dad."

toji nodded once again. what was he thinking? they had never discuss about that kind of stuff before. imagine if megumi starts asking about which women toji is seeing.

reluctant was he, but toji realized trying so hard is not a good look on him. he should just let everything goes how it usually goes.

"thank you for breakfast." the now empty plate was picked up as megumi got up from his seat.

his son walked off after putting his plates in the sink, leaving him alone on the dining table with his cold, half eaten pancakes.

( ... )

lunch breaks in his office is almost as bad as an overtime. toji hates having to force himself to interact with his ass licker superiors. 'fushiguro, isnt time for you to find a mom for megumi?' 'not getting any younger, fushiguro.' so on and so forth. its exhausting, yet toji can do nothing but swallow it all.

toji used to enjoy having lunch in the break room, but ever since it got renovated, people have been actually interested to spend time in it. new couch and fridge are enoug reasons for people to actually soend their breaks in the break room. it got a little too cramped for toji's liking, and so he squeezed himself out of it to start eating in his office instead.

"ah, big ol' fushiguro has changed. no longer eating with us, huh?"  it makes no sense. its not like they were friends to begin with. they were just business acquaintances that were too competitive for their ow good.

toji sat down in his office after making a little stop to the break room—where they have microwave—to reheat his lunch. it was a simple bento he made himself this morning. ah, would it be nice to have someone who can cook and take care of him. not that a significant other is only good when they can pamper you, but toji truly wanted nothing but for someone to care for him.

before toji could even take a bite of his lunch, his office door launched open, startling him. inferiors usually knock before they come in, so when soeone just barged in it usually means its someone his kevel or one of his ass licker superior. sighing softly, toji prepared himself.

"fushiguro, enjoying your lunch?" kiyosama walked in with his usual authoritative facade.

toji simply nodded whilst signaling to the freshly reheated bento on his desk.

"sorry to ruin your little picnic," kiyosama let out a laugh so fake it hurts. "i just want to give you these. i need you to revise it and have it ready first thing tuesday morning."

its currently monday afternoon. sure, toji could revise a 50 pages statistic report under 24 hours.

"consider it done, sir."

kiyosama grinned. "that's what i want to hear. well, enjoy your lunch!"

toji smiled a programmed smile as he watch kiyosama walked away.

he was about to dig into his lunch before kiyosama turned his heel to face him, the door was half closed as kiyosama's grinning face peeked in.

"oh, fushiguro. satou is getting married next week. when's your turn? not getting any younger now!"

oh, jesus fucking christ.

forcing one last laugh, toji responded. "ha! you got it, sir."

( ... )

i promise yall are getting some actions in the next chapter i PROMISE