Riptide

[Steal His Joy]

!slurs/homophobia!
!light-nsfw!

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Jotaro had never been as nervous as he was now, he could feel every nerve in his body twitch a bit as he tried to keep his breathing steady. He wasn't sure if this was even a good idea, but, if they wanted their relationship to be anything substantial: this was nessarary. He has only ever met Kakyoin's family in fleeting moments. He could still remember his first impression of his mother, and he shivers a little. It's not with fear this time of the woman's wrath but of anger. She hadn't left a good impression upon the dilenquent, and it was likely the two were already off on the wrong foot.

Yet, Noriaki had invited him over for dinner anyway.  He had been informed that his parents already knew about their new relationship status. However, neither of  knew how the couple was reacting - for they hadn't said a word to Kakyoin about it. His mother had simply dismissed him: and his father followed her to their room. Where his lover had reported he heard screaming from.

But: the ginger had insited. So, here Jotaro was standing before the Kakyoin household - grabbing at his suit: thinking he was comeplely over dressed for this. He finally, knocked on the door as his watch informed him that it was five minutes before he was meant to be here. Of course, he had come early knowing he'd need an hour before hand to properly prepare. The door swings open aggressively, revealing a woman.

Chiyko rose an eyebrow, her dark-hair was pulled back into a tight bun: a few grey strands showed through suggesting her age, despite her face being wrinkle free and smooth. "Well, well, if it isn't the fag who turned my precious son?"

The ravenette swallowed; feeling like coals ram down his throat as he did, he should have expected this. People didn't look kindly upon men like him, and someone as strict as Mrs.Kakyoin would certainly not approve of this. He was shocked, that she even agreed to have him over. The slur didn't sting as much as he expected it to, but then again: it was the boys at school's favorite word now.

He bows his head, "Thank you for having me." He makes sure to keep his gaze away from her own intense violet one.

The Japanese woman huffs, as she steps away from the door. "I'm only letting you step foot into this home because, Noriaki asked me to be civil towards you." Her voice drops onto a hiss, as she glares daggers into the teenager. "And trust me, this is just a phase of his. Prompted by your bad influence. He'll open his eyes and leave you soon enough."

She storms ahead of Jotaro, leading him quickly to the dinning room. There, Skylar (Kakyoin's father) and the redhead sit waiting. The ginger's eyes glow a little at the sight of his boyfriend in his suit, and he smiles a little waving the taller man over. Jotaro takes his seat beside him, and is suprised as he finds himself pulled into a gentle kiss. He melts against it, letting out a small sigh.

Kakyoin pulls away, running his hand down the other's torso. "You look good."

"Thanks..."The black-haired male responds, his breath a little shakey. It's strange how much Noriaki makes his heart quiver with such a simple action. Then again, he can make Jotaro melt simply by looking at him.

Chiyko snarls, at the sight disgusted. "I will tolerate his presence Nori: but I will not allow you two to commit sin within my walls. I better not catch you two kissing, or, even holding hands tonight - again."

She had always had this beautiful image in her head. She could always see her goregoures Kakyoin coming home one-day with a beautiful and well-rounded Japanese girl on his arm. She would be the sweetest little thing, and everyone would adore her. Instead: taking the place as guest of honor was a smoking, fighting man who had corrupted her little boy. If Kakyoin doesn't realize his mistake by tonight, she'll have to believe her son is beyond saving.  She sighs heavily, her heart wilting. Chiyko prays it doesn't come to that.