One last chance

Need a break?

‘Perfect. Just…..perfect', was a phrase that came up to the curly haired man’s mind, currently holding a new manuscript almost done by the mangaka he was in charge of while supporting his head on his other hand which was closed in fist due to the red correction pen he had, his eyes tired but his mouth curled upwards.

Even though the author was very typical to his work and was trying his best to minimize his mistakes, Kirishima couldn’t do anything but be proud of him because it has been his first time ever to see a young but very promising man working harder than other mangakas who are in this area for years and they know they shouldn't late their work since the schedule is very tight but instead of taking it as a warning, they delay their scripts more than needed.

Everything flows smoothly, his subordinates achieving the one goal after the other and the upcoming movie based on the manga his right hand's author wrote is going to be released sooner than they thought. At least, that’s what he wants to think… Since he saw Yokozawa in that bar the night he went on a date with Hakamara, his feelings towards the young investigator came to the surface, deeper and more sincere than before.

‘Oohhh greaaat, why do I have to think about HIM of all people', the young father thought, putting the manuscript on the desk so lightly like it was made by glass and twisting the pen between his fingers as if he was ready to play the drums.

Releasing a sigh from his thin lips, he put his hands on the desk to rise up on his legs and excused himself when his right hand, Morudawa Takato, saw him with worried eyes and curled downwards mouth while he was typing on the laptop remarks about mistakes that have been made on the script.

Kirishima gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a calm smile and walked away from the department, going straight outside from the emergency exit and closing the door behind as if he wanted to stay alone for a moment.

He took from his pocket a cigarette that mostly was dumped there as if he had it for a special occation, borrowed the lighter that has been sitting on the small round table with the ashtray on it and lit it, inhaling the nicotine and exhaling it slowly with closed eyes. It has been an amazing but also difficult week for him due to the preparations and lack of love life.

‘I really miss that bastard, something expected. I never believed that I would love someone else besides you Sakura', he thought, looking at the sky with a sad smile and teary eyes.

Sakura was everything for him and by the time he lost her, his world shuttered into million pieces, leaving behind her their precious little girl named Hiyori. After her death, the dashing father pushed himself harder in order to be present in his daughter’s life, even though working hard made her become more mature for her age, losing sometimes her childhood.

And that’s when he finally met a person capable of looking after two stubborn Kirishimas. He met his love life, despite being the same gender.

He met Yokozawa Takafumi, a grumpy, frustrated, kind, beautiful, protective man who has been watching Sawara for over six years, giving safety to the citizens but also people coming from other cities for work or for holidays.

Without realizing, his cigarette had been put out by the wind and the boce was scattered on the ground as if it was soil. He turned away his look from the sky, put the remains on the ashtray and opened the door to go inside, his hands on his pockets and a melancholic smile on his face.

Once he returned to his seat in the office, he continued his work from were he left it before his retreat to the emergency exit, receiving his little addiction which started after the death of his late wife but began reducing it because of a certain cute girl.