One last chance

Happy Birthday Kirishima!

The following day came and Kirishima Zen was getting out of his bed, a big yawn escaping his mouth while hands raised above his head to stretch his back to a point cracks could be heard from the spine.

But to his surprise, the pain never came, his body felt relaxed for the first time ever since he entered Marukawa and his skin was so soft as if someone did a massage to him with vegetable oils; three simple facts that brought a closed eyed smile on thin lips.

For a moment, he enjoyed the sensation only to stop his train of thoughts when pans were heard on the kitchen, a furrow between his arched eyebrows forming slowly and his mouth closed in a thin line.

Who was making noise at…8 o' clock!?

When did it go 8 o' clock in the morning?

He usually wakes up at 06.30 or 7 in the worst case scenario, but why Hiyori didn’t come to wake him up?

With a quick lift of the bed sheets, the curly haired father stood up in a blink of an eye, opened his wardrobe and took off his classic black jeans, gray shirt and dark brown jacket that wears often at work, a pair of white socks and his silver watch he was attached to ever since he bought it back then when he began working at Marukawa Shoten.

Walking towards the door, he didn’t notice a small wrapped with dark blue paper box sitting on the bedside table and a black bow decorating it beautifully. By the time he opened it, another person closed it immediately as if that person was hiding something from him, gaining a full frown on the lips and cricked eyes which showed his resentment but also raising his hand to knock the door, a ludicrous display since the one who usually should knock was the person outside.

“Hiyo, what’s going on? Why did you close the door on my face?”
“Sorry to disappoint you but Hiyo would never be so rough to you Kirishima-san. If it was her, she would likely guide you back in your bedroom, asking you to stay there for a few minutes”, a manly voice said calmly, fondness oozing from his lips by the time he talked about the cute young daughter of the chief editor.

The said man chuckled at Yokozawa who surely didn’t know how warmly he was talking about Hiyori while placing his hands and forehead affectionately on the door creating a small thud, the man on the other side probably doing the same since he heard the same sound.

“It is frustrating to see my cute little daughter to confederate with my adorable lover”
“And who the fuck are you calling adorable!?!”
“Hahaha, relax relax don’t be so uptight. I’m teasing you”
“As always”
“I hope you are well. I was a bit rough to you yesterday, not that you have a complain about it~”
“You!”
“By the way, where is she?”
“Huuuh…in the kitchen. We’re preparing something, so you need to stay here. While you wait, open the box on the bedside table. I’m sure you haven’t seen it yet”
“A box?”, he asked, turning his eyes to the table and watching in confusion the said box sitting quietly there, asking permission to be opened.

The dashing father walked towards the surprise slowly until he reached there and took it in both hands, examining it carefully and pulling the dark black bow, then ripping off the paper just to see a plaint white box.

Curiously, he opened the box with raised eyebrow when finally he saw what lied inside, a sight that made his eyes open widely and mouth gapping as if trying to find the right words; inside there was lying a silver rectangular keychain with a magnet in order to hold the keys better, a chain that could be attached to the jeans or could be left aside and put the keychain in a bag.

The price of this special gift can reach the minimum wage due to the expensive and difficult to find ingredients the manufacturers use, a fact that made Kirishima watch with affection, thinking how his young lover would spent money just to buy something pricely for him. It did caused his heart to skip a beat…