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STAGE TWENTY-SIX >> The Only One

This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are all products of the author's imagination used in fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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—Gudetama (ぐでたま, Gudetama) is a Sanrio character whose name literally translates as "lazy egg."

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Yuki didn't think that there will come a time that Akihiro will be visiting his place. He wasn't keen on knowing his employees and rarely bothers the recruitment office, so to see him standing in front of his apartment was truly unimaginable.

His expression was in between an agonizing frown to a painful grimace as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the man with a steely gaze. All he wanted to do for tonight was to relax after that tantrum he caused in the office. Yes, he has the audacity to demand time off when he was the one who started it.

"How did you find my address?"

Hands inside the pockets of his slacks, the CEO of the Dark Cloud Alliance looks defeated if not desperate. He took a step forward but Yuki took a step back, glaring warningly at him. Akihiro stopped. He didn't want to push his chance and halted his steps.

"I got your address from the HR office," the man replied simply. Well, where else should he get it?

"What are you doing here?"

Akihiro studied the man from head to toe and couldn't help but find his present apparel adorable. Yuki was only wearing a white tee and stretch canvass cargo shorts showing his long, smooth legs. There was no denying that Yuki was handsomely pretty and the way he creased his brow and pout his lips only intensifies the attractiveness that Akihiro didn't fail to notice.

"Can we talk?" He insisted, voice softer, gentler this time. "You left without even letting me explain."

"What's there to explain?"

"Yuki, there's a lot to explain."

As much as he would like to stay mad, Yuki couldn't find it himself to shut the door in front of the man. Sighing, he opened the door wider and gestured for Akihiro to follow.

"Come inside."

The interior of Yuki's apartment wasn't at all bad, it was simple, typical of any Japanese male living alone. Akihiro had taken note of how organized he was that even the books were neatly placed on the shelves and there were no posters on the wall, but there were portraits and memorabilia from popular games.

"Sit down," Yuki told him. "Do you want anything?"

"Just you..."

The way Akihiro said this in a matter-of-fact tone instantaneously bring the rosy hue of his cheeks into a brighter shade of pink. "I meant if you want coffee or juice."

"I like coffee."

Bothered by how calm this man was, Yuki quickly went to the kitchen to prepare two cups of coffee and some of the leftover cookies that his sister baked for him a few days ago.

Akihiro watched every move the other makes, even that blushing face who was trying to avert his shy gaze and couldn't help but smile. It was Yuki's prerogative to despise him but there was no denying the effect Akihiro has on his whole being.

After placing the cups of coffee and cookies on the center table, Yuki move to sit on the opposite couch hugging a gudetama pillow like a frightened kid. It was plain to see that he wanted to keep his distance, and Akihiro let him.