Wish (Sekaiichi Hatsukoi Trifecta one-shot)

Wish

"Kirishima-san, why don't we go for a drink to celebrate?" one editor suggested. 'Monthly Japun' had broke its sales records for this month, tripling the amount of the usual.

"I'd love to, but I'll pass." The charismatic editor-in-chief, Kirishima Zen, said with an apologetic smile.

"But all of the editors would be there, won't you join us?"

"I'm really sorry, but I've got a really important matter to attend to. Next time, perhaps?" Kirishima gave him a small wave as he headed towards the elevator.

"...Is that so? I guess it couldn't be helped. Next time, then." he sighed, "Good night, Kirishima-san."

"Great work today. Don't drink too much, alright?" Kirishima returned, as the remaining staff in the office watched him enter the elevator.

Kirishima had a smile on his face. It might have been a sucessful day at work, but it was a special day for himself as well.

****

Walking through the evening Shibuya streets, Kirishima strolled around, enjoying his moment of bliss. He noticed a tall, dark haired, grim looking man walking into a bakery. Apart from a briefcase, in his hand was another small paper bag.

"Ah, isn't that-?" Kirishima thought to himself.

Kirishima broke into a light jog. As soon as Kirishima had caught up with him, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yokozawa."

"K-Kirishima? Why are you here?" Yokozawa was surprised at his sudden appearance.

He never expected to bump into Kirishima in a place like this; To Kirishima, seeing Yokozawa in a place like this was equally as unexpected.

Knowing Yokozawa well enough, he would be either heading bach home to finish some work, or going to Kirishima's home to attend to Hiyori, Kirishima's young daughter. Recently, Yokozawa had finally let himself go to Kirishima's place without him, even though a spare key was already given to him a couple of months ago.

Yokozawa's conscienteousness of his existence in the Kirishima family had been refined quite a lot, as Hiyori had grown quite attached to him. He'd started to convince himself to enjoy what he has now: A lover like Kirishima, a 'daughter' like Hiyori.

"Oh~I see, buying me a cake, are we?" Kirishima suggested.

"Of course not! What makes you say that? It's Hiyo's, not yours."

"Really?" Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

"She said that there's this cake she wanted to try." Yokozawa quickly loaded 3 slices of 'Castilla' on his tray.

"...Hmm...Is that so...?" Kirishima took a short glance at the tray. It was obvious that there was one for him as well.

****

"So that's for Hiyo then? Where's mine?" Kirishima teased, gently sliding a finger along Yokozawa's upper thigh.

"Don't do that!" Yokozawa slapped Kirishima's hand away.

"Ahh~ that's a bit sad. The man who's celebrating his birthday today gets nothing, not even a cake..." Kirishima feigned a dissapointed tone, leaning against the steering wheel..

He stared intently at Yokozawa.

"...To think that a grown man like you would fuss over something like this-" Yokozawa sighed, "Here." he handed Kirishima the paper bag.

Something wrapped in plastic was sitting at the bottom of the paper bag. Kirishima took it out, to find that it was a blue silk neck tie.

"A tie, huh? As expected from an uptight man." He looked at the tie and removed it from it's packaging.