Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake # 2

So I here is the next chapter. I enjoy writing this. Thanks to everyone who takes a look and gives my story a try. The characters thoughts are in italics. I don't own sekaiichi Hatsukoi.

              Yokozawa blamed Kirishima for this habit he picked up. After Kirishima used a picture to black mail him into going out for drinks and allowing people at the office to see him in that polka dot apron, Yokozawa decided to get revenge. So he started secretly taking pictures of his lover. Unfortunately, Kirishima looked perfect or sexy in all the pictures as if the camera loved him. Yokozawa grew increasingly frustrated at his bad luck and inability to catch his lover in a situation that no one would expect. After a while Yokozawa would go through his pictures and attempt to delete them.
               However, he found it hard to press the button that confirmed getting rid of them.  Yokozawa never understood Kirishima's supposedly uncontrollable urge to take pictures of him. Kirishima  would always justify the pictures he took with a simple ' I just couldn't help myself' which was completely ridiculous and annoying to Yokozawa.
            Now he felt that he could understand Kirishima's side.  He quickly found that he didn't care about getting revenge anymore and instead felt a certain undeniable happiness at capturing moments that showed sides of Kirishima that other people wouldn't know about or believe. So unknown to his lover Yokozawa had folder on his phone that was dedicated to pictures of him. 
                 Every time Yokozawa looked at the folder or thought about the pictures which happened more than he would like to admit shame and embarrassment rushed through him. He knew that he wasn't doing anything wrong, but he figured that this could potentially backfire on him. And one Friday evening the exact thing he feared happened.
                   Yokozawa and Kirishima were alone tonight as Hiyori had gone to her grandmother's house. Kirishima was looking over the newest manuscript for The Kan while Yokozawa was looking over sales data from Emerald editing department. The sounds of paper shuffling with each new page flipped was the only sound between the two. Yokozawa picked up his phone for the fifth time in ten minutes. He clicked on the camera icon. He lifted his phone and aimed it at Kirishima. His finger hovered over the button and a sudden nervousness started rising within him.
             Yokozawa shifted his eyes toward Kirishima who was sitting across from him at the dining room table. He took in Kirishima's beautiful almond shaped eyes that were scanning over a page of the manuscript. The way his brow furrowed when he came across a mistake or some part that didn't make sense. How Kirishima's thin lips moved as he mumbled to himself the changes that needed to be made. He noticed the way Kirishima tilted his head as if this helped reveal a  different point of view  and potentially showed where the author was going with the story before making changes. Also, the way his hand that isn't good in the kitchen, but surprisingly good in other activities gripped the pen and moved it flawlessly when writing notes on the manuscript.
            'Should I do this? If I take a picture now there is a high possibility I will be caught. No he won't notice he is focused on work. But when I take a picture there will be a click sound that will alert him that I took a picture. Well if I put the phone away fast enough he won't necessarily know where the sound came from. I can just play it off. Yeah I can do this. Yeah...' Yokozawa's thoughts were conflicted as he considered if he should and if he could follow his urge to take a picture of Kirishima.
       He really wanted to capture Kirishima's work mode when he was at home in a picture as he found it attractive and something he wouldn't mind looking at later privately. In addition it is rare that Yokozawa gets to see Kirishima actually looking over a manuscript. Normally  they have an agreement to not bring work home. 'This is a rare opportunity....'
      "Do you see something you like?" Kirishima asked effectively breaking Yokozawa's train of thought. Kirishima moved his gaze from the manuscript to Yokzawa. His lips formed a lazy smile.Belatedly Yokozawa closed his phone and put it on the table.
               "Ah no I wasn't looking at you. Don't get ahead of yourself. I was just going through texts." Yokozawa retorted willing himself not to blush or show anything to reveal his mortification at getting caught.
           "Oh is that so." Kirishima offhandedly responded with an air of disinterest. He looked back down at his work picking up where he left off. Yokozawa had been prepared to have to defend himself further. However, he had lost Kirishima's attention which led him to believe he played it off well enough. Yokozawa relaxed and released a practically silent breath of relief. 'I somehow dodged a bullet.' He had turned back to his work as well figuring out where he left off before continuing. Unfortunately, this was exactly what Kirishima was waiting for. He didn't hesitate to strike while Yokozawa's guard was down.
             "So just wondering did you get to take the picture of me you wanted to or did I interrupt to early. " Kirishima cheekily asked. He stopped what he was doing turning his full attention to Yokozawa. There was no way he was going to miss a second  his lover's reaction. Yokozawa dropped the papers he holding and his eyes widened in surprise.
          "How did you know I was going to take a picture? I thought you were busy with work." Yokozawa answered. "Wait why should I be surprised. It's not like anything I try ever goes the way I plan where you are concerned." Yokozawa continued sounding bitter. Kirishima felt a little guilty about ruining his lover's hobby.
              "Well I probably wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't been checking me out with such an intense and passionate gaze. It was distracting and I lost my focus. I was honestly waiting to see if you wanted something from me. When you didn't say anything I turned my attention to you. You were sitting there holding your phone trying to decide what to do. You were so adorable that I couldn't hold back anymore and I spoke up." Kirishima explained hoping to make his partner feel better. Yokozawa looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded to himself coming to a conclusion.
                 "We really need to get you some glasses."Yokozawa reported causing a confused look to wash over Kirishima's face.
             "Huh?" Kirishima asked from not expecting Yokozawa's answer.
                  "You still find someone as intimidating and bear like as myself to be cute so clearly you need glasses to help your eyesight." Yokozawa elaborated. Kirishima started chuckling.
                    "It seems my worry was not needed.  Well if you have this much fighting spirit I guess I don't need to hold back in my teasing." Kirishima stated decisively.
            "You don't know the meaning of holding back," Yokozawa responded.
              "Hmmm I will keep that in mind for later tonight in bed." Kirishima voiced with a smirk. "But for now I have a different mission. And that is to find out what you are hiding on from me on your phone."
           "What are you talking about? I don't have anything that would interest you on my phone." Yokozawa's face paled as panic set in. Kirishima couldn't find out about his folder. Kirishima would never let him live it down.
            "So you are saying you don't have a folder with pictures of myself on there." Kirishima confidently responds.
            "How did you know?!" Yokozawa blurted out before his common sense kicked in telling him that this was a trap. Sure enough Kirishima had a smug look on his face. Kirishima's hand reached out and he grabbed the Yokozawa's phone which had been left on the table. Yokozawa tried to stop him by pulling on his arm. Kirishima was stronger so in desperation Yokozawa licked Kirishima's fingers. Kirishima's fingers loosened their grasp and Yokozawa didn't hesitate to snatch the phone back.
               This small victory did not last long.  Kirishima quickly reached out and pulled Yokozawa's arm over to him. He then places a kiss on Yokozawa's wrist where his pulse was knowing that was a sensitive spot for him. Yokozawa let out a gasp and let go off his phone which dropped into Kirishima's waiting hand. Kirishima was triumphantly holding the phone while Yokozawa hung his head in defeat.
                 "You know I would gladly-" Kirishima's voice trailed off as he clicked on the folder that contained picture of himself. There was over 200 hundred pictures of him ranging from him leaning on the couch to the trips they took to the amusement park and the beach. While that in itself was impressive that wasn't what caused his breath to catch in his throat. It was then name of the folder.  He put the phone down with a tiny blush on his face. Suddenly Kirishima stood up and walked over to where Yokozawa was sitting.
               "What do you want? I don't have anything to say to you. That was private and you just took my phone without any consideration." Yokozawa peevishly asserted without lifting his head, hearing Kirishima's approach and sensing his closeness.
         Without giving Yokozawa a chance to escape Kirishima grabbed Yokozawa's chin and tilted his head up. Kirishima then leaned down to kiss Yokozawa. He deepened the kiss taking advantage of Yokozawa's mouth being open as he started talking to Kirishima going through his folder.
            "Nnngg...nmmm" Yokozawa started to get lost in Kirishima's kiss as his partner was a too damn good at kissing. He forgot his anger as he reacted to Kirishima's kiss. His arms that were originally at his side moved to around Kirishima's neck pulling him closer.  The kiss lasted until Yokozawa pulled away needing to breathe. Kirishima observed Yokozawa with his slightly red face turned to the side.
             "You really love me huh." Kirishima taunted. Yokozawa was silent for a moment and then took a deep breath.
             "... I do love you. Of  course I do or I wouldn't put up with your teasing antics asshole." whispered Yokozawa so quietly that Kirishima could have sworn he imagined it. Yokozawa was blushing with a red so deep that tomatoes would be jealous.
                 Yokozawa was looking anywhere except Kirishima as he felt overwhelmed by embarrassment or shyness  and self conscious. As their relationship progressed somehow saying I love you became harder because each time he said those three simple little words it was like he was giving a piece of his heart to Kirishima to do with as he pleased. And while Kirishima has given him no reason to doubt that he will take good care of those pieces it was still scary for Yokozawa to allow someone else to have the ability to make or break his heart in an instant.
                 'At times like this he is more like a tamed bear cub than a wild bear and it is hard to believe anyone would be scared or intimidated of him. He is just to cute for his own good.' Kirishima thought fondly. He moved a hand to each side of Yokozawa's face turning it to face him.
               "Man you really kill me sometimes. Every time you express your feelings for me I completely don't expect it and you have your gaze somewhere else." Kirishima voiced exasperatedly. "I want you to confess your feelings directly to me.  I want you to confidently tell me what and how you feel. So that way I can directly and proudly respond that I love you. That the these feelings are mutual." Yokozawa's voice was stuck in his throat practically choking him and his face could not get any redder than it was.
                "It is okay though I will wait patiently for you to become comfortable enough to do this without my prompting. After all we have a long road ahead of us." Kirishima announced.       
                    Yokozawa would normally chalk this off as teasing but Kirishima was favoring him with a tender expression. Yokozawa found himself nodding in agreement as he would like to believe that he will be with Kirishima for quite some time to come and eventually own up to his feelings.  Kirishima placed a gentle kiss on Yokozawa's face before removing his hands.
          "Will you accompany me to bed my darling grumpy bear?" Kirishima sweetly requested. He held out his hand to Yokozawa. Yokozawa frowned annoyed at being addressed like that. He placed his hand in Kirishima's slowly and a little catiously.
             "Don't expect anything I am exhausted and will actually be going to sleep." Yokozawa warned. Kirishima started walking towards the bedroom.  A mischievous smile displayed on his face.
             "Why I don't remember making any suggestion of doing anything. Are you sure you aren't the one expecting something?" Kirishima innocently replied.  Yokozawa gave a death glare. To which Kirishima lifted the hand not currently holding Yokozawa's in surrender. 
             "Okay I will be good tonight. But tomorrow is a different story." Kirishima relented a sudden sleepiness creeping up on him. Yokozawa and Kirishima walked into the room. Both of them changed into pajamas. Yokozawa lifted the covers and slid into his side of the bed. Kirishima slid into the other side. Kirishima shifted to behind Yokozawa and wrapped his arms around his waist. Yokozawa snuggled into Kirishima's embrace before falling half asleep.
               "Goodnight  Takafumi," Kirishima said with followed by a yawn. He kissed Yokozawa's forehead gently. He then fell asleep.
          Yokozawa waited to hear Kirishima's quiet snoring before he whispered, "Goodnight Zen." He then drifted to sleep listening to the calming sound of his partner's steady breathing. Unbeknownst to him Kirishima had been pretending to sleep and smiled in victory at catching his lover saying his name.
             Sorata who had been sleeping on the couch got up, stretched out, and then  walked over to the kitchen to find food to eat. Afterwards he moved to and jumped on the table scattering the papers left out by Yokozawa and Kirishima and knocking Yokozawa's phone off the table. The phone clattered to the floor but landed with the screen facing up and a folder titled *My most important person Zen pictures * displayed for all to see.

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