Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Christmas Special

                            Beep! Beep! Beep! An alarm sounded in the otherwise silent morning. The time showed three o'clock in the morning. Hand fumbling in the darkness, a person eventually turned off the alarm. The person bundled up in blankets slowly removed them. Yawning, the person rubbed their eyes. Leaning to the side the person reaches for the handle to the bottom nightstand drawer. Once open they grab three items, before closing the drawer. Sitting up, they stretched and swung their legs over the edge. Slipping their feet to the floor, they stand up.
Going over to the door, the person opens it cautiously. Stopping for a moment, they strain their ears to listen for any sounds of other the other occupants of the apartment. Hearing none they deemed it safe to continue. When the door is opened enough the person, slides through into the hallway. On tiptoes, they move as silently as they can pass the living room into the kitchen.
Arriving at the kitchen table they grab a chair. Carrying the chair carefully, the person brought it into the living room. Placing it in front of the couch, they stepped on top of it. Tossing one of the items on the couch, the person gently bit one of the items to hold it for a moment. Retrieving some tape from the roll in their hand, they then tossed the roll on the couch. With one hand they removed the item from their mouth. Using the tape they secured the item to the ceiling above the couch.
Stepping down to the carpet, the person bent and picked up the first item they had tossed the couch. Moving they stopped in front of the brightly lit Christmas tree. Stretching up they placed the item in the hands of the angel at the top of the Christmas tree. Having finished the tasks they planned they returned the chair back in its place at the table. Then, they went back to pick up the roll of tape from the couch. Taking a moment, the person's eyes take in the item on the ceiling and in the hands of the angel decorating the top of the Christmas tree. Lips curling into a satisfied smile, the person quietly returned to their room. They slid into bed, closing their eyes anticipating the reaction the Christmas surprise they set up would get later today.

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"Brrrrrr. It's cold outside today," Kirishima announced, walking through the door.
He brushes snow off of his coat, before stomping his boots on the ground. Quickly, Kirishima moves to the side to allow room for his lover to slip inside the apartment. Yokozawa enters holding a plastic bag with a logo from the bakery it was made from on it. In addition, he held bags full take out from various restaurants. Closing the door as quietly as possible, he rolls his eyes. After taking off his winter gear, Yokozawa places it in Kirishima's waiting hand. While Kirishima hangs up their coats, Yokozawa placed the cake in the fridge for later. He shoved the food into the oven to keep it warm. Due to Yokozawa's busy work schedule and Hiyori's pile of homework, they did not have time bake a cake for Christmas. Nor did they plan the meals that wanted to make on Christmas Day.
Rather reluctantly, they agreed to do Kirishima's suggestion of buying food to eat for Christmas. Kirishima made a good point that Yokozawa and Hiyori always cooked. On the holidays they should be able to throughly relax. With good intentions, Kirishima even went so far as to offer to do all the cooking. However, all of them knew that leaving Kirishima in the kitchen alone to cook was dangerous. This is how they, Kirishima and Yokozawa, ended up braving the bitter, brutal, cold winds of winter so early this Christmas morning.
"I will admit it was a little colder than I expected," Yokozawa replied to Kirishima's earlier comment.
Exiting the kitchen, Yokozawa saw Kirishima standing there with a mischievous smile. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Yokozawa kept a bit of distance between them. He knew that Kirishima was planning something. In situations like this, Yokozawa always felt the need to move with caution. Despite having been dating for three years, Yokozawa just couldn't get used to Kirishima's ridiculous and childish ideas. Yet, it's not like he didn't like this side of his lover.
"Would you say that you are still cold? I mean we could always~" Kirishima started to suggest until Yokozawa cut in.
"Keep your hands to yourself! Hiyo could come out at anytime now. After all, Hiyo loves to celebrate each holiday to the fullest extent possible. There's no way she will be able to sleep in much longer," Yokozawa reprimanded firmly with his arms crossed.
"Just a little. Please," Kirishima asked in a super sweet voice. He look at Yokozawa with pathetic, pleading in his eyes.
"No. You don't have self control. I'm not taking the risk," Yokozawa said bluntly, holding back even though he really wanted to give into his lover's pleading.
Shoulders slumping, Kirishima gave a defeated sigh. Moving his hand up, Kirishima ran his fingers through his soft, brown hair. Lips forming a disappointment smile, he nodded at Yokozawa. Striding slowly, Kirishima sat on the couch. Admittedly, Yokozawa expected Kirishima to put more effort into getting his way. However, Yokozawa liked the rare times Kirishima actually listened to what he said without trying to push his buttons. It made Yokozawa want to reward him. Plus, on the holidays it didn't hurt to be a very tiny bit indulging to his lover's whims, within reason.
Joining Kirishima on the couch, Yokozawa laid his head on Kirishima's shoulder. Yokozawa pressed his body against Kirishima's side. Grabbing Kirishima's arm, Yokozawa wrapped it around his waist, then he snuggled into his lover. Tense, Yokozawa remained silent as his non affectionate nature had him feeling that the action of cuddling was ridiculous. Despite that, Yokozawa bared with it, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy Kirishima for now. Lips curling into a smile, Kirishima reached for the remote pausing only to offer a causal remark.
"You are being unexpectedly affectionate today."
"I told you it was cold. I'm just trying to warm up a little," Yokozawa responded hoping Kirishima would leave it be.
"Whatever you say," Kirishima replied, kissing him on the head.
Remote in hand, Kirishima turned on the Christmas parade that always started at an ungodly hour. It wasn't long before the soft padding sound of footsteps came from the direction of the bedrooms. A head with untamed brown locks poked cautiously out from the hallway. Gazing towards the sound of the television two brown eyes searched the room. Upon seeing both Kirishima and Yokozawa on the couch a huge smile grace Hiyori's face. Tip toeing as quite as possible, Hiyori snuck up behind the two men.
"Good Morning Papa! Good morning Onichan!" Hiyori called out, in a loud, cheerful voice.
Jumping in surprise, Yokozawa flung himself off of Kirishima. He managed to accidentally ram his head into Kirishima's chin. Both adults let out a groan of pain. Kirishima had annoyed expression on his face. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Kirishima turned his usual smile towards his daughter. Scowling quickly at his lover, Yokozawa followed suit, turning his attention to the young girl. Hiyori tipped her head staring with a concerned expression. About to speak, Hiyori was interrupted by her stomach growling. Blushing cutely, she turned her head away. Both men exchanged amused glances.
"What do you say we dig into some food?" Kirishima asked, attempting to get up from the couch.
"Ah, there is no need for you to get up. Stay right there. Don't move. I can get food for the three of us. It's in the oven right?" Hiyori quickly spoke, jumping to her feet. Her father and onichan were exactly where she wanted them.
Not leaving any chance for them to respond, Hiyori brightly smiled before entering the kitchen. Grabbing the plate of cinnamon rolls from the oven, she returned to the living room. A spring to her step as she offered both men cinnamon roll. They accepted gratefully. Almost sitting down in the chair nearest the couch, Hiyori paused as she looked towards the coffee table.
"Did you want me to get you some coffee or something to drink?" Hiyori inquired, looking at the two adults.
"No, we are good. Thanks for offering," Kirishima responded, answering for both of them.
The three of them ate while continuing to watch the Christmas parade. Humming to herself, Hiyori occasionally glanced at Kirishima and Yokozawa. Afterwards her eyes would flick towards the presents. Each time she had to fight the excited smile that threatened to form on her face. Raising an eyebrow, Kirishima examined his daughter. Quite hums left her lips while her legs continuously swung in a random way. Creaking could be heard from the chair Hiyori sat on every time she wiggled or shifted position. Placing his plate down, Kirishima decided to investigate his little girl's apparent antsiness.
"Someone appears to be restless, excited, or both. Is there something you needed to ask? Are we forgetting something?" Kirishima inquired, observing how his daughter reacted.
"No, I'm happy to be celebrating with you two. I appreciate that you ignore all work distractions while spending the holiday with me," Hiyori chirped happily easily saying the first words that came to her mind.
"What kind of parents would we be if we didn't give you all of our attention on Christmas? It's important to spend time with your most important people on the holidays," Kirishima replied, grinning at his daughter. "Isn't that right, Takafumi?" Both Kirishima and Hiyori turned their matching brown colored eyes on him.
For some reason those twin gazes full of anticipation that we're currently focused on him always left him feeling anxious. Grasping for how to respond, Yokozawa could feel agitation at his inability to handle the sweet words they spoke without hesitation. However, deep down Yokozawa was filled with an immeasurable amount of pleasure at knowing that he has been accepted into their family. A faint red tinge dusted his face as he said, "Yeah. That's right."
Reaching his arm out Kirishima secretively took a hold of Yokozawa's hand. He purposely left his grip lose to allow Yokozawa to pull away, yet hopes he wouldn't. Gray eyes lock on gentle brown eyes. Fighting his natural flight instinct, Yokozawa firmly held on to Kirishima's hand. Observant brown eyes noticed the action. Rolling her eyes in an amused fashion, she gave a wry smile. Although Hiyori didn't want to interrupt their rather intimate moment, the overwhelming expectations she had made her uncharacteristically impatient.
"Hey papa and onichan, can we open presents? Please?" Hiyori adorably asked, folding her hands and with a slight pleading look in her eyes.
"Yes," Kirishima and Yokozawa answered in unison due to her cute display.
"Yay! I'll pass out the presents, so you two relax where you are," Hiyori announced, already having gone to stand by the Christmas tree.
After the presents were passed out, they took turns opening the presents. Yokozawa got dress shirts, ties, and a new watch. Kirishima got picture frames, a new wallet, and a few matching dress shirts. Hiyori got an assortment of cute notebooks with animals on them, some new hair bows, one red dress, one blue dress, and a necklace with a cat head shaped locket. Inside the locket is a picture of all of them. The three of them smiled and laughed throughout the process. When all presents were opened they thanked each other.
"I don't know about you, but I had a lot of fun. What about..." Kirishima stopped in the middle of the sentence with a bewildered expression.
"Kirishima?" Yokozawa asked, in a concerned tone.
Raising his hand, Kirishima pointed a finger at the angel on top of the tree. "There is something in the angel's hand."
Prepared to argue, Yokozawa gazes where Kirishima is pointing only to see that there was indeed a small wrapped gift there. Frowning, Yokozawa inquires, "How did that get there?"
"I have no idea," Kirishima responded, intrigued by this unexpected event.
"Let's take a look at it. I'll get it down," Hiyori excitably says, going back over to the tree. Carefully, she stood on her tippy toes. Closing her fingers around the item she notices that the wrapped gift has a tag on it. "Huh? This addressed to you two. Although it doesn't say who it is from."
"What? Why?" Yokozawa questioned, looking puzzled.
As a response, both Kirishima and Hiyori shrug. Picking a path around the scattered gifts, Hiyori arrives in front of Kirishima and Yokozawa. She holds out the small wrapped gift. Kirishima grabs the gift noticing how it seemed to weigh nothing at all. This strikes him as extremely odd. Secondarily, it makes him think that maybe there isn't anything wrapped up. Yokozawa warily stares at the gift. For some reason he had feeling that it would be a bad idea to open the gift.
"Are you going to open it?" Hiyori asked, looking back and forth between the two men.
"I don't think we should," Yokozawa voiced his thoughts.
"Let's take a chance. It isn't everyday that something like this happens," Kirishima reasons, a curious sparkle in his eye. He moves the gift around in his hand examining it for an open spot, similar to a misbehaving child.
"Go ahead, if you want to," Yokozawa reluctantly says, thinking that his partner's childlike nature is adorable at times.
Mischievous smile on his face, Kirishima taps the tag. "As this gift is to both of us, it is only right that we both open it."
"I don't...okay," Yokozawa spoke with a sigh. From the look in the Kirishima and Hiyori's faces, he knew that this was not a battle that he wanted to fight. He would lose instantly.
Deciding that Kirishima would open from the right side and Yokozawa would open from the left side, they started tearing the wrapping paper off the gift. Wrapping paper removed, a folded note was revealed. All three of the occupants in the room exchanged confused and piqued glances. Picking up the paper, Kirishima unfolded the note. On the paper is a short two word message. Both men share an uncertain look.
"What does it say?" Hiyori asked looking throughly interested.
"Look up," both men reply sounding as uncertain as they look.
"Shouldn't you be looking up, then?" Hiyori questioned calmly with an encouraging smile.
Directing their eyes up leads to.... a mistletoe. Yokozawa's breath caught in his throat. Kirishima let out a chuckle which he quickly covered up with a cough. Especially, as Yokozawa shot him a glare that clearly told him he did not find this funny. Shifting, Yokozawa obviously was uncomfortable. Kirishima grimaced at his partner's uneasiness and how the mood of the room became awkward. A unusually tense silence flowed over the room. Examining their reactions Hiyori felt herself pale. 'This is bad, right?'
"Did I make a mistake? You two aren't upset, are you?" Hiyori asked with a sad quiver to her voice
"Huh?" Both adults turned toward Hiyori.
The little girl sat with her head lowered. Clasping her trembling hands together she looked at them with unshed tears in her eyes. Her lips twitched into a sad expression. "I didn't mean to... I was trying to help...I ruined today," Hiyori released tiny sob and placed her hands in front of her face.
Panic flitted through Yokozawa. A rare shocked and distressed expression was on Kirishima's face. Sitting there for a moment, neither of them could do anything. It didn't make sense for Hiyori to be crying today of all days for no apparent reason. They had been caught way off guard. All of a sudden everything made sense to the two adults. The sweet, adorable precious, girl in front of them was responsible for the mistletoe. Calming down, Kirishima met Yokozawa's eyes. Through silent communication Kirishima sought out his permission. Freezing, Yokozawa glanced at the crying Hiyori. His heart cracked seeing her so sad over a misunderstanding. However, his protective nature screamed at him to not correct this misunderstanding, reasoning that this was better than the truth. This would keep her safer than truth. That the world was full of cruel people who would bully her about the truth of Kirishima's and his relationship. Squashing, that side of himself he met Kirishima's soft, loving look. Steeling himself, Yokozawa nodded firmly.
"Hiyo, my sweet princess. Please look at me," Kirishima tenderly whispered, placing a hand gently in her shoulder for a second.
Flinching, Hiyori raised her head very slowly. As soon as she looked over Kirishima pressed his lips to Yokozawa's. It was a sweet, short, gentle kiss. Eyes widening in shock, Hiyori's gaped at the two men for a second. Kirishima had a joyful smile on his face. Yokozawa's face had took on a super red hue. Their fingers were laced together out of Hiyori's view.
"You didn't have to do that for me. I'm sorry. I did something I shouldn't have," Hiyori sadly apologized, dipping her head to them,
Slipping a hand under her chin, Kirishima lifted her head. Sucking on a nervous breath, Hiyori met her father's eyes. At his side, Yokozawa moved closer so he could look into her eyes as well.
"We didn't do that only for you. We did that because we wanted to," Kirishima explained, letting go of her chin as soon as he was sure she wouldn't duck her head back down.
"You wanted to?" Hiyori asked disbelievingly, her voice quivering again.
"Yes," Kirishima and Yokozawa answered together.
"Why?" Hiyori asked simply.
"Why did you set this up in the first place?" Kirishima answered her question with a question.
"You two always sneak kisses, hugs, and cuddling. When I come around you two push each other away. I thought that this would be an excuse to kiss without having to worry about me," Hiyori bluntly explained, a sad smile on her face.
"You knew?" Kirishima asked, not surprised. "You don't think it is disgusting or wrong?"
"No, I don't. I would never. I support you two being happy. No matter what it takes," Hiyori stated, with no hint of any hesitation. "I love you two. We are a family."
A breath Yokozawa didn't know he was holding escaped through his lips. His pounding heart slowed down. Warmth spread through him. Yokozawa displayed his rare, reserved only for the Kirishima family, smile. Kirishima kissed his daughter on the forehead. Wrapping his arms around not Yokozawa and Hiyori, Kirishima pulled them in for a tight hug.
"You are damn right we are! I love you both so much," Kirishima reinforced, releasing them only when Yokozawa lightly tapped on his back with his fist.
Fidgeting, Yokozawa ran a hand through his hair. He had been assaulted by loving, reassuring words that left his normal armor chinked in multiple places. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He liked how openly affectionate the Kirishimas were, yet that just would never be normal to him. However, it was his turn to express his reciprocated love. Swallowing, thickly he could feel his face heat up.
"I love you, two. You two are the best family I could hope for," Yokozawa slowly told them while forcing himself not hide his face.
Eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected words, they felt their faces heat up. While Kirishima and Hiyori purposely made Yokozawa embarrassed, Yokozawa was like a ninja striking them with his rare words full unabashed love at he most unexpected times. Moving in they were about to hug him again when a flash of fur came into sight.
Sorata leaped into Yokozawa's lap meowing loudly. Pawing gently at his face, the cat rubbed his head on Yokozawa's shoulder. Curling up, Sorata claimed Yokozawa's lap with a look of contempt. Instinctively, Yokozawa started petting the cat. In response, Sorata purred louder than usual. Sharing amused glances, Kirishima, Yokozawa, and Hiyori laughed. The last thing they expected was a jealous Sorata to come bursting into the room! The joyous and carefree atmosphere from earlier in the day had returned thanks to a little help from their furry, four legged family member.
Plopping on the couch, Hiyori took a seat between Kirishima and Yokozawa. The three of them decided on what movie to watch. In the middle of the movie, Sorata moved onto Hiyori's lap. The cat really was attached to the little girl, despite his earlier actions. Before the movie had ended the Kirishima, Yokozawa, Hiyori, and Sorata were cuddled close together sleeping peacefully. The only noise in the room were the mingling of different sounding snores.

      And this is now two days late. Oops! I meant to finish this on time, but family and break and distractions. *Insert many useless excuses here* So yeah you know how it is. I potentially plan to write chapters for my other two stories soon. I'm not going to give any set days or times or whatnot because life happens. Anyway I hope that you enjoy this random little piece of fluff. Like always italics represent character's thoughts. I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi. Talk to soon in a different story (hopefully). Til next chapter, bye-bye!