At the bar, Yokozawa lifted his glass of beer and kept his eyes fixed on Kirishima. The dark haired man watched as Kirishima twisted his watch and directed his eyes toward the door for the tenth time. Each glance Kirishima shot at the door conveyed a hopefulness that was dashed as he didn't see the person he was waiting for. Shifting his legs, Yokozawa considered confronting his lover, placed his feet on the ground, and abruptly sat back down. 'I can't believe how pathetic I am.' Staring down at his glass, Yokozawa felt humiliated at his actions.
It's not like him to spy on someone. Yokozawa prided himself on being able to trust people and give them the benefit of the doubt. Especially, when the person in question was Kirishima. Out of all the people in the world, Kirishima knew him the best. Everyday, Kirishima does his best to reassure Yokozawa that he is loved and will always be worth all the effort he put into their relationship. In his heart, Yokozawa recognizes that Kirishima is a good man who would never purposely hurt him.
Despite this, here Yokozawa was in this bar, wasting hours of his night because of unreliable whispers. Throughout the office a rumor had spread that Kirishima has been seen accompanying a woman to various places including a love hotel. Overall, most Marukawa employees have come to the conclusion that the editor and the woman are lovers. Yokozawa wanted to scoff at this foolishness, instead he ended up with an uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. Each repetition of that ridiculous office rumor clawed at Yokozawa making him uncertain and worried.
During the past few years of dating, Yokozawa had allowed himself to picture a long future with Kirishima by his side. Unfortunately, somewhere hidden deep down inside of himself, the salesman still prepared worst where his relationship with Kirishima was concerned. As a result, doubts started plaguing Yokozawa that maybe, there was the tiniest chance that Kirishima was cheating on him.
A woman's voice calling out to greet Kirishima snapped Yokozawa out of his jumble of thoughts. Scanning over the woman, Yokozawa noticed long silky black hair that framed her face, deep sky blue eyes, and lips covered by a light pink lipstick. She was clad in a tight-fitting strapless red dress, long red gloves that stopped just before her elbows, a gold heart shaped locket that hung at the center of her throat, and a pair of shiny red high heels. A carefree smile decorated her lips as Kirishima directed his attention to her.
Narrowing his eyes, Yokozawa felt anger pulse through him. Gritting his teeth, he griped tightly around his glass causing cracks to form. Standing up, Kirishima waited for the girl to approach. Opening his arms, the girl walked forward and hugged Kirishima. Returning the hug, Kirishima whispered something into her ear and she smiled brightly at him.
Placing a kiss on his cheek, the girl gave him a cocky smirk as spoke. Rolling his eyes, Kirishima gave her an embarrassed grin with tint of pink visible on his face. Pulling away from each other, the editor went and pulled the chair out for the girl. Afterwards, the brown haired man took his own seat.
Shock flooded through the salesman as he had a front row seat to their intimate display. Unable to move or think properly, Yokozawa took a shallow breath in. Sharp pain in his chest caused him to wince. Misery overwhelmed him at the betrayal that he witnessed. Clasping his shaking hands together, Yokozawa fought against tears that threatened come out. Biting the inside of his cheek, Yokozawa used focusing on his self inflicted pain to avoid the crushing sadness he felt.
Facing his cheating lover and the girl who was responsible for ruining his peaceful life, Yokozawa stood up from the bar stool. Rage twisted Yokozawa's face as the new couple laughed frivolously. Red filled his vision as he stomped over to their table. Surprised brown eyes, looked up as at the person who had showed up. Kirishima flinched as he observed his lover and could sense the waves of anger rolling off of him. Across the table the girl swallowed nervously as she laid eyes on Yokozawa.
"Wait, it's not what it-" Kirishima rushed to explain.
"You found someone else. I told you I would back down if you did, so I am. That doesn't mean I am okay with it. I won't forgive you for choosing to cheat over telling me that you didn't love me anymore," Yokozawa gruffly said turning away. "Stay away from me. I don't want to see you again."
Fleeing the bar, Yokozawa ignored Kirishima begging and pleading for him to stop. Running to his apartment building, he slammed the door shut. Powering off his phone he threw it to the ground. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on the bed and allowed the sorrow to consume him. He curled into a tight ball and covered himself with blankets. Tears slid freely down his face as he felt his crumbled and trampled heart ache. 'I lost the best thing I had in my life.'
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An entire week had passed by since the night Yokozawa had broke up with Kirishima. Unable to accept this and desperately needing to talk to the salesman, Kirishima had visited the sales department everyday at random times planning to catch him off guard. Somehow Yokozawa was always absent from the office when he visited. A few times the editor told Henmi that he needed to speak to Yokozawa about certain sales. Different sales workers ended up coming to the golden brown haired editor, offering their apologies, and telling him that Yokozawa was to busy to meet with him.
Moving on to his next plan, Kirishima went to the bookstores that Yokozawa need to checkin on during the week. Having been with Yokozawa for around five years, Kirishima had memorized when Yokozawa typically left office for the trips to the bookstores. Finding an area near the door, Kirishima would carefully scan each group of people that entered in search for this familiar steely gray eyes. Not once did the dark haired salesman make an appearance.
Down to his last option, Kirishima felt anxious and panicked. For a week, Kirishima came and knocked in Yokozawa's door. Grabbing notes from his pocket, he would slip them under the salesman's door with a faint hope that this would help his chances. However, if the salesman was home he never answered the door. As the ultimate last resort, Kirishima let himself into Yokozawa's apartment using the key he had. Holding his breath he had pushed the door open and found it empty.
In a fight or argument it wasn't unusual for Yokozawa to avoid him. This time though the evasion was abnormal. Kirishima was used to having access to Yokozawa during the their fallouts in one way or another. In addition, Kirishima could count on his dark haired lover eventually coming to him to work things out. Frustratingly, the salesman had completely cut him off from seeing him at work, outside of work, and at home as a consequence of the recent conflict.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Kirishima examined how Yokozawa's absence had effected him. Lifting his had to his hand he touched his unnaturally pale face. Exhaustion had left bags under his eyes and made it difficult for him to do anything. Kirishima's brown eyes were dull. His lips were fixed in a frown. Lowering his head, Kirishima clenched his hand into a fist.
Anger boiled through Kirishima at his pathetic state. Misery and sorrow overwhelmed him at his inability to fix the situation. The strongest feeling of all, was an indescribable and unbearable loneliness at not having the person he loved so damn much it was crazy at his side. Kirishima slammed his fist into the mirror shattering the glass. Shards of glass showered the ground and left a few cuts on his hands. Wincing at his stupid action, Kirishima turned away.
Standing in the doorway with wide eyes full of disbelief was Hiyori. Placing her hands on her hips, Hiyori narrowed her eyes in anger. Assessing the situation, teen decided that the that taking care of father's injured hand should be her first priority. Going over to the the bottom drawer under the sink, Hiyori pulled out an emergency care kit.
"Wash your hand throughly. Come and see me in the living room when you are finished," Hiyori demanded, her tone dangerously low.
Watching her leave, Kirishima knew that she was pissed. Hiyori had that silent anger just like her mother that could scare the shit out of anyone. Compared to when people yelled in anger this silent anger was ten times scarier. A sigh escaped Kirishima's lips as he turned on the bathroom sink faucet. Hissing in pain, Kirishima gritted his teeth at the stinging agony from the water hitting his fresh wounds. Fed up, Kirishima turned the water off before drying his hand.
Exiting the bathroom, Kirishima made his way to the living room. Following his daughter's orders, he made his way to the living room. Unreadable brown eyes were turned on him as he appeared. Motioning towards the couch, Hiyori picked up some Neosporin. The couch dipped as Kirishima sat facing his daughter. Holding out her hand, Hiyori waited for her father to place his hand in hers. Gently, Kirishima laid his hand on top of his daughter's.
A cold silence stretched out between the father and daughter. Diligently, Hiyori set about putting Neosporin on each of the cuts. Flipping Kirishima's hand all around, she determinedly left no cut untreated. Bandages were neatly wrapped around the injured hand. Examining her work throughly, she found herself satisfied that the wounds were properly cared for. Releasing her father's hand, Hiyori returned the unused materials to the emergency care kit.
Kirishima had observed his daughter's actions without interruption. Having grown up with a dad who was useless at these kinds of things had benefited Hiyori. She was proficient at handling all sorts of emergency situations. Fondly, he smiled at his daughter until she let go of his hand and stared pointedly at him. 'Uh oh. She's not happy with me.'
"Let's take a walk," Hiyori cooly stated getting off the couch and heading out the door.
Shooting her a look that said are you serious, the editor scrambled after his daughter. Once outside the apartment, Hiyori stopped. Kirishima joined her a second later. Frowning, he waited for his daughter to speak. Instead, she gave him a sweet smile before dashing into the apartment, closing the door, and turning the lock. Kirishima's eyes widened at first at the unexpected action. 'Maybe I am mistaken."
Grabbing the door knob, Kirishima tried to pull the door open. The door didn't budge an inch. "Hiyori, what is the meaning of this?"
"Tonight you are sleeping over at Yokozawa Onii-chan's place," Hiyori announced with a serious tone.
"I can't do that. Even if I show up at his apartment he won't open the for me. Please, let me back in," Kirishima spoke in a strained voice.
"No. You have been an absolute mess since Yokozawa and you had a fight. I have to nag you all day, everyday to act like a normal functioning human being. If that isn't bad enough, today you broke a mirror and hurt yourself. Seeing you in this state is painful. I can't take it anymore!" Hiyori's shouted, the sorrow clear in her tone.
"I never wanted to.....let me inside so I can....I really want to....Hiyo," Kirishima stuttered and placed his hand on the door.
Kirishima could have sworn the world was crashing down on him. Each breath was painful. Hands trembling, banged on the door. Tears fell silently down his cheeks. It was too much to take. 'My lover left me and my daughter hates me. What do I have left...?'
A thud is heard by Hiyori and she guesses that her father had fallen to the ground. Her initial instinct was to open the door. To be certain that her father was okay. Grimacing, she stopped her hands from undoing the lock. 'It's for his own good. He needs some motivation. I hate causing him to suffer, but I hate watching him break apart even more.' Sniffling, Hiyori could feel her eyes start to water. 'Onii-chan is an essential part of our lives. Only father can bring him back. Time for the last push.'
"Don't bother searching for your keys. I already have them," Hiyori said in a superior tone. She emphasized this by shaking them and letting her father hear them jingle. "I don't want to see you until you make things right."
Blankness filled Kirishima's mind as a numbness spread through his body. 'Is this it...' Growling Kirishima slams his injured hand into the ground. Stunning pain had him muffling his cry. Thanks to his rash action his brain started to slowly function. 'No, I won't accept it. I won't allow it. I am going to make things right. I had long since decided that the three of us were going to stay together. Now is not the time to wallow in self pity.'
Lifting himself off the ground, Kirishima released a deep breath. Eyeing the door Kirishima shot a grateful glance at his daughter. 'I'm sorry. Thank you for your help.' A determined expression on his face, Kirishima headed off. 'A quick stop and then I'm going to see him.'
Footsteps fading of in the distance clued Hiyori in that her father had left. A relieved smile broke over her face. Leaning against the back of the door, Hiyori slid to the ground. Exhaustion from the past days of keeping her father from losing touch with reality had caught up with her. Head dipping forward, Hiyori's eyes fluttered shut. 'I'm counting on you, papa.'
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Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)
FanfictionThis is going to be various one shots where things don't go as planned for Yokozawa. Plenty of fluff and funny situations occur. Maybe some angst too. And randomness due to the writer. A warning this is my first fan fiction so it might not be that...
