Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Yokozawa's Birthday Special #2

             Heat from the sun beat down on this warm June 18th day. Sweat dripped down Yokozawa's forehead as he moved another box into his  new permanent home. Well new was a bit of a stretch because he had stayed over there quite a few times. However, this was a different experience. After all, Yokozawa was no longer a visitor in this place. There was no reason to feel awkward coming over anymore. There was no excuse for not returning. He finally truly belonged there.
           Taking a seat on a stack of boxes, the salesman pulled out a key. Staring at the key, his lips lifted at the corners. This seemingly insignificant object was the cause of many good and bad memories. It was a sign of trust. A silent plead to join the family. This key had many questions attached to it. Yokozawa had at last decided that it was time to answer one. His two most important people had waited long enough.
               Turning the key over in his hands, he replaced the item in his pocket. A sense of anxiety washed through him. Folding his hands on his lap, Yokozawa gazed around at the boxes that filled the room. The more he stared, the more appealing the idea of running out of there became.
            Sorata approached choosing to sit a few paw steps away from the distracted salesman's feet. Meowing to gain Yokozawa's attention, Sorata raked his claws over the tiled floor. The two sounds broke through Yokozawa's dazed state. Directing his eyes towards the cat, the dark haired man watched as the cat came over to rub his head on his owner.
             Instantly, the cat started twisting himself around the salesman's legs.  Picking up Sorata, a purr was heard and the cat moved his head close to Yokozawa's face. The cat bent his head close and licked Yokozawa repeatedly on the nose as if to express his gratitude. Chuckling, Yokozawa cradled the cat close to his chest with an amused smile.
             "I get it. I'm sorry it took me so long to do this," Yokozawa said petting the cats ears and beginning to calm down.
           "I believe you are apologizing to the wrong person. I am the one who has been persistently perusing this," Kirishima whispered in his dark haired lover's ears.
              "Wah," Yokozawa yelped at the sudden air ghosting over his skin.
              Accidentally, Yokozawa dropped Sorata who landed gracefully on his paws. Letting out an angry hiss, Sorata skittered away. Arms snaked around the salesman's waist pulling him close. Yokozawa now stood face to face with Kirishima with no space separating their chests.
            Heart quickening for a second at their proximity, Yokozawa felt irritated at Kirishima's interruption. Tipping his head up, Yokozawa narrowed his eyes. Bright brown eyes gazed down at him with an hint of mirth in them.
           "That was unnecessary. Why did you do that," Yokozawa snapped at his older partner.
              "When you show such a cute face to someone else, I just have to intervene. I should be the only one who gets to see that side of you," Kirishima stated in a firm voice and had a stern expression. The arms around Yokozawa's waist tightened as this words were spoken.
             "Someone else?! That is a cat. You aren't seriously going to step in every time I give my cat affection," Yokozawa asked loudly, his voice filled with disbelief.
               "Maybe. I mean I let my guard down for a second and he took advantage to climb into your arms. If I have to I will keep a close eye on that cat. I don't want any competition for your attention whether it be human or animal,"  Kirishima spoke as if this was the most obvious and logical thing in the world.
              "You are unbelievably childish and selfish," Yokozawa complained as a smile he couldn't hold back tugged at the corner of his lips.
              "You love me anyways so it's okay," Kirishima waved his comment off and grinned.
            Rolling his eyes, Yokozawa couldn't help second guessing the choice he made. 'Is this really the right time to do this? What if something happens? What if this destroys our relationship?' In response to his thoughts, Yokozawa moved his hands to Kirishima's back. Fingers curled into the thin fabric that made up the shirt the editor in chief was wearing. Resting his forehead into Kirishima's neck, he breathed in the comforting scent of his lover.
             Moving one arm behind Yokozawa's head, Kirishima bent his head down and kissed the top of Yokozawa's head. "I can see you are worried, but there is no need to be. This will work out great. You will see. It's too late to back out now. Hiyori and I won't let you."
         Shifting restlessly, for some reason Kirishima's words weren't having the normal reassuring effect they normally did. Not knowing how to verbalize his thoughts and feelings, Yokozawa allowed a silence to fall between them.
            "Please do me a favor. Think back to when you halted Hiyori and myself to tell us what you wanted for your birthday," Kirishima said very softly and encouragingly. He paused to give his lover time to do as instructed and then continued speaking. "Do you remember how happy we were?"
               Eyes fluttering shut, Yokozawa could easily recall the situation Kirishima described. All the emotions from that special event came flooding back to him. 'As if I am ever going to be able to forget that.'