Koisuru Boukun One-Shots

Big Things Come In Little Packages

A package laid waiting for its owner outside Tatsumi's apartment when he finally arrived home—late—from university.
Exhausted from a long, arduous, day of experiments, and kohai's messing up his research—and him having to redo everything in his lab—Tatsumi scooped up the large box that sat in front of his door.
Sauntering in, and setting them down at the genkan, he removed his shoes and proceeded to place the box on the coffee table, making himself feel at home. He put on a pot of coffee and let it brew while he headed to his room. As soon as he stepped into his room, Tatsumi slid of his backpack, stripped off his sweaty clothes, and bee-lined for the shower, not bothering with decency. With Morinaga off training in Hamamatsu, not caring about decency was one of Tatsumi's little victories.
Being all alone in that spacious apartment, it was quite the feat—and, honestly, quite the mystery—that Morinaga had only been gone a week before the apartment had started to look like a train-wreck. Tatsumi admitted he'd have to tidy things up before Morinaga returned, since the last time Morinaga had been away and then returned, Tatsumi had been scolded for the indecency that had occurred in the apartment in such short time. Unfortunately for Morinaga, the young man had spent his first day back cleaning, organizing, cleaning, organizing, and more cleaning. And then on top of that! More organizing. Tatsumi was completely helpless when it came to household chores, Morinaga had grumbled. In return, Tatsumi had grumbled that Morinaga was such a housewife.
After taking a brisk, refreshing, shower, Tatsumi threw on his pajamas, wrapped a towel around his shoulders to prevent his long platinum hair from dripping everywhere, and grabbed the pre-made coffee before returning to the living room where the package laid waiting for inspection.
There was no clear indication as to whom the packaged belonged to, so, like any person would do, Tatsumi found a letter opener and investigated the cardboard box.
Tatsumi hadn't purchased anything recently, so he queried what could be inside.
'Had Morinaga bought something?' Tatsumi wondered. 'He better not be frivolous with money...'  Then quickly dismissed the thought, finding it to be more unlikely than not that his kohai had bought something.
'Another stalker?' He tensed, then, 'No, there's no way. Don't get caught up on something foolish.'
Taking a sip of his coffee and sliding the letter opener over the tape that sealed the box together, Tatsumi pried open the flaps and peered inside. And what he found inside was something, he was not expecting.
Baby clothes.
'Baby clothes?' Tatsumi was instantly confused. 'Who in the world could this be for?'
A sinking feeling struck Tatsumi's stomach like a punch to the gut, and fear began to creep, and settle, in his veins. 'That bastard better not be planning anything...'
Digging more into the box, Tatsumi quickly discovered that baby clothes were not all that was in the box. Baby toys and masculine looking jewelry were also inside. And cards, and old drawings, and old teenage clothes, and books, and... pictures.
A picture of a young child grasping a toy in his tiny hand was sucking on said toy; Tatsumi couldn't make out just what the toy was. The child himself had a chuberic face, dark hair, bright eyes, and from ear to ear an angelic smile, with drool down his chin—it was as if the photographer had caught the child mid-laugh.
'Was this a neighbor's package?'
Fishing around, hoping to find a picture of one the tenants in his building, Tatsumi found yet another picture with the same child but with another, older-looking, child and what Tatsumi presumed was the children's parents. A family portrait. The younger looking boy of the two—Tatsumi concluded that the two boys were brothers—had the same angelic smile on his face while he gazed up fondly at the older boy and parents. The parents, in turn, were staring down at the two boys with smiles on their faces.
The fear that had previously crept up on him dissipated.
'Who were these people?' Was what Tatsumi wanted to know.
Digging around again, Tatsumi found pressed against one of the boxes inner walls was a note of sorts—more like a quick letter.

Tetsuhiro,

We have sent you this package full of your old belongings. Old clothes of yours, your old baby toys and pictures and clothes. Do with them what you will.

Mother and Father.

'Morinaga's mother and father? But why send this stuff now?' Tatsumi couldn't fathom how incredibly rude it was for his parents to do this. To rid of their son permanently by giving away everything that once belonged to his kohai. 'How cruel,' he thought bitterly.
Staring at the first picture he'd looked at, Tatsumi wondered why he hadn't connected the two and two together was beyond him, but this was no doubt his young kohai.
Setting down the picture on the coffee table, Tatsumi found what looked to be a baby album and couldn't help but resist the urge to flip through it.
The older looking boy had to have been Kunihiro, Tatsumi reasoned.
Quickly flipping through the album, Tatsumi found a gold mind of teenage Morinaga, and couldn't help the tug on his lips.
There was Morinaga with his chuberic face and the cheeky grin that spanned his entirety of his face, creating laugh lines. In the pictures he wore a typical Japanese school uniform—a navy blue blazer, with the crest of his school on the breast pocket, a white button-down shirt, a black tie, khaki trousers, and black sneakers—that all looked to be on the big side; and tucked under his arm was, what looked to be, a friend with just a crazy smile that twined Morinaga's.
Beside that picture, was a group photo of classmates—the girls wore a similar uniform, but instead of trousers, they wore black skirts.
And just underneath the group photo was the most ridiculous photo Tatsumi had ever seen of Morinaga. Morinaga's fingers tugged at the sides of his lips as he crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out right at the camera.
Sliding out the picture and saving it with the baby photo—mainly for blackmail reasons—Tatsumi set down the photo album and sorted through the top of the box, not wanting to disturb anything any farther before Morinaga returned.
Tatsumi had never been so nosy before, but he simply couldn't resist the urge to look.
The rest of the stuff in the box were old sweatshirts, shirts with anime characters on them, drawn on pants, beat up sneakers—that smelled atrocious—, a chain necklace, stud earrings—which really surprised Tatsumi, since he had never noticed Morinaga's pierced ears—, and baby clothes and shoes that had little chibi animals on them.
Putting away, and rearranging things back into their original positions, something caught Tatsumi's eye before he closed the box. A yearbook and a small toy.
The toy, he realized, was the toy in the first photo he had seen. It was a small, red, giraffe no bigger than his fist. And a yearbook that was from Morinaga's final years of high school; Tatsumi 'accidentally' left the yearbook out.
Sealing the box shut with a new strip of tape, Tatsumi scooped up the box and ventured into his kohai's room. He'd tell Morinaga about the package once he arrived home, but for now, Tatsumi left the box in Morinaga's room.
Finding his way back to the living room, he downed the rest of his coffee, grabbed a quick bite of pre-made food Morinaga had prepared before he'd left, and snatched up the yearbook that he had left on the coffee table before he turned off the lights in the apartment.
Flopping under the covers of his bed, Tatsumi switched on the light beside his bed reading and surveying the yearbook from front to cover, trying to find his kohai in each picture he laid his eyes on—and unknowingly smiled each time he found a photo, feeling a little triumphant. 
Time raced past one in the morning as Tatsumi flipped, and re-flipped, each page before exhaustion finally claimed him. Tatsumi hid the yearbook along with other books on one of his nearby bookshelves, and as his head hit the pillow and he let sleep pull him under.
A wicked grin graced his lips as he realized all of the useful information that now laid at his feet, and best of all, it was good blackmail material. Tatsumi couldn't wait to put this information, and photos, to his advantage.

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(A/N) I plan on editing, and adding, more later when I'm not so tired. I hope you like this one too.