Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake # 18

                    Wiping sweat off his brows, Yokozawa turned of the vacuum. Shifting his eyes to his watch, Yokozawa racked his brain for anything else he could do. It was bad he knew, but the salesman is currently stalling for time. He wasn't thrilled by the idea going over to Kirishima's apartment. See, Yokozawa is  comfortable in his apartment. The high today was only going to be 67 degrees which meant to Yokozawa that no fans or air conditioning would be necessary.
                 At the Kirishima's apartment things would be different. For some unknown reason the Kirishima's were always hot during the summer. No matter how low the temperature was outside, they always had the air conditioning running. Along with that, fans were placed in every room of the house. To them this made staying indoors tolerable.
                   Unlike his loved ones, Yokozawa got cold surprisingly easily. For Yokozawa, having all these methods of cooling down their apartment made being over there almost torturous. Even though summer is the time to where shorts and tank tops, Yokozawa had to bring a supply of sweaters and sweatpants to be able to last more than five minutes in that icebox of an apartment.
                Now there seems to be a simple solution: just ask Kirishima to turn off the air conditioner and a few of the fans. Well instead of doing that, one time Yokozawa went to the source causing his freezing misery. Hope had flowed through him as he used the thermostat to turn off the air conditioner. Maybe, he would finally be able to relax with Kirishima and Hiyori without turning into a popsicle.
          
          _________flashback__________
           
              Satisfaction flowed through him as he felt the temperature in the house rise a tiny bit. It still left him feeling chilly, but it was better than before. Well, his content only lasted about thirty seconds. The salesman hadn't even been able to move away from the thermostat when a hand closed around his wrist. Jumping, Yokozawa turned and flinched when he saw the stern expression on Kirishima's face.
                 Flinching, Yokozawa watched as wordlessly Kirishima turned the air conditioning back on. Dragging Yokozawa towards the couch, Kirishima released the hold he had on Yokozawa.  Walking over to his daughter, Kirishima took a seat next to her. Hiyori has a similarly firm expression on her face. A bad feeling about this ran through Yokozawa.
              "Have a seat," the pair sitting opposite of where he was standing said in unison.
              Hesitating, Yokozawa lowered himself to sit on the couch. The editor and the adorable little girl exchanged a glance along with a few quiet words. Nodding to her father, Hiyori got up and kneeled in front of Yokozawa. A few seconds later, Kirishima followed suit. Kirishima grabbed one of Yokozawa's hand and Hiyori held the other. A sickeningly sweet smile crossed both of their lips.
                 Frowning, Yokozawa could tell that something was wrong. Their actions seemed to be to purposeful. Clearly, the two of them had planned out whatever was about happen. The thing that bothered Yokozawa was the insistent nagging that he had just walked right into an unpleasant situation. Not that Kirishima has really given him a choice as there been no chance that he would have been able to escape Kirishima's strong grip on his wrist.
             Nervousness had Yokozawa on edge. Yokozawa couldn't help worry that he really messed up. Thinking about his pass action, Yokozawa couldn't really pinpoint anything he did that would really make them mad at him. Yet, the faces they gave him left him with no doubt that he had missed something.
             "You know we love you," Kirishima states while Hiyori voices her agreement.
             Swallowing harshly, Yokozawa didn't at all like how this conversation started out. Unfavorable conclusions were being put together in his head of where this conversation was headed. 'They aren't about to tell me to stop coming to see them. That they don't want me around. I won't be able to handle that.' Numbly, Yokozawa nodded dread replacing the normal flustered feeling he would get at hearing this words.
           "This place is like your home and we enjoy how relaxed you have been," Kirishima continued on.
               Both Kirishima and Hiyori leaned in closer. Instinctively, Yokozawa backed up against the cushions of the couch. By all means, Yokozawa knew that Kirishima and Hiyori can be scary and intimidating as hell. It just he never expected a situation where they would be like that with him. However, at this moment Yokozawa was terrified of the two people in front of him.
               "You can do anything you want around here," Kirishima said giving a brief pause. "Except touch the thermostat. That is off limits."
                "We watched you go to thermostat," Hiyori picked up the conversation. "We didn't stop you because we were pretty confident you wouldn't turn off the air conditioning, but you did."
             "This is a friendly warning,"
Kirishima said, with a emphasis on the friendly part. "Don't do that again."
            "We won't let this slide twice. Not even for you," Hiyori explained with a grave tone.
              Giving Yokozawa's hands a light squeeze both of the Kirishima's let go. Tender smiles steal across their faces. The way their attitudes changed from terrifying to cheerful in an instant was shocking. Going to the kitchen, both of them stopped to give Yokozawa a confused look.
             "Come on Yokozawa onii-chan we are running late. We were supposed to have been making dinner already," Hiyori  announced motioning for him to hurry up.
             "Yeah, you two are slacking today. I'm going to starve if I don't get food soon," Kirishima teasingly says with a carefree smile.
           Huffing Hiyori sends her father an annoyed look as she says, "The observer of the cooking process doesn't have any right to complain."
            Giving a mock hurt look, Kirishima replies, "Its not like I don want to help. I'm just always shooed out of the kitchen whenever anything is being made."
          "That's because Yokozawa and I are capable of handling ourselves in the kitchen without putting other people's lives in danger. You in the other hand are not," Hiyori casually said with an aura of superiority.
           "Is that so? It sounds like I have to prove myself in the kitchen to earn the respect I deserve. That's fine. I'm going to do that. Thank you for the invitation," Kirishima decides pushing past Hiyori into the kitchen.
         "Eh?! No! I did not do that! Ah, what do you think you are doing?!" Hiyori panics as she follows her father to the Kitchen.
          Blinking, Yokozawa remains seated watching the normal scene of Kirishima and Hiyori's friendly picking on each other.  It seemed unbelievable that those same people were threatening him over the air conditioning just moments ago. 'What the hell? Did I imagine it? No I have never been as scared of these two as I was in that situation.'
           Shaking his head, Yokozawa can't help the small amount of anger that rises in him. Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa stands with the intention to give them a piece of his mind about how they just tested him. When he thinks about it though, this was their house. They have been very open and accommodating every time he has come over. 'I should respect this one restriction they gave me. Even if it means that I'm going to be frozen every time I come over. I will get used to it....eventually.....I hope.'
               Catching a whiff of something burning, Yokozawa at the same time catches Hiyori's voice calling for him to help. Confused, Yokozawa remembers hearing that Kirishima went into the kitchen. Eyes widening in disbelief, Yokozawa practically trips over himself as he dashed for the kitchen. 'Oh fuck! How could I have actually just sat here and done nothing as Kirishima walked into the kitchen. Oh please let everything be okay.'
       
            ______flashback ends_______