Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake #21

               Rushing down the busy sidewalk, Yokozawa glance down at his watch with a sour expression. He was running thirty minutes late. To make matters worse, he was sweating in the summer heat having thrown on pants and a stuffy dress in his hurry to get out the door.
               Regret immediately hit him not even five minutes down the road from his apartment. The salesman refused to turn back as he was supposed to have already been on his way to the first destination with his lover at this point.
               Huffing, Yokozawa reaches their meeting spot in front of the train station. Scanning the crowd, Yokozawa didn't see Kirishima. It briefly crossed his mind to call out for the man, but that would draw so much unwanted attention. And Kirishima's presence already did enough of that on its own. Pulling out his phone, Yokozawa noticed a missed text message from Kirishima.
                 Opening the message, Yokozawa grit his teeth as a frustrated groan left his lips.
If Yokozawa has bothered to check his phone, he would have noticed that Kirishima said he was going to be an hour late. That meant that Yokozawa went from being late to being a whole freaking thirty minutes early.
             Silently, Yokozawa cussed out the handsome editor-in-Chief for have the nerve to be late for the something  that the man had spent a whole day pleading, begging, and using various other methods to achieve. All day yesterday,  Kirishima had followed Yokozawa around saying that they should go on a date. Of course, Yokozawa rejected the idea straight out as the idea of two men going out on a date caused him to shudder.
                Going on a date seemed unnecessary as they practically spent all their time together already. A date struck Yokozawa as ridiculous which he didn't hesitate to point out to Kirishima. The offended look he received from Kirishima honestly had Yokozawa instantly worried. However, it vanished instantly when Kirishima had continued to argue his case saying things like "a date has a more significant meaning" and "that it is an important way to be able to spend the day  caring for and spoiling me."
                      All that did was intensify the salesman's desire to decline going out with him. Furthermore, Yokozawa explained that his reluctance to go on a date was that he didn't trust him to be subtle or secretive enough. From multiple experiences, the dark haired man had learned that anytime he agreed to something Kirishima irritatingly dubs as "lovey dovey couple acts", Kirishima lets it go to his head and goes overboard.
            Instead of enjoying himself, he finds himself desperately attempting to clear up any suspicion that arises from the people watching the two. In response to that, Kirishima had pouted saying that line that pisses me off to no end of "I just can't help myself." Surely his anger had been very clear because Kirishima quickly switched gears back to convincing Yokozawa that he would behave. The brown haired man went as far as to say his younger partner could punch, smack or walk away from him from if he got out of hand.
                Yokozawa had briefly hesitated as his resolve crumbled slowly, but with no signs of stopping. It was almost pitiful how much effort Kirishima was putting in to achieve this goal. Somehow, Yokozawa had stood his ground until heading home in the evening. Assuming that the victory in this situation was his, Yokozawa let his defenses down.
            As if sensing the time to strike arrived, Kirishima had stalked over to him. Placing a hand on the door to prevent Yokozawa from leaving, those mesmerizing deep brown eyes captured his focus. Using this advantage, Kirishima set to work using that extensive vocabulary to sweet talk him.
            However, the final blow that utterly destroyed all the remaining resistance Yokozawa had to this outing was when Kirishima told me that they hadn't been able to go on a single date by themselves. Each potential date he had planned so far had eventually ended up including their precious daughter Hiyori. Kirishima knew his younger lover well enough to go into specific examples of when this had happened before he could deny it.
              Looking into Yokozawa's eyes Kirishima had said, "I love you. You are so special and irreplaceable to me. Please, lets just the two of us go on a date for once. All you have to do is show up and enjoy yourself. I want a chance to spoil you. You deserve to have a relaxing responsibility free day. Say I can."
            Nodding having been swayed by Kirishima's speech, Yokozawa had been told the time and place to meet. Then, Kirishima had stole a good night kiss from Yokozawa. Immediately afterward, Kirishima shoved him out of the apartment saying "See you tomorrow, honey."
           By the time Yokozawa recovered, his face lightly covered by a blush, it had been too late to retort or take any other action besides to shamefully walk head back to his apartment having once again suffering a complete loss. Kirishima was too good at getting what he wanted and Yokozawa had to ignore the voice in the back of his head that said he would never be able to beat Kirishima, so he should just give up.
           A hand shaking Yokozawa's shoulder caused him to jump while letting out a surprised yelp. Glaring, narrowed gray eyes turn accusingly to handsome brown haired man dressed in shorts and a black tank top. Kirishima had an apologetic expression that was ineffective due to his futile attempt to hold back some laughter.
            "Stop laughing," Yokozawa huffed refusing to let himself display any evidence that would fuel Kirishima's teasing nature.
              "Sorry. I called out to you. When you didn't respond, I walked up to you so I would be in your line of sight. Still got nothing. Logically, the next step would be to kiss you," Kirishima explains seeing Yokozawa's face twist in horror as his face paled.
            "You didn't..."
           "I don't have a death wish so, I settled for shaking your shoulder," Kirishima says having mixed feelings about the reaction he got from Yokozawa.
             "You bastard! Don't toy with me like that!" Yokozawa's expression instantly became the familiar grumpy and posed one that would cause most of his coworkers to cower in fear.
             "Aren't you proud of me?" Kirishima asked with a playful tone.
               "For what?" Yokozawa inquires as he struggles to adapt to his lover's easy ability to change his attitude.
             "I denied the intense urge to make the most of an inviting situation," Kirishima  proudly announced as if it had been the biggest accomplishment of his life.
              "So...what? Do want me to give you a cookie or something?" Yokozawa asks rolling his eyes.
                "I had something else in mind. Something that involves you, me and a bed. Although we could find away a way to incorporate a cookie. Sounds like it could be fun," Kirishima replies with a devilish grin and a wink.
                Making a mental note to hide any cookies in the apartment when they get home, Yokozawa pushes away the little perverted voice in his head begging him to ask Kirishima just how he planned to use cookies in the situation. The blush that he had held back, now covers his face as exasperation along with astonishment builds up at Kirishima's ability to turn everything sexual.
                "Can we get going now?" Yokozawa asks trying to change the topic.
                 "Are you honestly not even a tiny bit curious about my ideas..."
                "Not at all," Yokozawa said, coolly as he silently promised to never let Kirishima know that he had briefly considered pressing for more details.
                "I guess I will have to work at perking your interest then. I accept the challenge," Kirishima determines as he picks up a rather big bag.
                "What is that for?"
              "Going to the water park," Kirishima answers glancing over his younger with disapproval. "Its a good thing too. You are drenched in sweat. Why are you wearing such stuffy clothes? You have to be dying in this brutal summer heat."
               Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa spits out the lie, "I'm doing fine. I wear suits all the time this is nothing."
                "Sure. I believe that about as much as I believe you are going to tell me that you have a swim suit under there," Kirishima remarks breezily as he calls out his lover. "I have to point out I reminded you at least three times that a bathing suit would be necessary today."
           Wincing, Yokozawa ducked his head feeling ashamed. In all honesty, all of Kirishima's carefully laid out plans for the day didn't register at all. Yokozawa had been busy convincing himself that backing out of the date was a cruel action and that his lover had earned this much for all he had to put up with in a daily basis.
               "Hey, don't get so down. I'm messing around," Kirishima soothingly says as guilt pricks at him as he knows that Yokozawa is our if his comfort zone, but had came out for him. "I'm actually excited. Secretly, I had hoped you would."
             Lifting his head and the dark haired salesman tilted it bewildered. "Why? I don't understand. Isn't this counterproductive to our date seeing as I have to go home to get my bathing suit.
               Observing the man fondly, Kirishima enjoyed how Yokozawa had the adorable look of a confused puppy. The editor's fingers tapped against his legs as he longed to pull his lover close to him and run his fingers thru those sweat drenched dark locks. It saddened Kirishima as he felt the ache of wanting to be affectionate with his partner in public and the crushing realization that the feeling wasn't reciprocated by Yokozawa.
              Masterfully hiding these disruptive feelings, Kirishima puts on the smile he constantly fools the world with. "It's too late for that. As punishment for forgetting, You are at my mercy. Lets getting going shall we. After you."
              Gulping, Yokozawa steps toward the train platform having run out of opportunities to protest or argue his way out of the scheme Kirishima had skillfully lead him into. Shivering, Yokozawa dreaded what Kirishima's definition of 'mercy' would be.
   
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