Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake #23

                 List in hand, Kirishima put on his jacket as he his long strides carry him to the door. Yokozawa remains in the entranceway plans to see his lover off. Yokozawa would have preferred for him to stay home, but given the circumstances he knew it was necessary for him to go on this errand run. The two men owed it to their sweet daughter to make sure everything was prepared so she could relax and have a good time. She works hard and is a good kid, so this was the least they could do.
                    A few days ago Hiyori had adorably asked if she could invite a few friends over for a sleepover during the weekend. When Kirishima and Yokozawa has agreed, Hiyori told them that she planned to invite Her three closet friends: Yuki, Hinata and Amia. She had smiled brightly at them before she rushed off to call her friends. Both of the men had watched her fondly. They loved how agreeing to her request had made her so happy.
             Yokozawa and Kirishima had exchanged doting parent looks as they got ready for bed. The next days had passed in a blur as both of them had ended up working over time. Likewise, Hiyori had been busy with her projects and her after school extra circulars. As a result, all three of them had missed the pathetic state of their fridge and cabinets.
            As the time approached for the three girls to arrive, both Yokozawa and Kirishima came to an embarrassing realization. Nobody had  been able to go shopping all this week. Currently, there was not enough food or drinks for the for the three days the girls would be over.
              It occurred to the two men that they had an hour until the girls should be getting back from school. That would be long enough for the two to go shopping to restock so they were prepared for the sleepover. As Yokozawa had been about to skip on his shoes, the door clocked open.
          Hiyori, Yuki, Hinata and Amia entered, smiles gracing their faces as they gave their various greetings. "I'm home." "Pardon the intrusion." "Coming in." "We are here."
              Hiyori instantly noticed that both her father and onii-chan had shoes on. "Are you two going out?"
             Quickly removing his shoes, Yokozawa answered. "Only your father is. I, on the other hand, will be here if you need anything."
            Amused, Kirishima remains silent. It  would probably be better if Yokozawa handles the shopping. It had been proved on more than one occasion that Kirishima could mess up getting the right things even when provided a list. However, Yokozawa had already made the announcement that he would be staying. For the moment, Kirishima figures he could wait to point out his opinion on the topic of who is more suited to go shopping versus be home with the kids.
               Actually, the answer to both would be Yokozawa. However, Yokozawa couldn't be two places at once. So, it was more of a decision of which of the two things would Kirishima be less likely to screw up. Allowing Kirishima to take over either of the tasks alone seemed like asking for a disaster to occur.  At least if he was less the one left to watch the kids, Hiyori would be there to fix things if anything happened.
               Briefly, Yokozawa regretted making the claim that he would stay home not trusting Kirishima to get the correct items from the grocery store. Masking this fear, Yokozawa observed as Hiyori nodded. Her friends seemed thrilled that Yokozawa would remain here. They wouldn't say it out loud, but they thought Yokozawa onii-chan was cooler and more fun to be around than Kirishima.
              "We are going to be in my room," Hiyori said hesitating as something occurred to her. "Unless you want help cooking dinner?"
            "I would like a chance to cook with you Yokozawa onii-chan. Hiyori constantly tells us about all the adventures you two have had in the kitchen. It sounds like a good time," Yuki says causing Hiyori to blush.
             "Me too. I want to assist you in cooking," Amia adds joint the conversation.
               "Can we?" Hinata asks eyes bright.
              "I wouldn't count on it. You see the kitchen is Yokozawa and Hiyori's domain. They get possessive over it. Take from me, it's a challenge getting permission to even get access when they are cooking. Actually being able to participate in cooking with them is impossible," Kirishima teasingly says, smirking at them.
               "Kirishima!" "Father!" Yokozawa and Hiyori reproachingly yell as they both glare at him. Pink tint their faces as they don't appreciate the appearance of the joking side of his personality.
                     The sound of Hiyori's three friends chuckling saved Kirishima from the tongue lashing he was about to receive. Grinning, they brushed off Kirishima's words. It always was entertaining being able to observe Yokozawa, Hiyori and Kirishima's interactions.
             "It works out in our favor if we don't have to help with making dinner anyways," Hinata says which earns her puzzled stares.
            "Why is that?" Amia asks.
            "I'm tired from carrying out today's goals in my club. The idea of collapsing on the bean bag chair in Hiyori's room wins out over my desire to cook," Hinata explains and is met with sounds of agreement.
             "You make a good point," Yuki says shifting her eyes to Hiyori.
             "Well....," Hiyori doesn't get far as Kirishima pipes up.
             "The same goes for us. We just got done with work. How about we order food for pick up? On my home I can stop by to grab our order," Kirishima suggests holding back a laugh at the enthusiastic yeses that immediately supported this idea.
            A discussion took place about where to order from. When that was decided, the girls' wrote down what they wanted to eat, then headed off to Hiyori's room to play. Yokozawa took out his phone to place the order. He made sure to give Kirishima's name when asked who the order was for.
               Blinking, Yokozawa came back to reality. To being in charge of the four girls. The salesman focus had been stolen by the sound of the bedroom door closing. Pushing away his unease at having been distracted that he missed when his lover had passed by him. Yokozawa had been about to question why Kirishima was still there, but stopped when he sat the man slip his wallet and phone in his pocket.
               Reasonably it would do Kirishima no good to leave without those items. Yokozawa silently watched as Kirishima went to finally leave.
              Pausing with his hand in the door handle, Kirishima asks, "Are you sure you don't want to be the one to go instead?"
              "Why do you ask?" Yokozawa questions frowning.
             "Oh it's nothing."
          "What? Do you not trust me to be able to take care of children?"
           "Of course I do. If..."
         Yokozawa's eyes narrow at Kirishima as he shrugs shaking his head. The editor's lips twitch and Yokozawa's gut reaction is too find out what information the guy seems to have. Yokozawa ends up ignoring that urge.
             "Hurry up and go," Yokozawa snapped not in the mood to deal with whatever scheme Kirishima was up to.
              "Fine. Don't underestimate them," Kirishima warns as as he steps out closing the door behind him.
               A shiver goes down Yokozawa's back at this words. Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa refuses allow Kirishima's words to make him paranoid.
                  "Asshole," Yokozawa mutters quite enough that the the four little girls won't overhear.
  
                  ________________
       
         
                 Four giggling girls entered the living room carrying a heavy looking case. They quickly traveled over to where. Yokozawa sat lounging in the couch. Curiously, Yokozawa raised an eyebrow as they stood lined up in front of him. Hiyori stood smiling sweetly in that way she did when she was going to request Yokozawa do something for her. Her three friends followed her lead.
              A strong bad feeling welled up inside of Yokozawa foreshadowing that he wasn't going to like what the girls had planned. Warily, Yokozawa gazed at the case and then back at the four girls hoping that for once that his suspicion of being led into something that would damage his pride would be wrong.
             The moment Hiyo opened the case with shining eyes, Yokozawa swallowed harshly. He momentarily wonders if it would be possible to avoid what was coming next by pretending he needed to take a shower or make a phone call. As if sensing his desire to flee Amia and Yuki stand on one side while Hiyori and Hinata go to stand on the other. Thus, the four girls efficiently blocked his escape route.
             Squashing back his panic, Yokozawa comforted himself by saying that maybe this situation would take a different direction than it appeared. Folding his hands together, Yokozawa created a calm facade.
                  "Yokozawa onii-chan, what are you up to?" Hiyori innocently inquires.
               "I'm not really doing anything...why?" Yokozawa responds dread pooling in his stomach.
                "We were wondering if you would play with us?" Hiyori answers shifting from foot to foot anxiously.
                 "I'm more than willing to hang out with you girls if you want," Yokozawa says not an inch of hesitation in his voice.
               "Yay!!" All four of the girls shout gleefully.
               The girls focused intently on Yokozawa. He could practically see them racking their brains. Grimacing, Yokozawa could only think of one reason why they would be so contemplative.
                "You can say no," Hiyori explains although he can tell she desperately wants him to say yes.
                  "No need to be so shy. It's me. Share the details of what you have in mind," Yokozawa speaks up instantly getting the sinking feeling that he had dug his won grave.
                 "We want to give you a make over." The four girls announce eyes sparkling with excitement.
                    "This would include styling your hair and taking care of your nails," Hinata further explains.
                   "All the supplies necessary are in this box," Amia says motion towards the open beauty case.
                    On closer inspection, Yokozawa sees that the case has more.      compartments than one would expect in its closed state. Each compartment has a different beauty supply neatly lined up organized by the different shades from the lightest color to the darkest. There is an area for blush, lipstick, nail polish, hair ties, and many other supplies. Yokozawa gulps at the nightmare situation had in front of him.
              "So it's okay with you if we give you a make over?" Yuki asks as all four of the girls gather around the case.
                 This is a futile effort, Yokozawa is certain, but he can't accept defeat without having given his all to evade this.
"It's such a waste to use this on me. Especially when there are four beautiful girls that it would look stunning on. Why don't you do each other's make up and nail? Then come show me how wonderful a job you did?"
               Exchanging glances, Yokozawa saw that his words had elicited cute blushes and giggles from the group of friends. When they turned back to met his steely gray eyes, Yokozawa could tell that he had failed to persuade them to use the make for themselves.
               "It won't be as fun that way," Hiyori said dismissively.
               All four of the girls pouted and gave Yokozawa the saddest, most pitiful puppy dog eyes he had seen in his life. This went beyond not being fair. Anyone in his position would have bowed to all that was asked to them if they had been witness to this.
           "Please Yokozawa onii-chan." All the girls used their sweetest voices as they pleaded with the dark haired man.
           All resistance Yokozawa's pride had provided him with had faded. They had won. Shame rose in him at being dragged into this. Slumping back against the couch, Yokozawa lowered his head. Biting his lip, Yokozawa despairingly accepted his fate.
              "Okay," Yokozawa whispered his consent.
              A shadow fell over Yokozawa. Upon looking up, Yokozawa shuddered in fright as the four girls descended on him each holding a different type of beauty supply.