Hello Dear Readers,
As you know, I removed most of this fic last year during FF's "mature content" purge. I am re-posting it now and ask that if you have an issue with adult material that you simply click out of this fic and do not report it or that you do not read the chapters with sexual material in them. This will allow the readers who enjoy such works to be able to continue reading.
If you are unfamiliar with my fics, the sexual content occurs at intervals and my main interest is actually story. I will be adding chapters to this once all my edited chapters have been re-posted.
Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sekai ichi Hatsukoi or any of its characters but I love them.
Chapter One: Homecoming
Yokozawa opened the door to the Kirishima apartment. It had been a hellacious day at work.
Fucking Takano, challenging me at every turn on the numbers for printing at our weekly meeting. Who does that ass think has to peddle all the extra issues if the stores don't sell the way he anticipates? He's so damn cocky.
Yokozawa was about to call out and see if Hiyori was home when he looked down and noticed her small white tennies with the kitten lace ornaments neatly lined up against the hall entry wall. Immediately the storm cloud he'd been functioning under for the last three hours broke and he felt his heart smile even if his mouth didn't.
It wasn't as though Hiyori needed supervision. She had managed on her own long before he'd arrived on the scene. Still, he fretted about Hiyori being home alone and always felt the little extra burden in his heart he picked up on his way out the door each morning set back down the moment he returned to find her safe.
He had once asked Kirishima how he managed not to worry. Kirishima's laughing reply was that he had, at least until Yokozawa came along, but now that the sales manager was doing enough worrying for the both of them, Kirishima just hadn't felt the need to keep his up.
Knowing now that Hiyori was home, Yokozawa wondered why she hadn't been there to greet him.
She knew I was coming.
He had texted her on the way there asking if he needed to pick anything up from the store. Yokozawa set down his work satchel and the small bag of groceries he'd acquired on the way home. Then he noticed another pair shoes lined up next to Hiyori's.
Ah, that explains it.
Yokozawa quickly identified them as belonging to her best friend, Yuki. The two were no doubt holed up in Hiyori's room deeply engaged in the mysterious rites of girlhood.
The girls were by themselves quite a bit, as both of Yuki's parents worked as well. So, living in the same building, they alternated between each other's apartments regularly, though now that Yokozawa often returned home earlier than the other adults, Hiyori and Yuki had started spending more time at the Kirishima's.
As Yokozawa took off his shoes, he thought about this.
He supposed it was good that his being able to be at home earlier also allowed Kirishima to focus more clearly on his job. He had heard positive things lately about Injuuin's editor's increased productivity through the overactive Marukawa grapevine. Yokozawa had even heard it speculated that perhaps Kirishima had gotten married again, though he no longer wore a ring.
But Kirishima was not the only one seeing benefits from their recent "arrangement."Despite his new self-imposed schedule, Yokozawa's job performance had improved as well.
While he had always been efficient and often was ahead of the game in terms of his work, even though he wasn't staying as late as he used to he was getting more done. Yokozawa had realized just lately, that before he started spending so much time with the Kirishimas, he would draw things out at work. His workaholic tendencies due in part because he was avoiding his empty apartment.
Often times, in fact it was only his guilt about Sorata that had ever even brought him home.
Now, he was working even harder and taking fewer breaks, so that he could get home to Hiyori. Plus, though he'd never admit it, he liked cooking with the girl and having a meal prepared for when Kirishima returned from work.
It also didn't hurt that he was drinking so much less these days. In fact, Yokozawa couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up with a hangover and still had to haul his ass in to Marukawa.
This new morning clarity seemed to be helping his productivity as well, though previously he'd never really considered it a problem. His relative alcoholic abstinence was also helping his bank account, as was the fact he was now living full time with the Kirishima's.
Zen had finally convinced him to move in with them to save him all the time he'd been spending commuting. The editor had even surprisingly agreed when he insisted on having his own room for propriety in front of Hiyori. So with this new arrangement he'd reluctantly allowed the lease on his own apartment to run out.
Yokozawa frowned at this thought as he hung up his coat.
It annoyed him to no end that now his old place was gone, Kirishima absolutely refused to accept any money from him for the room he was occupying. So, to not feel like a freeloader, he did what he could to compensate: buying little things for around the house and purchasing all the groceries.
Yokozawa remembered the last time he complained. They had been arguing about this while sharing an elevator ride at work. Kirishima had pointed to the key case he was holding, the one they had exchanged for his birthday.
"I proposed to you remember?" Kirishima indicated the apartment key. "How would it look then for me to take your money. Besides," His eyes had twinkled, "I like to keep you in my debt a bit, Yokozawa. Just in case you ever got some crazy idea about changing your mind."
Yokozawa's brow furrowed at the memory. "Over-confident ass," he muttered under his breath as he picked up his work bag and the groceries and moved into the front room.
No sooner had he stepped out of the entry, then there was a flurry of delicate feet and high-pitched giggles as the two girls rushed out of Hiyori's bedroom to meet him.
"Onii-chan," Hiyori was breathless, her eyes shone with pleasure. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you. You're home earlier than I thought you'd be and I didn't hear you come in."
Yokozawa nodded at this and relinquished the grocery bag into Hiyori's outstretched hands.
Yokozawa returned Hiyori's wide-eyed cohort's bowed greeting with a nod. Yuki always acted slightly awed around him. As usual she'd remained standing slightly off to the side but Yokozawa was used to people keeping a safe distance from him.
"Oh, Onii-chan, you got those macaroons I like again!" Hiyori squeaked appreciatively peeking into the bag. "Can Yuki and I have one please?"
"Mmmm, is your homework done?"
"Yes! Well, all but my English and I wondered if you would help with that after dinner?"
Yokozawa nodded at this. "You and Yuki have been behaving yourselves then?"
"Yes, Onii-chan" Hiyori sounded just slightly exasperated by the question. She rolled her eyes and Yokozawa wondered at this thing he perceived as a rather womanly gesture.
He walked over to Sorata who had risen to welcome him home from the place where he'd been comfortably curled at the end of the sofa.
"Is that true Sorata? Have Hiyo-chan and Yuki-chan been conducting themselves responsibly?" The black and white cat pushed up into his outstretched hand purring. Yokozawa turned to Hiyori and Yuki.
"Well, since Sorata tells me you have been behaving, I suppose you can have one. But no more; I don't want you to spoil your dinner."
Hiyori tittered at her Onii-chan questioning the cat: it wasn't often that Yokozawa behaved so whimsically. Then she and Yuki both dashed into the kitchen chattering delightedly about the unexpected treat.
At his appearance in the kitchen doorway both girls looked at Yokozawa pink-cheeked for abandoning him so eagerly.
"I'll come in and put the things away that go on the high shelves in a minute." Yokozawa offered this before heading down the hall to his room to change out of his work clothes.
An hour later found Yokozawa and Hiyori in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Yuki's mother had stopped by a half hour earlier and picked up her daughter. It was still a bit uncomfortable for Yokozawa, the keen-eyed, wondering way the woman looked at him sometimes, but he was finally growing used to it.
He reached into the pocket of the green and white striped apron he was wearing and pulled out his phone. The apron was the least feminine one that he could find.
Kirishima kept bringing home new ones, each one more frilly than the last just to tease him. Yokozawa scowled at the thought as he looked at the time.
"Hiyori, your father should be home any minute, why don't you wash your hands and go out so you can greet him when he gets here?"
"Okay, Onii-chan," Hiyori chirped.
Just then the phone vibrated, Yokozawa flipped it open to read the text.
Will be late. Don't hold dinner. Kisses, Zen.
Yokozawa felt a warm heat in his cheeks, following the quiet pang of disappointment at the change in schedule. He frowned and immediately deleted the text. The last thing he ever wanted someone to see was a message from some man sending him kisses.
"Change in plans. Your father just messaged he's going to be late," Yokozawa said over the sink's running water.
"That's okay Onii-chan." Hiyori smiled as he handed her a towel for her hands. "I don't mind if it's just the two of us having dinner."
The truth of it was, Hiyori liked the times it was just the two of them. Despite the fact she was incredibly close to her papa, she was able to talk to her Onii-chan sometimes with an openness she couldn't risk with her father.
"Oooooh, I like this song!" Hiyori all but squealed, causing Yokozawa to start. She dashed over to the radio that had been playing low in the background and turned up the volume. A poppy kind of dance tune filled the warm kitchen.
"Do you know how to dance Onii-chan?" Hiyori asked, turning away from the radio.
Yokozawa grunted noncommittally. It had been ages since he'd danced, the last time being probably in early high school.
"Will you teach me then?"
"Wha…?" Yokozawa turned away from the vegetables he been sautéing and looked at Hiyori with an expression of disbelief. He grimaced, however, seeing how eager her eyes were.
"Why would you need to know? You're too young for dancing anyway."
"I'll be eleven next week though," Hiyori offered.
"Really?" Yokozawa pulled out a new frown at this information. This was the first time heard anything about it. He wondered why Kirishima hadn't mentioned anything to him about his daughter's birthday.
"Please Onii-chan? Just spin me once?" Hiyori's eyes were bright with hope.
Yokozawa couldn't help wondering how many hearts she was going to break in a few years. He could hardly tell her "no" when her expression was so earnest.
"Fine," he grumbled, "but just one spin." He stepped towards Hiyori, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Here, give me your hands." Yokozawa marveled as always at how delicate Hiyori was. He could fit two of her hands easily inside one of his big paws.
He showed her a few simple steps and then spun her. Hiyori approached the steps with the utmost seriousness but the spin made her giggle with delight.
Her was such wonderful sound, that of course one spin turned into half a dozen.
There probably would have been more too, but Yokozawa stopped abruptly and stiffened, when he suddenly heard a rich chuckle emanating from behind him. He scowled, turning to see Kirishima lounging in the kitchen doorway.
"Papa, you're home!" Hiyori cried quickly waltzing over to meet him.
Kirishima smiled back warmly and extend a lean arm. He took Hiyori's hand and gave his daughter a twirl of his own.
"Papa, Onii-chan was teaching me how to dance!" She exclaimed breathlessly.
"So I saw," Kirishima shot his lover a sly grin as he moved over to the refrigerator to get a beer.
"You said you were going to be late," Yokozawa grumbled.
"Ah, well that was a bit of a fib. I wanted to surprise you. But not nearly so much it seems as you surprised me, Takafumi," Kirishima's eyes glittered mischievously. "I always knew you were light on your feet," he teased.
Yokozawa turned back to the stove which wasn't nearly as hot as his face at the moment.
"Go sit at the table, Hiyori set it earlier, dinner's ready," he growled.
Kirishima watched Hiyori carry the first dish out to the table and took the opportunity the minute she was out of sight to place a light kiss on Yokozawa's lightly flushed cheek.
"Whatever you say twinkle toes." Kirishima laughed, and danced his way out of the kitchen before Yokozawa had the chance to retaliate.
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