Vol 3 Chapter 8 (1/2)
CHAPTER 8
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He’d been busy since morning today because it was finally the day of Hiyori’s birthday party. There were six guests scheduled to partic.i.p.ate, so Yokozawa had to prepare enough food to feed seven in total; and while it hadn’t been easy to concoct a menu featuring food that was both easy on the tongue as well as on the eyes, after consulting the cookbook that Hatori had given him and discussing ideas with Hiyori, he’d finally managed to pull it off. He’d even cooked up a practice batch of the most difficult dishes the previous day and gotten pa.s.sing marks.
“I bought the cake!” came Kiris.h.i.+ma’s voice from the genkan as he arrived back home.
“Stow it on the top shelf in the refrigerator. I’ve left some s.p.a.ce for it.”
Kiris.h.i.+ma had been placed in charge of picking up the cake they’d reserved for Hiyori’s birthday—and with that done, he’d now be on hand helping wait on the guests once the birthday party started. It’d be a great chance for him to show off that characteristic charm of his.
“I also took the liberty of buying some flowers as well—won’t hurt to have a splash of color, now will it?”
“Well that’s surprisingly thoughtful of y—” Yokozawa started to return casually when his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Kiris.h.i.+ma standing before him, a bouquet of so many roses in his grasp they looked like they were about to overflow his arms.
While such a bouquet might not have suited Yokozawa himself, they made one h.e.l.l of a portrait with Kiris.h.i.+ma. “Most of the buds were open already—so they cut me a deal on them. They smell great, don’t you think?”
“…Y—yeah, they do.” He quickly busied himself, frantic to ensure that Kiris.h.i.+ma not notice his agitation as he stood there captivated, when Hiyori poked her head into the room, having finally finished changing clothes.
“Welcome back, Father! Woooow, what’s what all these flowers?!”
“They’re a present—for you.”
“Huh?? For me?? But—I already got a birthday present from you…?” The dress decked out in sailor colors that she was wearing right now had been Kiris.h.i.+ma’s present to her; they’d gone out to buy it together just for the party today.
“Nah, you’re allowed as many presents as you want! They’re pretty, don’t you think? Here, go put them in a vase before everyone gets here. Oh, and set some over by your mama, too.”
“‘Kay! Thanks, Father!” Her cheeks flushed darkly at the happy surprise, and taking up the roses with a smile that nearly split her face, she darted off to the washroom where the vases were stored.
“I’m gonna go get changed too; I’m drenched in sweat, and it wasn’t even that much of a walk. May as well grab a shower while I’m at it.” With that, Kiris.h.i.+ma headed off to his bedroom, fanning his chest.
“……”
Actually, Yokozawa had something he wanted to tell Kiris.h.i.+ma today, and while it might have been best to leave it until after the party, he couldn’t keep calm with the decision to speak lodged firmly in his throat.
He chased after Kiris.h.i.+ma, delivering a knock on the door, and when granted admission, he softly slipped into the room. Deeming it best for Hiyori not to overhear this conversation just yet, he made sure to shut the door behind himself.
“What’s up?” came Kiris.h.i.+ma’s voice from the closet as he rifled through his wardrobe to find a new s.h.i.+rt, and after a moment’s hesitation, Yokozawa finally came to the point.
“I wanted…to discuss something with you.”
“Discuss something? Does it have to be right now?”
“Well—no, I mean, we can discuss it any time, I imagine, just…” It was less a matter of timing and more a matter of Yokozawa’s own resolution. If he didn’t get this over with while he’d resigned himself to doing so, he’d wind up losing his nerve. “Have you…already gone and done your gravesite tending for the year?”
“Yeah. What of it?”
He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. “Then… Just, it doesn’t have to be right now, and I won’t press it if you’re not comfortable with it, but…if you wouldn’t mind…could I…maybe go with you, some day?” Kiris.h.i.+ma’s eyes flashed wide at Yokozawa’s words, and shaking off the urge to back down, he forced himself to continue in a deluge of explanation, “It’s only—see, I really…just want to introduce myself properly. Like—to make it clear, I guess? I mean, I’m sure she’s worried about Hiyo, after all, and I want her to…understand that I’m not…not here with half-a.s.sed feelings or anyth—”
But Kiris.h.i.+ma’s hands shot out, gripped him by the head, and dragged him close; and with protests on his tongue, Yokozawa instantly found Kiris.h.i.+ma’s lips sealed over his own. “Ngh—mm—!” He was shaken for a moment at the sudden a.s.sault, but he quickly recovered his senses and shoved Kiris.h.i.+ma back. “What…the h.e.l.l are you…”
“Sorry, I just—was kind of overwhelmed, and it went to my head…!”
“React like a normal person then!” He rubbed at his mouth with the back of one hand, conscious of the lingering sensation of Kiris.h.i.+ma’s lips on his own, then abandoned his seat and placed a bit of s.p.a.ce between himself and Kiris.h.i.+ma. He couldn’t afford to be this careless.
“Seriously, though—you made me…so f.u.c.king happy. I’d love for you to come! And Hiyo would too!”
“…I certainly hope so, at least.” He’d never really discussed Hiyo’s mother with her—in part because he’d never had much opportunity, but also because it was a rather delicate subject, one not typically broached in day-to-day conversation.
“I guarantee it. And—yeah, we could bring Sorata along, too. She always wanted a cat, after all.” Selfish though the request may have been on Yokozawa’s part, Kiris.h.i.+ma seemed to be more than thrilled to receive it, which was no small relief.
“So Hiyori got her love of cats from her mother then, huh?”
“Maybe. I always wanted a huge dog, myself, but it’s tough, living in an apartment like this; and then there’s my job, too.”
“True; big dogs need a h.e.l.l of a lot of exercise.” With Kiris.h.i.+ma’s workload right now, there was no way he’d have the time for it. Plus, once Hiyori started middle school, she’d get even busier.
“I’ll save it for retirement. I’ve got my hands full with a certain wild bear right now, after all.”
“Oi—when you put it like that, it makes it sound like you’re the one who has to take care of me.” And maybe that was true in a sense in the workplace, but in private, Yokozawa was the one at wits’ end looking after Kiris.h.i.+ma.
“It’s a figure of speech, that’s all—don’t get p.i.s.sy.”
“I’m not getting p.i.s.sy.”
And as they stood there bickering, they caught Hiyori’s voice calling them from the kitchen: “Oniichan! I think the pie’s finished!”
“All right! I’m coming!” Yokozawa froze for a moment, realizing they’d just been entertaining a rather dangerous conversation, but Hiyori shouldn’t have been able to overhear them. Leaving Kiris.h.i.+ma to his devices in his bedroom, Yokozawa hurried back to the kitchen.
“See? It’s all finished baking, right?”
“Looks that way. Should be fine, given that it looks nice and crispy.” The meat pie seemed to have turned out not half bad after baking.
Except for using a pre-packaged frozen pie crust, this was something he’d worked to make together with Hiyori. He hadn’t been too sure about asking the birthday girl to help cook the food for her own party, but Hiyori herself seemed to be having a wonderful time in the process, so he decided not to get too worked up over it.
“The oven’s still hot so be careful not to touch.”
“Yessir~”
Wondering what was next on the list of things to do, Yokozawa consulted the schedule he’d taken the liberty of drawing up beforehand when the doorbell rang.
“Don’t tell me people are already arriving…?” They still had over an hour left until the party was supposed to start. If any friends of Hiyori’s had been hasty in their arrival, he wanted to at least have cleaned up the parts of the house they’d see.
“I don’t think so. I made sure to tell everyone we’d start at 1 PM.”
“Maybe it’s a delivery or newspaper fundraising push. I’ll go check, so you set the table, all right?”
“Will do!”
Kiris.h.i.+ma was typically the one to answer the door, but he’d headed into the bathroom just before, and Yokozawa could hardly call the guy out in the middle of his shower. Glancing into the monitor, he saw a rather nervous-looking boy staring back at him, and after a moment’s confusion at the unexpected arrival, he pressed the ‘on’ b.u.t.ton of the speakerphone.