The Time It Takes To Heal A Heart [Gladis & aominechhi]

[Gladis]

 

(I was trying to find something better for him but since I couldn't I'll stick with this for now. x.x)

Full Name:

中村 絢三

Kenzou Nakamura

 

Age:

31

 

Profession:

Salaryman

 

Being a parent is never easy. This seemed to ring especially true for the Kenzou Nakamura. Less than two weeks had passed since Yuki’s funeral, and his life already seemed to be tearing at the seams, yet for all the wrong reasons. Between long and harrowing working hours, the drinking ”parties” that often followed and household chores, there was hardly any time left for grief. And more importantly, the one person who probably needed his attention the most.

 

Kenzou had always been proud of his eldest and only son. Though still only eight years old, Akira was a bright young man. According to his late wife, he’d been doing very well in school – always bringing home tests that had been marked with high scores. Kenzou himself knew Akira to be a friendly and cheerful boy; always smiling and laughing. And yet... the past few weeks, he hadn’t seen his son smile even once. Kenzou couldn’t help but feel that the fault was entierly his own.

 

With that in mind, perhaps a phone call from his son’s school had only been a question of time.

 

As Kenzou pushed open the doors to Yamagawa Elementary School, he was hit by a sudden realization. In the two and a half years his son had attended this school, he’d never once set foot within its halways. Perhaps it was the murky autumn weather outside that had put him in a somber mood, or perhaps he was simply the dread of having to deal with yet another unfamiliar situation. There seemed to have been plenty of those lately that was getting the better of him.

 

It was only after about five minutes of wandering around mostly empty hallways that Kenzou realized he’d gotten completely and utterly lost.

 

”That’s just my luck.” He grunted as he came to a halt, raking a midly frustrated hand through locks of thick, dark brown hair. ”Now where were’s the teacher’s office? Ah damnit!” At this rate he was never going to make it to the appointment in time. There wasn’t even anyone around to ask for directions. Being so late in the afternoon it only made sense that most kids had gone home, but there should at least be some staff, right?

 

Kenzou was just about to turn around and backtrack his steps, when...

 

”Excuse me sir, are you Mr. Nakamura?”

 

As he turned around, a dark haired woman of small stature entered his field of vision. Her hair had been tied back into a loose ponytail, and a pair of big glasses rested on the bride of her nose.

 

”Yes, that would be me.” He confirmed, wondering if this was the teacher he was supposed to be meeting. Though he could have sworn that the person on the phone was a man...

 

The smile she wore was almost apologetic and she kept reajusting her glasses as though nervous.

 

”Uhm... my c-collegue...he was l-l-” She paused briefly, taking a deep breath. ”-looking for you.” She finished. Then she pointed to the ceiling. ”They’re u-upstairs. C-classroom 3...F.”

 

”Ah, thank you!” Kenzou smiled in appreciation, offering her a small, polite bow. Then he turned on his heels and headed up the staircase as instructed, though not without a sense of urgency. Before long he was standing in front of classroom 3F, and it was about time too. A quick glance at his wrist watch told him that he already was twelve minutes late. Bracing himself, he gave the door a swift knock.

 

The very moment the door was opened, before he even had time to properly catch a glimpse of the person was adressing, he dropped into another bow.

 

”Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

[aominecchi]

Full Name:

Hajime Moriyama

 

Age:

35

 

Profession:

Elementary School Teacher

 

Appearance:

 

 

Tic, toc. Tic, Toc. The sun's rays were the only source of illumination in the classroom, painting it with shades of orange and purple as the sun was setting down. The ticking clock only added to the otherwise silent ambiance, since most students had left already. Moriyama was sitting at his desk, idly waiting for the appointment. His eyes momentarily glanced up the clock, across the room, letting out a soft sigh afterwards. 16:03PM. Still early. Being three minutes late can be forgiven, he thinks and slides his hands in his pockets while leisurely waiting on his comfortable chair.

 

16:06PM. Unforgivable. Moriyama doesn't even excuse his students' tardiness at this point. More so, a parent. Someone who is old and mature enough to understand they need to be in time for their appointments. What a selfish thing, to show up late. Through proper preparation, they wouldn't be - There was a knock on the door and Moriyama hurried to adjust his suit. He needed to look proper in front of the students' parents. The female teachers and faculty staff are always around him, flirting, as he is a very groomed and polite man.

 

"Moriyama Sensei." The voice called out, revealing a blushing woman. "Ah, Ms Aizawa." He slightly bowed with a smile, only turning her blushing more intense. Had Moriyama not been a calculating person, he would reply with something ruder. Something like, 'Ah, it's just you.' with a disappointed, superior smirk. "Umm... I brought the documents you requested the other day... I was just finished with them now." The woman wearing glasses said and approached his desk, gently placing the papers on top before bowing back. Moriyama tried his best to retain his smile at the response. He really tried. It's a shame that he couldn't. "Thank you Ms Aizawa." He swears he could have done a better job. "Oh," He almost forgot. "Mr Nakamura has an appointment with me. Well, had, at four o'clock. Could you please search for him on your way back to the office? I am certain he is lost." Moriyama forced another one of his bright smiles - the ones he saves for when asking for a favor - and then stood up his seat, readjusting his suit once more. "Of- Of course!" Ms Aizawa replied, blushing as usual, and exited the classroom.

 

Another soft sigh escaped from Sensei's lips as he approached the window and then slightly raised his right sleeve to stare at his watch. 16:12PM. In eight minutes, he is leaving. He will not wait any more than eight minutes, he thinks and reaches for his left front pocket in his pants, grabbing his packet of cigarettes. Just in time for the door to be knocked once again. If it's Aizawa again, he will lose his composure. "Come in." Moriyama says and returns to his desk, feeling glad he did not take a drag before. What if he was seen?

 

This time, a tall man entered with long hair. His attention quickly shifted towards the parent, observing his appearance from head to toes. What an intimidating aura. Intimidating? No. Manly, mature but not so groomed. Maybe they were the exact opposite. That deduction intrigued Moriyama; he hadn't seen anyone similar to this man. "Mister Nakamura, I pressume?" He smiled while extending his arm for a handshake. Good manners is the most important thing, in order to leave a good impression. "Please don't worry. You are here now. That's what matters." He continued, wanting to say in fact that it was about goddamn time he arrived. Twelve minutes. Moriyama had to wait a whole twelve minutes!

 

Oh, that's correct. The parent is here now. Sensei's anger is somehow lost in between the words, probably taken aback by the man's appearance. How to put this... It wasn't what he expected? Usually, it was the mother that visited and not for the reason they had for the meeting this time. "Akira is a very good kid." Moriyama begins to explain while placing his hands in his pockets, figuring he had to start with the good news first. "The brightest in his class. Always on time, and always getting good grades. However..." His glance fell to the ground as his smile faded while leaning against the desk. "Lately he has been neglecting his studies. The last few tests were practically an embarrassment. Now, I won't pry into your personal matters, but I believe that this is the cause for his downfall. Usually parent-teacher meetings are done in the presence of the student but I feel this conversation is not something that Akira wants to hear. At least, not at this moment." Moriyama elaborates further on the reason for the meet up and then takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly afterwards. He may be strict but he has always loved children. Hence, he always found such meetings to be difficult for both him and the parents.

 

[Gladis]

The first thought that came to Kenzou’s mind as he straightened up, finally able to fully take in the other was... scary. The man wore a smile and yet that glint of mild irritation in his piercing gaze was unmistakable. Not that Kenzou didn’t think that he deserved it. There really was no excuse for his tardiness.

 

The man seemed to enbody Kenzou’s very image of a teacher. Strict, proper, sharp and polite. Elegant, in a sense, and not without an aura of authority. And yet there was something else. As though was the sort of person that tend to keep their true feelings concealed by a public mask. In other words, the polar opposite to Kenzou, who always seemed to wear his emotions on his sleeve. Like the look of baffelment that spread across his features when Mr. Moriyama extended his hand to him, as opposed to greeting him with the more costumary bow. Perhaps he’d been jumping to conclusions too soon. Still, he didn’t want to embarass himself more than he already had and thus accepted the invitation to a handshake. It was light and brief, though not entierly unpleasant.

 

”It’s good to meet you, sir.”

 

Mr. Moriyama certainly didn’t seem to be one for small talk, as he quickly cut to the chase. It was concerning to say the least. Kenzou had already figured that Akira wasn’t doing well, but that he’d go so far as to start fights with his fellow students... Well, it did explain where all the bruises he’d seen on the boy were coming from.

 

Kenzou exhaled deeply, suddenly feeling very exhausted.

 

”Hm... how do I say this...” He hesitated. ”I’m not sure if you’re aware, but his mother... my wife...” his hand dropped to his side, curling into a fist and his posture stiffened. ”She recently passed away.” He paused briefly before adding quickly. ”Ah, please don’t get me wrong! It’s by no means an excuse for his behavior but...”

 

As Kenzou tried to think of how to continue, he rubbed the back of his head. A little habit of his.

 

”I will talk to him about it.” Yet even though he said it, he didn’t sound very cofindent. After all, he’d barely been able to speak with Akira so far, how was this time going to be any different?

[aominecchi]

Ever since a young age, Moriyama always attempted to hide his own thoughts and feelings in front of others. Especially at the presence of his parents. Both sides of the family have a strong background; His father is a lawyer, his grandfather a doctor, his great grandfather a professor and the family tree only goes on and on, stretched and similar on both sides. Therefore, it was only natural for him to have a well respected job. Only that he loved kids. Only that he was different. Only that he wanted to take care of preschool children. His strict upbringing disallowed to do so and hence Moriyama settled for becoming an elementary school teacher.

 

Indeed, Moriyama has not changed much from the past. He believes he conceals his true self remarkably. Or else, he wouldn't be so popular. If only they knew how rotten to the core he is. His eyes narrowed while accompanied with a smirk as he shook the man's hand long and firm enough to establish his dominance. The same smile appears on his expression as before, his eyes not matching his lips. Usually, he would politely bow but he felt he could be relaxed in front of that man. Perhaps, it was a grave mistake.

 

As Mr Nakamura started to explain the reason behind Akira's actions, Moriyama's gaze shifted towards him, losing all hints of superiority, as a frown overshadowed his face. A frown that he soon got rid of upon realizing it was showing. "I am sorry to hear." He simply replies and stays silent for a moment. The death of a loved someone - of a family member is not an excuse. For as heartless and twisted as he may be, at least he knows this much. However, he does not voice his thoughts. "But..." Moriyama continues with a soft exhale that probably sounded more like a sigh. Akira is a good kid. It's a shame for his grades to drop. "It's inexcusable to start fights within the school grounds." Okay, maybe he shouldn't be this blunt. Well, whatever. It's not proper for underage children to start fighting and give each other bruises like gangsters. They need to be disciplined.

 

Moriyama falls silent once again. This student troubles him. "I cannot guarantee that there won't be repercussions next time. He only got off this time because the Principal insisted, given Akira's previous good record. That being said, I will try to help him through... this. Such situations take time to overcome but I am confident with the proper attention and long talks, kids - Akira can overcome this. You just need to get closer, that's all." Moriyama finally advised, giving a polite bow at the parent afterwards while a small but genuine smile sat on his lips. Perhaps he cared after all. "That would be all Mr Nakamura. Do you have any other questions?" Gods, he is hungry. Hopefully the man won't keep him longer. It would be nice if he had some shushi. Ah, guess he'll have to make due with some conbini noodles. It would also be nice if there was a woman to tidy up after him but alas, the world is an unfair place.

 

[Gladis]

C o l d.

 

The corners of Kenzou’s lips twitched as he did his best to keep his emotions in check. Of course it wasn’t an excuse. He’d even said so himself. So then why did this prick of a teacher feel the need to repeat it? What did he take Kenzou for; an idiot? Did he always sound this condescending? Or did he just happen to be some kind of sadistic twat who happens to enjoy rubbing salt into people’s wounds?!

 

No.

 

He couldn’t allow himself to continue that thought. This wasn’t a time to get angry. Despite the way Moriyama delivered the truth, he still wasn’t wrong. If Kenzou didn’t come to grip with the situation soon, surely things would end up becoming considerably more problematic. Just being told so wouldn’t make a difference, however. Even if he was well aware of the issue, it when it came to finding a solution where things got difficult. ’You just need to grow closer, that’s all.’ was definitely easier said than done, when the boy would barely even look his father in the eyes.

 

Kenzou was just about to tell him exactly that, but he stopped himself once more. In truth, it was none of Mr. Moriyama’s business. Besides, snapping at him wasn’t going to help. Especially since the advice, however useless, seemed to have sprung from good intentions. The slight smile the painted on the other man’s face seemed genuine enough. It was even... fairly pleasant.

 

”Perhaps you’re right...” he said after a while before shaking his head in response Mr. Noriyama’s other question. ”No, I don’t believe so. Thank you for making time for me and my son. If there’s nothing more, I shan’t take up your time any longer.”

[aominecchi]

Most of Kenzou's thoughts were written on his expressions, like an open book, bringing amusement to Moriyama's lips. It would be a lie not to admit he enjoyed watching as the man fidgeted. Besides, being called twisted, sick or a sadist isn't the first time. At least Kenzou kept his composure, winning another bright yet sly smile from sensei. "Well," He exhaled, standing up from the desk he was leaning on and then slightly bowed in contrast to the handshake he offered earlier. Whatever meaning this motion had, it was up to interpretation. For a man as complex as Moriyama, it could even be a simple act to mess with the man. After all, he enjoyed being in control. "Thank you for making time for me as well." He repeated Kenzou's words and then accompanied the parent towards the door. "I hope your matters will be solved quickly. Akira is a good kid. It's a shame to lose everything he's worked so hard for up to now." Moriyama lastly said and lingered a while more at the door as he watched Kenzou leave. A chuckle escaped from his lips, thinking how interesting he was.

 

Several moments later, his phone started ringing and smiled at the calling number. Another victim. Seems like diner will be taken care of for tonight. "It took you long to call back." He picked up the call with a teasing tone. A middle aged male voice was heard from the other line. "Really? You missed me? I thought you got tired of me." Honestly, such sweet words meant nothing. All he had to do, is to act hurt and innocent at first, then everyone desperate enough would fall in his trap. It's easier this way. One night, no feelings, no attachment. "You have to make up for it you know... Tonight?" Everything is a game.

 

The next morning, Moriyama found himself wrapped in covers and naked, embraced tightly by a man on an unfamiliar bed. "So bothersome" He complained with a groan and shoved the middle aged man away, without a care whether he'll be waken up or not. It was 6AM. School starts at 8AM. Really, a bother. His hips ache, really, the man could have gone a little gentler, sensei thinks while looking around the apartment for his clothes. After dressing up, he glanced once more towards the middle aged man and then shook his head in disappointment. He barely felt anything despite the intensity. A shame. Maybe he'll have better luck next time, he thinks and shuts the door behind him.

 

-- Several Days Later --

 

Another boring day, another victim. This time Moriyama aimed on a younger prey. A much, much younger men who is a university student. Anyone will do, as long as they are not underage. Anyone. As long as they make him forget. As long as they - - "Hajime-san?" The young adult waved in front of Moriyama's eyes to grab his attention and thus interrupted his thoughts. "Huh?" He blinked. Oh, yeah. They are eating noodles at a family restaurant. So innocent... and romantic. Yuck. "Hajime-san, are you alright? You seem distracted." The boy asked in concern upon witnessing sensei being in his own world since they first the restaurant. Honestly he preferred to spend time with children. With his students. They were easier to understand, pure, simple. Quite the opposite from adults. "Ye-Yeah. I am fine." Moriyama faked a smile in an attempt to hide his irritation over being called by his first name. Who said they were this close to comfortably call each other by their name? He raised the chopstick, as if he was about to stab the poor university student and then smiled some more, diving in his bowl of noodles once again. Just hurry it up please, he internally begs, wanting to end this night as quickly as he can.

 

Only that fate had other plans.

 

Only that he found himself being drenched in sake, and before he could even react, a slap followed. It was the middle aged business man he had spent the night with, several days ago. To think a man of this age would be so attached and obsessed. "What a creep." Moriyama laughed as he searched for a tissue to wipe what he could off his suit and face while the customers stared in shock at the scene. At his words, the man snapped and started shouting. "I didn't know you were a whore." His next sentence was directed towards the poor university student, who was left speechless. "He is using you. Us. He will open his legs to anyone." Ah, really. Did they have to meet at this place? It was sensei's favorite spot to eat. Now he'll have to find another restaurant. Hopefully there weren't any parents from the school or worse. The young man stared at Moriyama terrified and then fled.

 

[Gladis]

Drunken laughter filled the room. Whether it was genuine or not was hard to to tell. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves on a surface level themselves, there was an unmistikable air of underlying tension. After all, they were in the presence of their boss. Although these kinds of events were meant to be a time to relax and tighten the bonds within the group, there was only so much one could afford to loosen up. Hirarchies were by no means forgotten – so if a senpai told a joke, no matter how unfunny, one was expected to laugh.

 

Yet Kenzou didn’t feel like laughing. The meeting with Mr. Moriyama a few days prior was still fresh on his mind and not without good reason. Despite his best efforts to approach his son about the issue, he seemed to have made little if any progress. Akira simply wasn’t willing to open up to his father. It also didn’t help that Kenzou was unable to be there for him to the extent that would perhaps have been nessecary. Drinking sessions such as these were exactly one of the many reasons why. He hated it. He hated being so tied down, unable to help the one person who needed him the most. He hated it, having to keep up the facade. Having to laugh and put on a smile even when he felt like his entire world was falling apart.

 

It was a sudden and hard slap on his back that interuppted his lammenting thoughts.

 

”Hey Mr. Nakamura! Why the long face? Is something weighing on your mind?”

 

As he looked up, he was met by a somewhat humored expression from one of the men around the table. He a red faced chap, somewhere around his mid fifties and nutriously party happy individual. He also happened to be Kenzou’s boss.

 

”I’m sorry, Si-”

 

”Oh, I know just the right thing!” Before he even had time to finish his apology, his superior reached for his beer bottle, filling Kenzou’s once half empty glass to the brim.

 

”Thank you, sir.” There was little Kenzou could do but crack a grin, lifting his glass to the hoots and cheers of his coworkers. Perhaps this was just what he needed. Or perhaps it was just the fastest ticket to making himself sick. Regardless he had no choice but to drink it. To refuse was unthinkable. And that was how it would go for the rest of the night. As it had always gone. Or so he thought at the time.

 

Kenzou had never been particularly good at holding his liquor. His tolerance was surprisingly low, and once his limits had been breached, he’d soon begin to feel somewhat nauseated. This was hardly something new, but usually it could be ignored. This time, however... No matter what, he needed to get out of there. Perhaps it was the combination of worry, overwork and alcohol that was the culprit. Or perhaps he’d simply had a little too much to drink. Either way he was in desperate need of fresh air. His bosses’ brief absence as he left for a toilet break was the perfect oportunity.

 

The chilly autumn breeze outsuide was a pleasant contrast to the warm and stuffy air within the resturant. Kenzou inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes as he leaned against the wall. Finally! Finally, and if only for a moment, he felt like he could breathe. Though far from being fine, at least he didn’t feel like he would throw up at any moment. Now all he needed was a quick smoke and perhaps he would survive this evening after all. However Kenzou knew he couldn’t afford to be absent for too long. Sighing heavily he raked his hand through his hair, unfastening his ponytail.

 

Well, it was about time to go back.

 

He’d barely even set foot inside the resturant

 

"I didn’t know you were a whore. He is using you. Us. He will open his legs to anyone."

 

His bosses’ angry voice carried all the way across the room to where Kenzou was standing by the entrance, causing more than just a few heads to be turned their way. It was... shocking, to say the least. Yet not nearly as shocking as realizing who the other person involved in this mess was. Sitting there, drenched in sake, looking as miserable as ever was none other than Mr. Moriyama himself.

 

”...”

 

Kenzou’s memories of what happened next were blurry at best. One moment he was standing at the door, completely dumbfounded by the scene. The next he closed the distance between him and his boss at a shocking speed. It was as though all of his anger and frustrations cullminated in this very moment. Every inconsiderate action and comment the man had ever made; all the pain and stress he’d been responsible. All of it packed into the tightly curled fist that burried itself in the middle of the older man’s face.

[aominecchi]

 

Ah, really.

 

That old man just had to bring this up in public, at a family restaurant no less in which Moriyama's acquaintances from his workplace or else might frequent. Not only that, but he had to cause a scene by drenching him with sake as well. What a waste of good liquor. The fleeing boy didn't even catch Sensei's interest. There was a bigger mess unfolding right in front of his own eyes, which he needed to clean up as soon as possible. Moriyama closes his eyes for a moment, in an attempt to hold his anger in, and then takes a deep breath. It takes enormous effort to not punch the old man right in front of everyone. For now, he settles with flinching his fist under the table while flashing a murderous smile. "I will not forgive this." Moriyama utters while gritting his teeth and then reaches for his wallet before standing up, tossing a 100 yen without expecting change. It's his form of apology for causing a scene.

 

Yeah, he manages to retain his composure and dignified stance till the exit, where he meets the person he least expects; Kenzou. His smile instantly fades away and gets replaced with cold sweat and shivers that ran down his spine at the presence of a student's parent. Had Kenzou witnessed everything?

 

What a stupid question.

 

He blinks once in disbelief upon watching Kenzou punching the old man for reasons unknown. Like, what the hell is going on? The one who should be punching that pig in suit is him, not Kenzou. He blinks again, being utterly speechless.

 

What a mess.

 

Moriyama doesn't even look back. Instead, he attempts to grab Kenzou's tie and force him to go all the way behind the restaurant, at a tight and dark alley. Only then he drops down his guard. "You saw, right?" Moriyama always cut to the chase, being a man of few words. "You really saw that." The second time he asked, it wasn't even a question but more of a fact. There is no way, no matter how drunk someone may have been back there to not turn sober at that disgusting man's claims.

 

Claims. As if his words were lies.

 

Sensei softly chuckles at the thought before shifting his attention back to Kenzou, whom he had no idea how to deal with. Like, beating that man up was out of question. It's a criminal offense and he doesn't know how fight. Call the police? Nah, questionable rumors regarding his sexuality will circulate. So... what's left?

 

The droplets of sake falling down from his locks to his cheeks kept distracting him. Hopefully the stench wouldn't stay till morning. He had classes to teach, and a dignity to keep.

 

After some serious thinking, the perfect idea came as revelation to his mind. He would almost say out loud Eureka! Alas, Moriyama usually counts his words. "You..." His eyes glanced up Kenzou's face with a grin as he readjusted his foggy glasses. "I'll give you whatever you want in exchange." Well, he thought of money or giving Akira better grades. Totally, not, lewd, stuff. "So... You will forget what happened today, okay?" Suddenly his expression changes and his angelic smile returns. It was an otherwise good deal. Only that Moriyama did not calculate that perhaps Kenzou was not planning on revealing the events that transpired that day anyway. Or that the two were acquainted, or even working under the same company.

 

The urge to know the reason why Kenzou acted like that stood at the edge of Sensei's lips, however, he felt it wasn't the right time to ask. Things were already as awkward as they could get.

 

[Gladis]

What a mess indeed.

 

If Moriyama was rendered speechless by Kenzou’s actions, the perpretetor himself was outright floored by what had just transpired. He hadn’t been thinking, hadn’t even realized what he was doing until it was too late. His body had moved before his mind, the impact of his fist colliding with his superior’s face sending a slight shiver through his arm. The older man bounced backwards in an almost cartoonish fashion, his back hitting the resturant wall with a thud as blood began to began to flow from his nose in a steady stream.

 

In an instant, all the chatter in the resturant died down. It was soon followed by a scream. Yet Kenzou was in too great a shock to even notice. What happened after that, he couldn’t say for sure. The world around him seemed to dissolve into a blurry, crimson mess. The only thing he could see was the color red. Red on the back of his hand, red on his boss’s face, red on his suit. So shocked was he in fact, that he barely noticed the pull on his tie. It seemed like one moment he’d been standing inside the crowded eatery – the next he found himself in some alley way with only a very scary looking Moriyama for company.

 

He could barely even tell what the man was going on about, for his mind was preoccupied with with a far more dire realization. It wasn’t until then that the true weight of what he’d done began to sink in. Despite his drunken state, Kenzou looked uncharacteristically pale.

 

”I hit him...” he covered his mouth with his hand, ”...I really hit him.... oh my god...” he could feel his stomach twist as a sickness even greater than before overcame him. ”Oh my god...” he backed up against the brick wall, slowly sinking into a squat as he grabbed his head between his hands. What had he done?

 

It was only when Moriyama spoke again that he glanced up to meet his gaze.

 

"You... I'll give you whatever you want in exchange. So... You will forget what happened today, okay?"

 

Kenzou blinked, his expression momentarily shifting to one of confusion, before transitioning into a frown.

 

”What in the world are you going on about? Who even gives a fuck if you’re gay? It’s not like I’d have anything to gain from spreading rumors anyway. If anyone’s in deep shit here right now, it’s me.”

 

He let out a deep breath, covering his face with his hands.

 

”... I think I just punched my way into unemployment.”

[aominecchi]

 

Moriyama silently watched Kenzou's reactions and regret, finding them truly amusing. However, no matter how interesting the scene was getting, he had to find a way to stop him, or else they would turn the center of attention once again, or worse; Being found out by the old fart. "Hey." His eyes fell on Kenzou, who's squatting on the ground, turning as pale as a ghost. "Uh..." Okay, what now? Moriyama was never good in consoling others. Well, whatever. They are both men. He'll just have to suck it up like a good parent. "Yeah... You hit him, but you didn't kill him." Kenzou actually did him a favor, but he keeps that thought to himself. His right hand slid inside his pant pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes along with a lighter. They both needed to calm the fuck down but perhaps Moriyama was better at hiding his feelings. "You want one?" He asks Kenzou, though he is not really offering. It was just a mere gesture of politeness. Moriyama then brought the cigarette to his lips and lighted it up, inhaling the smoke before releasing it into a heavy sigh.

 

Yeah, so. What now?

 

Somehow, it doesn't feel right to leave Kenzou alone in this state. After all, the man punched the old fart for reasons unknown but still, he punched the old fart. Moreover, he didn't ask for anything in return. Moriyama takes another long drag of his cigarette and then squats in front of Kenzou as well, attempting to ruffle the other's head if allowed with a chuckle. "You really are an idiot." Always so blunt, but he further elaborates. "You first punch a stranger, you then learn a huge secret but do not plan to spread it. You are either a very noble man or an idiot." Moriyama teases as he holds the cigarette in one hand and rests his chin on the other. "Since this world is not as kind, I place all my bets on the 'idiot' scenario."

 

Why was it so easy and tempting to tease Kenzou? That's a grand mystery of life, but Moriyama was set on solving other unanswered questions first. Questions like, why did Kenzou punch the man? Or why were they at the same restaurant? Sensei is about to open his mouth and ask, only to be interrupted with a revelation that dropped like a bomb.

 

"What." He blinked twice, his mouth hanging open in shock. Did he hear this right? ”... I think I just punched my way into unemployment.” There is an awkward moment of silence before Sensei manages to find the right words to respond to this. A very long awkward moment of silence, that he almost forgot to take a drag of his cigarette, the ash accumulating on the pavement. Just then he notices Kenzou's wounds as well, or his bloody fist to be exact. "Well, I wouldn't worry if I were you. If he was your Boss... That means you went out to eat as a team. And then THAT happened, and then the OTHER thing in front of his employees. Would he really fire you if you threaten him with revealing to the whole company he is gay?" A marvelous idea. Hopefully it will work, riiiiiiight? Riiiight? It wasn't even an idea, but more like a serious joke. Who gives out threats like that in the 21st century? "You can always work for me." Moriyama lastly teases Kenzou with a sadistic grin, which's interpretation is left up for guessing, followed by another ruffle of the hair if allowed.

 

Oh, he was having a field day despite being in this kind of situation.

[Gladis]

Ouch. Kenzou was getting roasted by the older man – and pretty badly at that. He almost physically winced when Moriyama pointed out that he hadn’t actually killed the guy. If only things were that simple. If only that sort of argument had been enough to save him from getting fired. But alas, he’d be lucky enough to escape being dragged to court. What would he do if that happened? What would happen with Akira? Kenzou didn’t even want to think about right then. Things were complicated enough already.

 

”...”

 

He was just about to retort with a bitter remark, when he was completely thrown off guard my a puff of smoke right up his face and a hand gently ruffling his hair. It was unexpected to say the least, but also surprisingly comforting. So were the word’s that followed, and they even managed to promt a small smile from Kenzou.

 

”Don’t you think noble and stupid kind of tend to go hand in hand?” At least, that was what his father used to tell him. His father? Why was he suddenly thinking about his parents? He hadn’t really been properly in touch with them for years. And yet there was something about how this situation that reminded him of a time when everything was easier. When his biggest concern was having to eat those pesky vegetables his mother insisted putting on his plate. When he didn’t have to worry about making ends meet, staying on good terms with his idiotic boss or getting Akira through school. It was the same kind of pleasant warm feeling he got from this rather intimate interaction with Moriyama.

 

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

 

”Why does every suggestion you come up with rely on such backhanded methods? No offense, Mr. Moriyama, but you seem like you’d be a terrifying boss.” It was by all means a good spirited joke, delivered with a smile. Even so, it wasn't entierly untrue.

 

Kenzou sighed, running his hand through his at this point pretty messy dark hair.

 

”Well, it’s not like moping around here all night will change anything.” he rose back to his feet, offering his hand to Moriyama. ”Here I’m the one complaining, but you’re the one drenched in sake. I’m sorry for taking up your time. Here, that’s the least I can do to make up for it.” As he spoke, Kenzou removed his suit jacket, holding it out to the shorter man. ”It might be a bit big on you, but it’ll do until you get home, and it’s definitely better than what you’ve got at the moment.”

[aominecchi]

Well, who could have guessed such a wild incident, which also feels out of character, could bring two people closer. There was a tease, ready to be aimed toward Kenzou but Moriyama held that thought in at the man's comment regarding noble and stupid belonging together. Instead, a light chuckle was heard with a friendly purpose. He is not that heartless as to add salt to injury. At least,

not yet. "Are you suggesting that my methods are unconventional?" Moriyama answers with a sly yet playful undertone, knowing too well what the other really meant by being a terrifying boss.

 

Surely, it isn't the first time he's heard so. Despite not even being a boss, or a person who holds a high position, Moriyama somehow always manages to scare both ladies and gentlemen alike. The faint memory of his mother drifts in his mind, remembering how she always used to tell him not to frown nor show any signs of inconvenience in front of others. It may be surprising, but Moriyama used to be such a poster child. Of course, only until he grew up and became independent.

 

Sweet, sweet freedom.

 

"Well," He exhales with a sigh while watching Kenzou take off his jacket. A polite action, only that it didn't suit someone like him. If he were a woman perhaps... He would even be impressed.

 

 

Lies.

 

He is very impressed, however, his assertiveness and alpha characteristics cannot allow this. "I am not a woman." He attempts to reject Kenzou's offer to wear the jacket , as politely as Moriyama can but his facial expression suggests otherwise. He then raises his right hand to adjust his wet bangs behind his face, revealing his forehead. When was the last time he kept his hair styled like that? Hell, he doesn't even remember. Bangs suit him better in his humble opinion. Plus, most of his expressions can be hidden that way. Fortunately or not, Moriyama is not as brave nor does he have Kenzou's enormous build to support a longer style.

 

"So, keep the jacket. It's not as bad as it looks, I am only worried about the stench. I dread the moment morning will come." How will I face my students, he would internally add in slight shiver, but he usually doesn't mention emotional words. After all, he has a reputation to keep. His attention is shifted towards Kenzou's eyes and then he smiles. Yes, there is actually a genuine smile on Moriyama's lips. "Is your hand okay, though? I can patch it up quick for you at home." And shows concern as well. Damn, this must be a rare day. Or, Moriyama simply figures he's gotta repay Kenzou for punching that annoying old man.

 

Maybe he feels a bit guilty as well.

 

Maybe.

[Gladis]

”I don’t know if ’unconventional’ is the right word to describe them.” Kenzou mused, watching Moriyama carefully. ”They’re just not very nice.” After all, no matter how much of a pig Moriyama thought Kenzou’s boss was, and no matter how much grief that man had caused him – Kenzou had lost the right to complain the moment he raised his fist. He’d already caused everyone, himself included, more than enough problems. Even if said problems certainly wouldn’t just solve themselves. Kenzou knew that, but he was an honest man. He’d find a way.

 

Find a way?

 

Could the situation even be saved at this point? From the outside it must have looked like he punched the man and ran off. That would hardly help him in court. Or during the police interrogation – whichever came first. Honestly, he was surprised that he hadn’t been dragged off by men in uniforms yet. Even if his boss may not have called the police, surely someone else would. Considering how late it was, the resturant had been far from crowded but still...

 

Kenzou arched an eyebrow at Moriyama’s refusal to take the jacket.

 

”... did I ever imply you were?” What kind of schrewed world did they live in, if only showing courtesy towards women was considered acceptible. ”Look, you keep saying you’re fine but it’s not very convincing when you look so miserable. Come, just take it.” Without waiting for Moriyama’s response he simply hung it around his shoulders. ”It’s rude not to accept.” It was uncharacteristic for Kenzou to be so pushy. He tended to be overbearing in general, yes, but usually in a more careful manner. Now he simply didn’t have the patience to dealing with Moriyama’s fake bravery.

 

The others comment, however, confused Kenzou a little.

 

”What do you mean? Can’t you just go home and wash up? This isn’t your only set of clothes, is it?” He asked, perhaps a little sheepishly.

 

Upon being asked about his hand, he flexed it a few times and lifted it up to get a better look at it. Then he shook his head. ”My hand is fine. It doesn’t even hurt. Unfortunately... I doubt the blood is my own. Thank you for the offer, though. It’s very kind of you.” He smiled, thoughtfully scratching the back of his head.

 

”So...uh... do you live far from here?”

[aominecchi]

Kenzou's sentences always leave such great openings for a tease, that Moriyama should have been crowned a champion by now for resisting this urge. For instance, had Kenzou been one of his many flirts and one night stands, Moriyama would pin him at the wall, despite his smaller frame, and teach him what is 'not very nice'. Fortunately or not, students' parents are off limits as they bring more drama into the relationship and some even meddle their kids.

 

And that was what Moriyama was going to do next; Drive Kenzou away and let this absurd scene fade away and be forgotten, however, the other's kind nature begs him to stay. Moriyama could not even protest before the jacket was hung on his shoulders, letting out a soft sigh afterwards as he adjusted it.

 

Really.

 

He should leave.

 

This situation was starting to become dangerous.

 

And yes, he does not say thank you because the jacket was practically forced on him.

 

"I look miserable?" Moriyama arched a brow, accompanied with a chuckle. Quite honestly, he had no idea how bad his well kept appearance had turned into, but, judging from Kenzou's they must both be equally bad. At least there are no blood stains on his suit, those are difficult to clean off. Ah, just at the mere thought of glancing at himself in the mirror and witness his horrible look sends chills down his spine. In case Kenzou hasn't realized yet, Moriyama is a clean freak among other things.

 

Well, Kenzou's next question is very ridiculous indeed. Of course Moriyama had another suit! Why would he be asked that? Did he give off any weird vibes, such as being poor or a beggar? Suddenly, more deductions follow which borderline touch the realms of reality as he is secretly having a mini heart attack over his appearance and the image others perceived of him. The unnecessary thoughts only stop at the last question, which kind of serves as a wake up call. Moriyama's expression had changed into a million colors but it would not be noticeable unless someone was perceptive enough or were close to him.

 

He blinked twice, slowly recovering from the mini episode. Alas, he takes a deep breath and then exhales.

"Ugh... Yeah?" Still recovering apparently, hence why his words are not the usual cold and short ones, delivered in a superior tone and attitude. "My apartment is a fifteen minute walk from here. Would you like to come by and take a shower? I live alone." Usually, Moriyama doesn't invite anyone into his apartment. Usually, he doesn't even make offers such these. However, he felt he had to somehow thank Kenzou for the trouble he's been into and the last sentence is only uttered as an attempt to persuade him to come.

 

There are definitely no ulterior motives hidden there.

 

Definitely.