▸ ‘ & Yokozawa ;

              AH…!

                    Takano …

      Yokozawa rarely saw him these days, even around work. Much less on the streets. It was fall, too ━ nearing winter; perhaps they’d both gotten the same idea to go and get a warm beverage at this time of evening. Or maybe…Takano was meeting Onodera somewhere.

      Yokozawa’s eyes narrowed at the thought, however the movement was subtle. Not nearly as subtle as the way his fingers curled into a tight fist at his side. The familiar and no-less painful feeling of a fire igniting inside his heart, setting flame to the most vital of his organs.

      WHY…? Why HIM…? He felt as though he’d spend every last remaining seconds of his life wondering, never fully satisfied about the outcome of Takano’s relationship with Onodera Ritsu. It just…made no sense to the man who’d been there for Takano, when Onodera had not.

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      “Takano…” Yokozawa greeted him quietly once they were within range of each other. Cracks already beginning to form in the mask he wore. “…are you well?” It’s natural for him to ask; right away, too. Takano’s health was of utmost importance to his friend. He knew how much he could work himself, and after spending the last several years gathering his pieces and steadily putting him back together as best he could, well…eventually, it became habit to ask.

                  Sleep was finally starting to take its toll on the editor as he made his way back to his office–haze clouding his eyes as a yawn slipped past his lips. The finalization of his manuscript required all of his energy, bringing him an inadequate amount of stress. Though he was used to the whole process, Takano was still oblivious to the world as he worked; his attention focused solely on the quality of his manga. Call him a ‘workaholic,’ but the man was renowned for producing one of the company’s best selling magazines; he NEEDED to keep that title in order to earn respect from his colleagues, especially Ritsu. Though his intentions towards the editor were purely personal based, he couldn’t allow himself to make himself look like a fool to the newbie. 

                      As time changed his pace drastically, Takano found himself overwhelmed with the constant activity around him–allowing himself to slowly adjust along the way. Despite his efforts to compromise, the editor became lost–drowning in constant paperwork. It was only proper that he take a break once he finished work. Rounding the corner to his office, a set of blue eyes caught Takano’s attention as the editor slipped off his glasses; his eyes focusing on the male before him. A light chuckle made slipped out as Takano readjusted the papers placed between his arm; the corners of his lips curving upward as he neared the marketing manager,

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                                  “Oi, Yokozawa.”

                 The familiar warmth that came from their light exchange calmed the man as he listened to the manager. Sensing the concern Yokozawa had towards him, Takano reached out to pat the other on his shoulder; his eyes turning into crescents as he spoke,

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                          “In a way, I am. How about
                           you? How are things doing
                          in the marketing department?”

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