▸ ‘ & Yoshikawa-Sensei ;

The only reason he had left his comfortable apartment on a rainy day like that had been his sudden decision to pick Tori up from work for once. He did so much for him and Chiaki never knew what to do in return, so he figured coming all the way to Marukawa and then walking home together would be a nice start. Or so it would have been if his lover would not have been held up with author troubles.

Before he even managed to say why he had come all the way to his work place, Tori had shoved a bundle of papers into his arms and rushed past him with a simple Wonderful timing, Yoshino! I’ve got to pay this author a visit. Can you please deliver those papers? Here’s the address. and a quick kiss to his forehead. What was he; a delivery boy? But he couldn’t just say no at a time like this.

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Sighing, Chiaki raised his free hand to ring the doorbell while simultaneously reading the name of the resident. The little paper with the address had failed to mention who exactly he was supposed to hand those papers to, so reading the name plate would at least enable him to properly greet whoever was going to open the door. And as blue eyes read over the characters written on the plate they began to widen slightly. Tori could have told him he was sending him over to Takano’s place!

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                         “Why can’t they get it right the first
                                   time around? Dammit.”

                        A heavy sigh slipped past the editor’s lips as another correction was made on the red ink soaked manuscript. Mistake after mistake, Takano felt himself growing IRRITABLE. Though mangakas were bound to make errors, they tend to overdo it. Whether it be compressed storylines or an overwhelming sight of dialogue, the artists never know when to stop; however, it is always the editor’s responsibility to point out the manga’s flaws and create anew. He couldn’t complain–it was his dream job anyways. Nevertheless, it was still a hassle to deal with–especially if said work was brought HOME with him. No amount of desire could push the chief editor to complete his task; his free will refusing to even make another correction. As he silently prayed for a reason to stop, Takano heard the doorbell ringing throughout his walls. Somewhere inside of him relaxed a bit as he stood from his seat–practically jogging towards the door. As he turned the knob, the man was greeted by a familiar face, one that was the LAST person Takano would ever expect to visit his home; nonetheless, he greeted the other kindly–shock evident in his features,

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                         “Sensei..? I apologize, but is there a
                      specific reason for your visit? Hatori-san
                             didn’t inform me of your arrival.”

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