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      How certain could Masamune be, however? Used to be, Yokozawa would believe him on the spot and say nothing more until his boyfriend’s work was submitted. As the years went by, Yokozawa’s patience depleted, and his reluctance to believe everything would be submitted on time did not mix well with his more personal problems. The fact of the matter was, Masamune’s team had been alloted more than enough time to have been finished already. He worked in a hectic field, but Yokozawa didn’t really see that as any excuse for falling behind schedule; though maybe it really was just their crippling relationship making him think this way.

      He watched silently as Masamune lit himself a fag, the smoky fumes filling the space between them… It tempted the man who’d given the nicotine up to light his own, but instead, he turned the idea away and narrowed his eyes at the other man.

      “Those are going to kill you…” He growled out. Gripping his cup of tea so tightly his knuckles were pointed and bleached.

                 Cold eyes were trained on the sale’s manager as the editor took a long drag from his cigarette–smoke seeping past his lips in spite of the other beside him. Takano understood the frustration that his boyfriend had towards his team’s tracking date for each manuscript; however, that never lessened the irritation he had towards the other as he nagged him day in and day out. Work was already a pain; he didn’t want to take it home with him. He could almost say that work was what strained his relationship with the male–the constant bickering, the thickening tension surrounding them–it was all to OVERWHELMING for him to even comprehend. Days like these were the reasons why he avoided coming home–why he chose to ignore the problems at hand.

                          “What are you, my mom? I know
                            you quit, but that doesn’t give
                            you the right to dictate what I
                            do. Get off my case, will you?.”