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"Mom! Why should I be the one to get the package you bought online?!" Koma yelled at his mother who was making spaghetti with a casual smile on her face. His own being the opposite of that.
"Because, Koma Togami," She passes her son an uncomfortable and threatening gaze in his way. "You didn't do your assigned chores. And besides, this isn't really that much of a hassle." She tries to reason with him, and he responds with a groan.
"Fine, whatever! Just leave me alone after, alright?" He sighs at his mother who now has a small grin on her expression. She leans onto the counter while waiting for the water in the pot boils.
"To spend time with your boyfriend?" She asks, tilting her head after seeing a squeak from him. He slowly looks back at her, cheeks flaming red as he shakes his head vigorously.
"No! What? Mom, did somebody hit your head?" He now asks as his hand balls into a fist, huffing at her for thinking of such a ridiculous thing.
"Well, to be exact, one of your fathers did. But that's beside the point." Emiko waves her hand as she sees the sizzling from the pot, quickly turning back to cooking. "However, I guess you're 'spending time with your crush' is the right word then." Emiko's small grin became a smirk.
"No-! Urgh... whatever! I'm going now." He sighs, he was done with his mother's bullshit and started to go to the living room. But he didn't go there without meeting with one of his dads.
"Oi, whaddya doin', mate?" Riyoko tries making some light conversation with his son as he sips a chamomile tea. Looking content in the living room.
"Dad, your stupid British accent is showing." He rolled his eyes, "And I'm getting mom's package she ordered online. Some type of high-quality Italian stuff." He shrugs, not caring about the details. Just wanting to get everything done.
"Apologies for my accent slip-up. And do you know how much money it costs for the purchase if you know? Curiosity takes hold of me." He asks in a last-ditch effort to make a light conversation.
"Don't know. Maybe like, a few hundred thousand as a whole?" He said, grabbing the car keys on the nearby table and leaving. But not without hearing a spit and the following words;
"A FEW HUNDRED WHAT?! EMIKO SAIKOU!"
Koma snickers from the commotion beginning to stir inside his mansion he calls a nice abode with his family while slipping in the driver's seat, turning on the car, and driving away to whatever place his mother inputted inside his GPS.
Along the way, he mumbles to himself as to why they just didn't get a courier to deliver the package. He grumbles under his breath. But as he drives around town to where the parcel is, he receives a text from a group chat he was randomly invited into from Kiyoshi.
'hEY COMA OFMG COME TO THE CAFE U GUYS HANG OUT AFTER SCHOOL USULALLY WE'RE SITTING HERE DRINKING SOME SWEET OLE COFFEE AND IT TASTES AMAZING!!'
'Koma*** SORRYYY AXJJOIOIAWOIS'
He reads the messages and sighs, steadying the car at a red light before grabbing his phone. Unlocking it and started to reply to the Ultimate Observer.
'The Honey Grove one?'
Koma didn't need to wait for a reply. He received one in a moment's notice by Kiyoshi.
'No, not that one. The other one. Guess.'
The blonde grumbles at Kiyoshi's message. He tries to jog his memory for a moment and realizes it was that cafe.
'The fucking Toffee Bloom Cafe?'
He groans when he receives a thumbs up as a response from both of them, plus an Ultimate Acrobatic. He replies with a simple message of after getting the parcel for his mom, then he would go to the cafe.
After that short conversation, and a few moments go by, the light turns to green. Koma quickly drove to wherever the parcel was delivered, which wasn't that far from where the cafe he would have to go to later on.
After getting the parcel, he got his phone as he walked out. Typing and making sure to look ahead of him to not have a concussion with a fellow citizen or look like a dumbass in public.
'I got my mom's parcel, going to text her firs before going to the cafe dont leave without me your fucking jerks.'
'Wasn't planning on it, sir celebrity. And with all due respect, put some commas and periods on your text. Else your dignity would plummet, and I can see the way you pride yourself about it.
Koma practically hears the obnoxiously gracious voice of his doing a mock with nicknames about him. And like what the investigator has said, he always prided himself on his talent and everything with it. Kiyoshi, however, seems to despise it.
'Rude, much?'
He replies, wanting to get a nice chuckle out of himself as he props the parcel in the back, securing it with random miscellaneous items around the car to make sure it stood its ground when driving.
'If I'm rude then you're everything everyone despises of a person. I rest my case.'
Kiyoshi replies to him in quick succession. Even though the insult did do a dent to him, it still left him with a small chuckle as he enters the car and starts it back up.
'Yeah yeah whatevs, I'm driving to u guys, let me text my mom rq'
Koma then backs out of the group chat, scrolling a bit down and seeing a contact number called 'SeamSTRESS Mother <3', he clicked on it and started typing.
'Mom, I'm going to go to a cafe with my fIriends'
'Its ur usual k, a, and y'
Not bothering to name any of his friends' name, he puts down his phone and started driving to the Toffee Bloom Cafe. Only receiving a response after he had parked his car in the familiar cafe's parking space.
'Okay honey. If you don't come back around evening, just stay with your friends, alright? I don't need more money wasted because you were kidnapped with your mole rat vision in the dark. Potential ransom follows you. Also, mother loves you.'
He reads the message and scoffs at the aforementioned bad vision at night time. Saying an 'ok' to her way and got outside the car. Locking it securely and trotting inside.
What he likes about this restaurant is that it's reserved for big-wigs like him. Bad thing is, it's the people that he hates. So, a blessing and a curse, he likes to say Blursing or Clurssing, a combination of both of them to express his hatred even more of the people.
He gets waved by Aki, the small little goblin who seems to take five cups of sugar and currently running at a thousand miles per hour. He waves back at the Observer, his smile he had put on already looking strained.
"Good afternoon, Aki. How's your day?" He says, gritting through his teeth, walking inside the restaurant with his hands folded behind his back. Gripping to each other to restrain trying to just have some type of momentarily peace without an annoying hyper-sugared Aki Chiba on the loose by punching her in the face.
"SUUUUPER great! I saw while looking at the window this guy- OH MY GOD KOMA, this guy just fell face first from a random leaf— can't entirely blame him, that type of leaf was real wet for some reason, OH! And also Kiyoshi ordered your drink and I was SOOO surprised as to why your drink is so specific! Like double shots of vanilla extract, topped with two strawberries with two point six grams of bread crumbs, and don't get me started on your drink because that was hella long! Like your drink consisted, as I said, double shots of vanilla extract, which is, ew, in my opinion—" She says in lightning speed in only three breaths in total. Koma breathes a sigh because something or someone stops her rant and Koma thanks whoever is up there from making her continue.
"Lovely afternoon, how are you, Koma?" Kiyoshi meekly smiles at him before taking a long loud sip. Drawing him to sit right next to him with his drink right next to the investigator's when he puts his cup down. The latter scooting the cup near him.
"Ye-yes. Quite an uneventful afternoon for me, however." He says jumbled words that don't make sense when looking at it in Kiyoshi's eyes making him laugh. A truly angelic laugh rang inside Koma's ears for a moment or two. A warming feeling swarms his chest.
"I didn't know the infamous actor Koma Togami could mess up grammar in reality. They should focus their attention on that." He shrugs, a smile sitting casually on his lips. They look chapped yet still look soft and plump in Koma's eyes. He wants to kiss them.
"Ha, I think the producers would shun me if they saw me stumble upon my words, dear detective." He eyes wearily on Kiyoshi's strained smile on the word detective. He didn't mean to. It was only a habit of bickering with each other.
"Hm, you are quite right. However, it also opens more opportunities for more diverse acting choices for you." He replied as the waiter brings in the snacks they had ordered. All three got their ordered food and started to snack on it.
Koma eyes the little cinnamon bun on the plate. The only thing left on there. He then glances to Kiyoshi who was chatting away with the other two they had momentarily ignored for their short conversation. Then, Kiyoshi looks back at him, his head turning to look at him.
"Kiyoshi, did you order this?" He says a bit appalled that, this damn investigator could guess one of his favorite snacks in this cafe. But he breaks a small smile and grabs the cinnamon. Eating happily the cinnamon bun. Perfectly chewy with a bit of crunchiness. His order of wanting his cinnamon bun to be just that.
"Of course, I've seen you order it dozens of times. It wouldn't be courtesy of me to not treat my friend, as well." Kiyoshi's smile widens by a smidge. Eating more contently of his croissant drizzled into white glaze.
"Gah! Why did you order me a plain little fruit and flavorless baguette?!" Aki chirped, finally speaking up and complaining about her bread and little orange. Yukina besides her giggles at her sad face, patting her back comfortingly.
"At least Kiyoshi knows how to balance your love for a sweet food, sweet fairy," Yukina says sweetly, planting a small chaste kiss on Aki's face after tilting it to her side. Tasting with sugary-blueberry flavor lacing Aki's mouth for only a fleeting moment.
"Ew, get a room at least." Koma sticks his tongue, half-jokingly disgusting and half jealous. Knowing Kiyoshi's too damn oblivious of his feelings and Koma's own. His heart sinks and has a mellowing sad feeling, replacing the swarm of warmth he had before. But he kept his ground, having a disgruntled expression.
"Booo! Homophobic much?" She laughs at her joke. Knowing no harm to Koma who was openly queer to them. Finding a nice and friendly atmosphere for the four of them. Enjoying chatter as they got their meals and some nice high-quality cranberry and blueberry juice.
"Pfft," Yukina stifles a laugh, trying to hold it with her free hand, the other gripping onto a wine glass filled with non-alcoholic liquid that she asked the waiter to not tell the name, intriguing all of them.
"What are you looking at, you gob?" Koma defensively said, eating the last piece of the sliced steak, and grabbing the cranberry juice he had set on the table. Only to feel a gloved latex hand under his palm.
He slowly looked down at his hand, trailing the arm, then looks at the investigator, who looked just as stunned as he was. Both males gradually get scarlet blush on their cheeks. Kiyoshi's mouth tries to sound some words, instead, opening and closing.
Koma was just more shell-shocked he could touch Kiyoshi's hand without being nervous. His eyes darting everywhere but Kiyoshi's yellow and evergreen eyes looking at him such widingly.
"I apologies sincerely. I thought I was getting my own set of juice," He says, slowly loosening his grip and retracting it. Resting it on his lap. Koma accidentally does a squeek as his response to Kiyoshi's word.
"Yeahhh... yanno, we're just going to.. BYE!" Aki dragged off her girlfriend, dashing out to the door and almost knocking a waiter that was trying to just serve some gourmet meals to people peacefully to no success. With Yukina's voice screaming to slow down and 'wait a moment!'
"Fucking damnit..." Koma huffed, crossing his arms. Only to look at Kiyoshi who keeps on moving his hand around and examining it, only to use his other hand and caressing it before looking at him with uncertain and flustered expression.
"Hold my hand, again. Please?" He asks, shakingly putting his hand out, Koma holds it and then leans in for a kiss on the cheek, pulling back quickly. Fearing the worse out of the outcomes coming through his mind. Only to be met by a smile gracing Kiyoshi's face, blush creeping in as he tilts his head.
"I didn't-" He surrenders his hands up, Kiyoshi's hand falling down to his lap, trying to explain and maybe put the blame on Kiyoshi, which was, but his little heart just couldn't think that straight right now. Holding your crush's hand two times and then kissing their kiss? Bingo.
"At least Yukina wasn't wrong of you liking me," He absentmindedly said, he giggles and then looked back at Koma. Who was blushing harder than the investigator, clearly. He can't decide to either beat the living shit out of Yukina or thank her for ending their charades of pining on Koma's side.
Some comfortable silence began to stir between them. Koma takes initiative and leans to Kiyoshi's side, sighing contently and then holding his hand once again. The latter squeezes reassueringly and leans his own head with Koma's shoulder.
"...So, boyfriends?"
"Boyfriends."
"Hey, mom?" Koma scoots inside the living room, the inhabitants inside were his three parents. Emiko, Sachiko, and Riyoko.
"Yes?" Her mother responded, taking a sip and looking at her. He shuffles his feet and then sighed.
"I confessed and hung out with my new boyfriend, Kiyoshi." He closes his eyes. Silence occupied the chatter he heard moments before. Only to have his eyes opened when his mother spoke,
"FUCKING KNEW IT! RIYOKO PAY UP!" Emiko screamed, pointing her index finger at one of her husbands with a huge smile on her face.
"EH?! LAD'S GOT A PARTNA'?! FUCK! I GOTTA PAY BOTH OF YA. THANKS, SON!" Riyoko knocked his cup off its coaster accidentally, only spilling his tea all over the table. He huffed and then sat back in his chair, tea spilling everywhere.
"Wh-"
"Don't try having any sense being made in the moment, Koma. Just have a good night's rest." Sachiko interrupted, staring at him momentarily before going back to writing things from his very religious newspaper onto his notepad.
"...Alright. Tell mom her parcel is in the car and dad I'll be sleeping. Goodnight, pops." He started to wave, going to his bedroom.
"Night."
"Goodnight!"
"Fuckin'... Ugh, whatever, goodnight, I guess."