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Maybe it's the combination of everything, Hiyoko groaned when she woke up in the middle of the night.
It had been a long day, and she should get some rest her body definitely needed, but after she woke up, she couldn't fall back to sleep.
She turned on the desk lamp, checking the phone, as if the work haunted her so bad it prevented her from getting rest, but there was no important notification.
I need a drink, she huffed, throwing the blanket aside. But before she could get out of bed, she heard something outside the door.
"Wait, I need to get out of here."
Hiyoko widened her eyes in surprise.
It was Takashi, and based on his low voice, he seemed like in the middle of a phone call.
Hiyoko waited for a moment, making sure she would not get caught, before she pulled the door open, only to watch a flash of the back of someone disappear from the front door.
Who did Takashi call in this exact hour?
Hiyoko shuddered when she knew she already got a potentially correct answer, even though she wanted it so badly to be incorrect.
She followed the trail, listening carefully behind the door. It was a good thing that she didn't abruptly open it in panic, because Takashi was still standing outside, talking to the phone.
"—no, of course, that's not true."
Hiyoko knew this wasn't an admirable action. She had betrayed her son by eavesdropping and listening to something that she shouldn't be listening to.
But she couldn't help it.
She really thought she had known everything about her son, but she barely scratch the surface.
There were tons of things she didn't know and she wondered if it would just keep piling up higher and higher.
How much she knew Takashi? Hiyoko used to be confident with her answer, but now she wasn't sure.
"You know how she is. She hates every friends of mine."
Takashi sighed, and Hiyoko's heart stopped.
She? Who is Takashi talking about?
"You only give her a bad first impression. It isn't like she has a vendetta against you, or something." A pause, Takashi huffed a chuckle, only to Hiyoko it sounded half-heartedly, almost self-deprecating. "I won't dream of inviting you if she's around, Draken. You don't deserve to deal with her."
Hiyoko stepped back.
Takashi is talking to Draken. And what's worse, he's talking about her.
After the very awkward dinner they had last week, Takashi had been acting quite impassive, almost like he didn't want to elicit more questions from Hiyoko.
He went back to his routine, never mentioning Draken again. Hiyoko also noticed how he always rerouted the conversation whenever Luna and Mana mentioned his name.
Hiyoko had halted every attempt of investigation because Takashi seemed like he didn't let himself fall into Hiyoko's traps.
Since it went peacefully, Hiyoko banked the plan for later, thinking that maybe it would be okay if the interaction between Takashi and Draken decrease a lot.
She didn't expect to overhear this conversation.
She was never meant to listen to any of it.
"Yeah, she did, don't worry," Takashi continued, this time the voice getting weaker like he walked farther from the door. Hiyoko had her ears glued to the door to catch more words. "—another time. I miss riding with you."
Those reminded Hiyoko, that even if Takashi had rarely riding it these days, he still had his bike stored in the apartment garage. She knew, Takashi had been taking care of it diligently, even if she didn't get to see him ride it anymore. She always thought that the motorcycle was a risky ride and she had explicitly forbid Takashi from ever riding it, until he got his license.
So far, Takashi had been abiding by it and Hiyoko would make sure that he would always have.
Hiyoko almost fell when she suddenly heard Takashi laughed so close to the door. There was a sound of metal railing, and it seemed that Takashi had just leaned onto it.
"You're ridiculous, and that's also rude," he wheezed. Hiyoko peeked from the peephole and caught Takashi's back exactly where she expected him to be. He ran his hand over his hair, before he spoke again. "My mom isn't that bad, she just needs to know you better."
Hiyoko stepped back.
Takashi is talking to Draken. And what's worse, he's talking about her, getting to know him better.
What's happening?
"I've been wanting to do it, actually," Takashi rubbed the back of his neck. "Just haven't found the right time. Especially with how she acted after she met you."
If someone could see her now, they would she Hiyoko opened and closed her mouth repeatedly like a fish getting misplaced from the pond.
"Of course, stupid," Takashi spoke again. This time only sounded gentler, more apparent fondness.
Hiyoko shouldn't be surprised after she had been having this on-going suspicion that her son might have a crush on Draken all these years.
The whole idolization had to be further than just idolization. Takashi didn't just respect Draken. Takashi didn't just value his opinions. Takashi didn't just put Draken first above everything.
Draken had always been Takashi's best friend, idol, someone he would follow to the end of the earth, his twin dragons (Hiyoko begrudgingly admit the title that Takashi once used it to refer themselves)
Hiyoko didn't even need for a verbal confirmation.
On action, on words.
She knew, Takashi was in love with Draken.
And yet.
"I want my mom to officially meet my boyfriend."
Hiyoko was glad she possessed remarkable restraint from slamming the door open, revealing herself only to yell a shocked, WHAT?!
Hiyoko was not glad that she couldn't do any of it because then she would admit that she would eavesdrop Takashi this whole time, something that she was sure, Takashi wouldn't appreciate.
"It's pretty chilly outside, I should get back inside," Takashi said and Hiyoko had to mentally slap herself to get moving. "Night, Draken."
Maybe it's the combination of everything, Hiyoko groaned once she successfully return to her room.
She thought she had done her job of keeping Takashi away from Draken. She thought Takashi turned to be the son she always wished him to be.
Since when?
Since when had this been going on?
Since when his son dated Draken?
How could she not know? How could she not be aware of any of this?
Hiyoko thought she knew Takashi the best, but clearly she didn't.
Feeling the begining of ferocious headache, Hiyoko huffed in defeat. She could deal with this later, when she had clearer head, when she could sit with her son to have an actual conversation.
But for now—
"I need a drink."