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Title:
Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi ~ The Case of Yokozawa Takafumi, Vol. 6
Author:
Fujisaki Miyako (original
work:
Nakamura Shungiku)
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After gargling thoroughly, Yokozawa Takafumi returned his toothbrush to the
stand atop the sink. The blue brush was Kirishima’s, the pink one Hiyori’s—and the light
green one was his own. Alongside the stand were two cups for rinsing: the pink one
matching the toothbrush was Hiyori’s own, while Yokozawa borrowed the enamel cup
that Kirishima used.
He wiped his mouth with the towel draped over his shoulder before tossing it into
the washing machine. Seeing as it was already past midnight, he decided to set the timer
so that the wash would finish just as they woke in the morning. “I guess 7 AM will do
it…”
The next day was a holiday, so they could afford to sleep in, but this never
seemed to change the fact that he’d wind up waking around his usual time out of habit.
He’d initially been uncomfortable with the way so many of his personal items had
found their way into the Kirishimas’ home, but by now, he’d grown quite used to it.
To an onlooker, he probably seemed like he was dropping by with shameless
frequency. He’d at first just come by now and then after being invited over for dinner, but
ever since they’d started taking care of his sick cat, he’d now taken to spending the night
as well. Kirishima and Hiyori had dragged Yokozawa and Sorata into their little family
circle, and he’d never imagined how deeply he’d become involved with the pair.
The comfort of this home was likely due in large part to Hiyori’s innocent nature.
She hadn’t been shy in the least on their first meeting, and even now afforded him her
complete and utter trust. Even saying, “I’m home,” when he stepped into the
genkan
had
become commonplace.
It had taken him quite some time to learn the happiness of people accepting him
unconditionally.
He wiped the fogged-up mirror with his hand, staring at his reflection. He’d be
turning 30 next year…but it still hadn’t quite hit home yet. Many had always seen him as
older than he actually was, but lately he felt like he’d finally started to seem his age more,
bit by bit.
But just because he was about to hit his 30s didn’t mean he felt any particular
sense of panic. It was only…he couldn’t deny feeling a little disappointed that he hadn’t
grown into the adult he’d imagined he would as a child.
Ever since joining Marukawa Shoten fresh out of college, he’d been focused
solely on Sales. He’d never been particularly good at coping with things right off the bat,
but through hard work and stamina, he’d managed to learn the ropes, supplementing the
areas where he’d been lacking. Now, in place of the reckless attitude he’d had when first
entering the adult world, he felt like he had a better handle on his work. If pressed, he
might even admit that this was a sign of personal growth.
He tried to keep on top of things, in an effort to ensure that his day to day
activities didn’t turn into “just going through the motions”, but when he was this busy,
there were things he overlooked—and it frightened him.
It was November now, and the restlessness he struggled with had visibly
increased, largely because on top of the end-of-the-year festival he was already
overseeing, a campaign to celebrate the premier of the
Za Kan
movie would be starting
soon. To pull this project off, he’d have to coordinate with not only the editing division
but the animation division as well.
Projects kept piling up, one after the other, nipping at his heels, and while he was
getting fed up with these seemingly endless days of pressure at the office, he still felt
rather fulfilled.
But he was no longer young enough that he could get by with little sleep or rest,
and taking care of oneself was an important part of being a contributing member of
society. He couldn’t afford to forget that his body was his greatest resource if he intended
to keep on working for the next few dozen years.
He exited the bathroom and headed into the den, where he found Kirishima sitting
with his second beer of the evening, watching television and having already finished his
bath earlier.
“Drinking
again?”
Hiyori was spending the evening at her grandparents’ place, so
they’d eaten out, and Kirishima had enjoyed quite a bit of
sake
and
shochu
then.
“It’s just a low-malt; this doesn’t even count as booze. Don’t worry; I’ve left
plenty for you, too. We’ve got the day off tomorrow, so drink as much as you like.”
“I’m fine.” Kirishima had kept on urging him to drink more earlier, but he felt
he’d had more than his fair share for the evening. But despite having drunk more than
Yokozawa had, Kirishima showed no signs of being affected, which only served to
irritate further. “But geez, you’re like a damn
sieve.
How much does it take for you to get
pissed out of your skull, exactly?”
Yokozawa headed to the kitchen, filling a glass first with ice and then water from
the sink, before settling down next to Kirishima. After a long draw, he felt his parched
throat finally quenched.
“I’ve never gotten
that
drunk since I stopped going crazy with the booze like I did
when I was younger.”
“Well don’t over-indulge just because you won’t get drunk. Even if you’re a
heavy-weight, you’re still putting strain on your liver.” Even people who didn’t get tipsy
or hung over still had their livers working to remove the alcohol from their systems, after
all. Drinking practically every day would eventually cause the liver to start breaking
down, and just because he wasn’t a light weight didn’t mean he didn’t need to watch
himself.
“Worrying over me?”
“Just letting you know the
general opinion
on the matter,” he retorted in quick
response to the amused question. Sure, he might’ve been worrying a bit, but he couldn’t
afford to let the man himself know this.
“Aww, don’t be shy; just admit you’re worried about me. But well—it’s not like

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