Papa of the Year

❝O-oh, I see.❞

Well, this was a bust. He had possibly ruined a whole month’s worth of an okay relationship. Kirishima would for sure look at him differently now. Although it had never been his intention to harm his boss in any way, that mattered not. He couldn’t take back the words he had said, as much as he wanted to.

#shiizukuishi #;verse to be named later

That was about when Hiyo showed up again, handing her father a drink and happily sitting down to wait for them to finish. Kirishima kept eyeing Shizuku and then shaking his head, but they didn’t really exchange any conversation after that.

When it was all finally done, Hiyo jumped into Kirishima’s arms. “Done, Papa?”

“Definitely,” he said with a laugh

((Guess what? Joana has internet! Really nice internet, too tbh. I’m gonna get on replies I owe and throw out a starter call.))

#ooc

((Ffffff so I moved back to Maine and had sort of a quarter life crisis but I miiiight be back soon? My stepdad agreed to get internet and the self-install kit is coming next week. If you need me, I've been mobile lurking on my Squall Leonhart and Cecil Harvey blogs.))

#ooc #mobile

kisashxuta-deactivated20160117

Dinner hadn’t gone as planned and he ended up burning it on accident while caught up in reading. So now he found himself at the store, trying to decide on what was something easy to make and quick because he was getting more and more hungry.

“I could get this instant stuff but it probably tastes like crap…” He mumbled as he walked down one of the asiles, staring at the shelves and scanning every food item that was on it. Since he was too wrapped up in eyeing everything he ended up crashing into someone. His eyes moving forward as he took several steps back.

“Ah- I’m sorry Si– Mr. Kirishima? What are you doing here?” Wow that was a really stupid question.

Yokozawa was still working, but Kirishima had managed to get home with plenty of time to have dinner with Hiyo. The thing was, however, that they didn’t really have anything in the house to cook. And so they’d ended up going down to the store together.

“Papa, you need to stop daydreaming,” Hiyo said with a laugh after Kisa knocked into him.

At the question, Kirishima lifted his eyes, then rose his eyebrows. “I’m out of food and there’s at least one law against starving your children, Kisa.”

#kisashxuta

❝God knows when that’s going to happen. I just…want to help…❞

Rubbing his eyes, Shizuku felt the urge to yawn. The day wasn’t over yet, but to him it had been a 72 hour long day. Even coffee wouldn’t do him much good now. He needed to get Ijuuin to finish his manuscript now. But it was FAR from being completed now.

“Just go lay down or something,” he said as he turned to the pages, shaking his head. “You’ll be no help at all if you cut off your hand and fall asleep before Ijuuin gets his pages to us.” And then he paused. “Don’t make me start singing, Shizuku. Hiyo’s never managed to stay awake through more than two songs.”

❝…Stings a little.❞

Eyes half open, he reached for the box cutter again. The pain from his cut was barely a pin prick compared to the pounding going on inside his head. Any normal person probably would have been rendered unconscious from the amount of pain, but Shizuku had experience with it and knew how to cope.

He just wanted to get this work done and go home.

“Oh, no.” He grabbed the box cutter from Shizuku and started working himself. “You take a break until Ijuuin gets his pages in. I’ve got this.”

❝No…time.❞

He mumbled, furiously working with the box knife to cut out the little pieces. At least, he thought he was furiously working. In reality, he was moving at the speed of the world’s fastest sloth, cutting with the precision of a drunken man. It took about four seconds for him to realize the faint trickle of red running down his finger.

“...shit,” Kirishima muttered. He took the box cutter from Shizuku’s hands and quickly went back to his desk, pulling a first aid kit from his desk drawer. Without asking for permission, he grabbed Shizuku’s hand and sprayed it with anti-bacterial spray before putting a Za Kan bandage on. “...you okay?”

❝I’m fine.❞

Was it worth working for such a mangaka? Why was he always doing this, waiting for the last minute to deliver the manuscript? Rubbing his temples, Shizuku focused on the typesetting for one of the manuscripts from an author who had delivered it ON TIME. Unlike that ungrateful mangaka.

Kirishima sighed and shook his head. His other authors were already packed up and ready to ship off to the printers; he was just waiting on Ijuuin. And so he left his desk with a bag, approaching Shizuku.

“Here,” he said, dropping a bag of cookies on his desk. “At least eat something.”

❝….❞

Does this job really pay enough for this? Why does the dreaded Hell Week never fail to come at the end of the month despite all his attempts to obliterate it?

“Need some coffee, Shizuku?” Of course he’s calm despite that everyone else is panicking. He wouldn’t be Kirishima Zen if he wasn’t.

amrcsxa-deactivated20160225

❝Oh, I see. Did she make this one?❞

A finger slipped across the knit, testing the quality. It was fine material, VERY warm, yet light weight as well. It was almost too impressive to be handmade.