No strings attached

Pt.6- Coincidence

"Ohh." Fake pity seeped into his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Here I was thinking you'd missed me or something. How wrong of me."

"I-I did miss you!" She exclaimed, before reddening. "I-I mean- it's just that I...I don't know." She grew flustered and eventually just stopped talking, hiding her face in her hands.

Why was she this socially awkward? It made talking a complete struggle. The things she wanted to say never came out right. It was futile.

"Cute." Yokozawa doted, moving her hands away from her face and tipping her face up. "If you can't say you missed me and not feel embarrassed about it, I'll do it for you." His voice dropped until it was a subtle whisper. A soft music against her ears. "I really missed seeing you."

The client he got the following day was even weirder. She wanted him to meet her at a library to keep her entertained while she studied, or at least, that what she said. But how much studying could she really be doing if she was constantly touching him and waiting for him to reciprocate?

Right now he was seated next to her, his head resting on her shoulder. He looked at the work she was doing and grimaced, not because he didn't understand it, but because she was doing it all wrong.

All of her answers were wrong, but he didn't comment on it. After all, he didn't get paid to be a tutor. He was only here for his services. "You look like you have something to say." The woman commented, running her hand across his thigh.

"We're in a public place." He replied, gripping her hand and sending her a look that seemed to say quit it, now.

"So? Shouldn't you be used to doing stuff like this in public? You are a prostitute after all."

Yokozawa bit his tongue to keep quiet, knowing if he said what he wanted to say, he'd lose her as a client. "You're right. It's just that I'm a little bit shy because you're a new customer. Can you give me a second to freshen up and then we can go somewhere more private?"

"Oh, you're shy? That's actually really sweet." She pinched his cheek as if he was a dog- as if she was above him. It was as if she didn't see them as equals. "Go freshen up and I'll drive us to my apartment."

"Thank you." He squeezed her hand gently, running his thumb across the smooth flesh before getting up and heading to the restroom in the back. On his way there, he spotted a child who was stretching upwards, trying to get a book on the top shelf. He watched the boy struggle for a bit longer before deciding to intervene.

"Here you go." He said, a smile on his face as he handed the book over.

The little boy beamed happily. "Thank you, sir!" He exclaimed while rushing off.

Yokozawa simply shook his head fondly. That was until he saw someone approaching him.

"It'd be just my luck to run into you again, and at a library of all places." The same guy from the day before said, a smug look on his face.

This was definitely becoming a pattern. An annoying and rather tiresome pattern at that.

"Am I not allowed in the library anymore?"

"You are, it's just a bit weird that you're in the children's section."

"I was on my way to the restroom to give someone a blowjob-

Kirishima placed a hand over his mouth. "Ok, ok. I get it. No need to go into details. All you had to say is that you were working."

"Working? How do you know I wasn't just going to do it for fun?"

At that the elder man didn't say anything. He just retracted his hand and stared with disbelief. "Are you always this vulgar?"

"Are you always this interested in what prostitutes do?" Yokozawa challenged, a smirk plaguing his usually bored and blank face.

That's when the elder realized that the worker was just messing with him, judging from those mysterious gray orbs that were twinkling with delight, the younger was doing nothing besides having fun.

"You're just messing with me, aren't you?"

"Yes and no. I actually am on a job but I'm about to leave with a client." Yokozawa explained, pointing towards a young woman who was sitting down a few feet away. "There, is that enough information to cease your line of questioning?"

"When are you free again?"

"Huh?" The younger questioned dumbly as if he hadn't heard.

"I asked when you're free again. That way I can purchase you for a night or two."

"Ahh, I see. Well you know where to find me. Just call my work place and ask them for me."

Kirishima ran a hand through his curly hair. "You're a difficult man, but I suppose I don't lose anything for entertaining you." The man concluded with a weary smile. "I'll call later."

"Very well, bye."

"Bye."

The two walked in different directions.

It was only when the next day rolled around that Yokozawa was beginning to get a bit annoyed of always bumping into the other man. He was just trying to buy some clothes for work when he surprisingly bumped into him yet again for the third time that week.

He released a small sigh and continued walking around the clothing store, stopping in front of a rack that had the button up shirts he was looking for. He trifled through them, eventually finding his size and tucking it under his arm.

His gray eyes glanced around. Was there anything else he needed? Maybe he could pick up some new pants and a belt.

"Sorry for the shirt once again."

"It's fine." He didn't even have to glance up to know it was the curly haired man from the days prior. He walked towards a display shelf that had pants and began looking through them, not commenting when the man followed behind him. After a while he found a pair he liked and held them up against himself, tilting his head when the man behind him tskked.

"Those won't fit you, they're too big." Kirishima cut in front of him and grabbed a much smaller pair, handing them to the man who was flushed a bright red.

He expected the younger to give some type of sarcastic or vulgar response, but instead, he checked out the pants appreciatively and nodded. "Thank you." He replied, sending the taller male a ghost of a smile.

"No problem. Enjoy your shopping." Kirishima patted his shoulder before leaning in. "Consider picking up a suit. I've already booked you for the weekend."

"A suit? For what?"

"If I tell you, then it won't really be a surprise, will it?"

"I'm assuming if I need a suit, it's an important event you want me to attend." Yokozawa thought aloud, bringing a hand to his chin in careful consideration. "So that means you must be some hotshot business man or manager. It'd be a shame if his plus one showed up in some skimpy clothes and ruined his reputation.~"

Hazel eyes narrowed slightly, not because he was offended, but because he was completely surprised. He hadn't expected the younger to hit the nail on the head that fast. As to the other statement, no one would bat an eye if he took a man dressed differently to an event. They couldn't, he was the owner of the company.

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind if you showed a little more skin, but it is a formal event and you're going as my plus one, so I was thinking you'd be more comfortable if you dressed to the occasion."

"Thanks for the heads up. I'll check out the suits."

"Get a blue one."

Yokozawa nodded. "Ok, now leave me alone. It's my day off and you're over here talking about work related stuff."

"Pfft, I'll leave you alone."

"Good." The gray eyed man walked to the suits and stared at them. The other had told him to pick up a blue one for some unknown reason. Maybe because all he wore was black clothes and the occasional white shirt. He looked down at himself. There was no harm in switching up his wardrobe.

With a confident nod, he grabbed the first blue suit he saw and made his way to the register to pay.