Papa of the Year

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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.

“Definitely,” he said with a laugh

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

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.”

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.”

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?”

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.

“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.

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.

“Yep.  That’s the most recent one she made.  Nice, huh?” He chuckled and reached into his bag for another scarf to replace the one he’d given her.  “As a side note, I’m Kirishima Zen.  You should probably know my name at this point.”

Sade Andria Zabala (x)