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Shindo Mikaela was quietly picking up which to choose: ready-made fresh milk or white cheese (oh, the irony!) and he was already at the dairy section for an hour. Even other people were already whispering at his back saying ‘why was he taking so long to pick’ to ‘why not pick both?’ Good choice. Why not pick both? Answer: he was freaking broke to buy two expensive dairy products.
The cold breeze coming the open refrigerator was making Mikaela’s hands numb. “Fuck.” He groaned, dumping the white-cheese on his basket making his way towards another aisle. For a dependent college student who’s taking his Master's degree for medicine is a pain. Sure... he was the one who chose his degree but never did he imagine that his step-sister, Krul Tepes would just order him to leave the house in a snap, slapping him with a cheque of his inheritance that will only cover his tuition fee for a medical school.
Such good family.... she is. But he can’t blame her. He was already 23 and needs to learn the survival of the fittest crap. But surviving is like the apocalypse for Mikaela. He was a student-school-home kind of guy with no zero skills in socializing. Let alone have a teeny-tiny conversation of ‘How are you?’ or ‘Do you want to eat lunch with me?’ Nope. Not Mikaela.
His phone buzzed for the nth time, the frown on his face grew more, seeing the name of the perpetrator to dare distract him from grocery shopping; Ferid Bathory. He wanted to ignore the man but contemplating to his thoughts, he knew the man is persistent and will not stop until he answers one of his shits (problems). Pressing the answer button, the blonde places the device towards his ears. “What do you want?” he says.
The light laughter coming from the speaker of his phone was menacing. The whole fact that he was actually conversing with his upperclassman-slash-stalker-freak-annoying-shittard is enough reason for Mika’s stomach to churn. While it’s true that Mika was an anti-social, he cannot ignore the fact that being friends – or more like his stalker of an underclassman Ferid Bathory was an exception in his list. “I am hurt, Mika-kun. Speaking indecently to your lovely senpai–“
“Cut to the chase or I’m hanging up.” Mika replied, receiving yet another laugh coming from the man. The nerve!!! “Anyways... Professor Karr wanted me to tell you that he is going to London to an international meeting of doctors and that he would need your draft of the chapter one by Sunday.” The blonde guffawed. “But that’s like in two days?!” A woman pushing a cart was startled on his spectacle. Embarrassed, Mika bowed his head for causing such a rukus. He then decided to mouthed his phone, voice lower than before. “And he just gave me the proofread-ed paper last night!”
Ferid on the other line just tsked saying that there’s nothing he can do about it since he was just a messenger of the doctor. Tch! Mika hung up pulling himself back together. “Great,” He said. “Another shit to be fucked up. Can my day just get any worse?” Just by that, a loud came crashing towards him, making him fell on the ground. His things scattered on the floor. Even the expensive white cheese. “Shit!!!” he cursed, picking up the fallen groceries on the floor. Finally picking up the last item that fell, another hand came and reached it.
Looking at the owner of the hand, he was mesmerized by sapphire eyes looking back at him. The owner– more like a teenage boy had unruly onyx black hair. His complexion had a tint of pale and tan which was making his sapphire eyes– the color of crystal-clear waters complimenting its beauty.
“Sorry for the trouble onii-san.” The shounen teen said giving the item back to Mika. For a near three dumb seconds, Mika was blushing like a heap of tomatoes freshly picked up from their vines. When the boy called him again did he realized of his statuesque expression. Mika blushed and apologized, thanking the teen again. Making his way towards the counter. He realized that the teen was following him.
What the hell.
Mika tried to ignore the boy. Maybe he was going on the same direction as mine? he thought. This was a supermarket and of course he was going to pay something he bought when he remembered that the boy wasn’t holding anything. No cart, no basket. Nada. So what gives? Mika just went on with the flow towards the cashier. The brunette young woman who was chewing and popping some bubble in her mouth looked at Mika with tired eyes. Putting his groceries towards the counter, the boy, yet again, placed a can of strawberry milk juice on his pile of things. Raising his eyebrow, the boy spoke. “He’s going to pay that.” Informing the cashier as she just rolled her eyes swiping the items.
“What do you me– Ah! Nevermind.” Grabbing his wallet in his pockets. When the scanning was finished and the amount was visible in the receipt, the cashier woman asked for a 187. 25 yen (including the strawberry milk juice amounting 19.25?! For a cartoon of strawberry milk?!). Mikaela slapped his card to the woman. When done, his items already packed and ready to bring. The kid was still there, still tailing him. And it’s getting on his nerves.
He turned, the boy stopped. “Look, kid. I already bought you your strawberry milk juice and please... I am not in the mood to be babysitting a lost kid like you in this supermarket while I am losing too much of my time because of you tailing around and I don’t even know your name and–”
“It’s Michiro,” the boy said. “What?”
“Mi-Chi-Ro,” the boy– Michiro repeated. “Amane Michiro.” This brat.... “Look, Michiro, whatever your name is, I don’t really care so could you just go to the nearest police station and inform them that you’re lost and needs some adult supervisions to look for your parents?” Mika says but the attention of the boy has been altered, even said that it won’t be necessary when a loud scream of “Michiro!!!” chorused on his eardrum and was met by another raven-haired man.
Во имя Христа! The blonde was stupefied. Running towards them was a raven-haired man whose height was a little shorter than Mikaela, his skin – sun-kissed by the Apollo like he was actually a reincarnation of the God himself. His unruly hair was messy and yet Mika cannot help in wanting to mesh his hands and touch those black strands of his. His clothing? Young Fatherly. His cashmere knitted turtleneck and the leather pants that’s hugging his ass like there’s no tomorrow asking himself as to how lucky the inanimate clothing is, and of course the blonde wouldn’t be star-strucked with the man and his emerald hues of eyes. Glistening as light reflects it.
Final judgement: A hot damn ass.
The raven man approaching had a scowl and sour expression. Is he mad? Does my face look like shit? Do I have tartar up in my teeth? What in the flying fuck is he so angry?! He was freaking out! Shindo Mikaela, an anti-social nerd was freaking out because of a man who he just stared at for only...like 60 seconds and is already making a face that tells him “Die, asshole”.
His entire face burning hot, he could feel something boiling in his stomach. Oh please stomach! Not right now. Chanting into his mind. Michiro folded his hands, waiting for the said man to reach them. Getting closer, Mikaela could decipher that the man had shiny lip ring making him hornier and hornier. Great God, why are you so cruel to me? The approaching man went towards Michiro. “Brat, didn’t I told you that you can’t just leave and bother some strange while I’m doing the groceries?” He says shoving his hand into his unmanageable mane.
Breathe, Mikaela.
“Well, I wasn’t the one who got lost. You just happened to go somewhere in a speed of light when you heard ‘free taste’ and you go vamooosh!!!” Michiro complains threwing his hands up in the air. “And please pay this onii-san for the strawberry milk juice I forced him to pay.” Now pointing at Mikaela, who was still frozen at the beautiful man in front of him. The man’s eyes widen, Mikaela was now freaking out. Again. “I’m terribly sorry about the trouble Mich did to you, he’s a little annoying, I’ll be honest with you.” Michiro stomped on the older raven’s foot wanting to scream but chose to cover his mouth. Shooting daggers towards Michiro while said kid just rolled his eyes.
“Anyway...” still dumbfounded, Mikaela didn’t realized the drool and his frozen stature was until the sound of a snap came onto his face. “What?” said Mikaela. This causes the man to chuckle and grin. “Dork blonde. How cute.”
How cute.
How cute.
How cute.
“I am not cute!” Mika blurted out his thoughts and in front of the cause of it as well. Shit. Way to make a first impression. Mika apologizes about the commotion. “I’m glad you finally found Michiro and I guess my job as a babysitter is done uhhh???”
“It’s Yuichiro, babe.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, annoyed at the raven’s replied and his skills of flirting which was like, the 19th century. God, Mika thought. He sucks than a hipster trying to get a woman. “One, you’re welcome and two, please stop calling me ‘babe’. That’s gross.” He was flaterred, of course but he’s not going to say that to him to make his ego more shitty than it is but he shouldn't waste any more time for his revision needs to be done. Pronto.
But of course fate was cruel to him as his stomach just did the most embarrassing sound, indicating of hunger.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Why did you have to do that now?!
Another chuckle escaped from his lips, together with young Michiro’s. God. This is so embarrassing! Where can I hide myself into the depths of Hell? “Dad, come on. We need to make up for the trouble I did.” Michiro grabbed the hem of his father’s shirt, pushing him not to laugh anymore. “Wait, Dad?” It’s as if his hearing couldn’t comprehend the sentence left in the young boy's mouth.
Yuichiro + Michiro = Married = Not Single.
Shit. He’s a happy married guy.
Michiro nodded, “Yes, this is my Dad, Amane Yuichiro.” The man – Yuichiro offered his hand for a handshake. “Since, Mich here is persuading me. As a token of appreciation for finding my son,” a smile planted on his face. His teeth – so white and blinding that Mikaela had forgotten to breathe. His palms all sweaty and numb, scared on what would Yuichiro think about him. “Please, join us in our dinner for tonight. I wouldn’t mind a company as cute and adorable like Mich here.” Mikaela wasn’t expecting an invitation and wow, the man made the first move.
And we only just met today?
What is happening?
“My paper!!!” Mikaela remembered that he’s on the brink of death that is his term paper. He couldn’t take anymore chances of wasting precious time. Even if the person inviting him was really hot, like Tom Hiddlestone worth-of-hot, his paper is his first priority. But then again...
“I’m really sorry but I really need to get back on my paper. I’ve already lost so much time and I need it to be done in less than 8 hours so I’m really sorry. Thanks for the offer, really, but I need to go now.” He said, fixing himself up and leave the two Amanes.
Way to go, Mikaela. What if you and Daddy Yu can’t see each other anymore and what?! I am so not into older men! It’s just that Yuichiro is kinda cute and handsome and ughh!!!. Hiding himself away from shame, the blonde went towards the taxi stand. And getting home.
“Mika-san!!!” a cry of Michiro came running towards him. Mikaela stopped turning his head to the little raven child. He asked what business does Michiro still want from him when the child slapped something into his chest. “In case, you change your mind.” Michiro then sprinted and left. Confused, Mikaela examined whatever the little raven handed him. It was a card – a calling card to be precise. But why would Michiro gave him a calling card? The blonde read the content of the card when his eyes fell on the name with an italicized script:
JIDA (Japanese Institution of Disease and Anxiety) Hospital
Amane Yuichiro
Ph.D Psychiatrist
“Where in the heaven’s is JIDA located again?!” After getting home and the whole Michiro-slash-hot-daddy-Yu-is-a-freaking-doctor incident, Mikaela grabbed his laptop, too glued to make dinner despite that was the reason why he went out in the first place, forgotten as he started searching in Google about “Amane Yuichiro” and “JIDA Hospital”. To his surprise the search had over 2000 related results. Being a medical student, Mikaela was a disgrace. He never heard of JIDA nor Amane Yuichiro in his university.
On the other side of the phone, Ferid cat-called, amused about the sudden interest of the blonde towards a stranger. “My, my, Mika-kun. Since when did you ever been so attached and inclined about JIDA? Honey, you do realized that you are talking about the most prestigious Hospital in Shinjuku?”
“What the hell? Why didn’t I know this?!” He demanded still glued on first article he clicked, reading the content about a young Psychiatrist in the age of 18, receiving his Ph.D in such a young age. The article says that Amane Yuichiro was one of the many famous persons in the field of medicine to ever have his Ph.D in a young age.
And he didn’t know such thing. He was mad. Very mad.
Ferid tsked, “You would know, if once or twice, you leave your safe haven called “home” and learn to socialize with society.” Even added about young people and their “introvert” issues. Mika didn’t deny it which was the exact truth but the news about daddy Yu (Mikaela decided to call him that) being a successful Psychiatrist and he doesn’t even look like one too. Those were all too hard to decipher and to believe in as well. Mikaela hung-up, too inclined to read more about his new discovery about Amane Yuichiro. Logging into his other social media accounts, the blonde searched and typed his name, hoping to see if the guy was into socializing.
With luck, he found his Instagram and Twitter. He also have a facebook but seeing as that his last post was like 2 years ago, he concluded that he doesn’t use it anymore. In his Instagram, he had a lot of selfies: a group of people, his friends maybe? wearing all the same white coats, some were him and Michiro doing father-and-son bonding. All of the pictures were him and Michiro or him and his co-workers but there was never a photo or even a post wherein Yuichiro would mention a name of the 'mother'. Huh, Mikaela hummed. Is he missing something in the picture?
Entraced about him, Mikaela was tempted to follow him there, again his train of thought shattered at the buzzed of his phone. It’s from Ferid reminding him about his paper. Even in his text, he could feel the upperclassman’s voice echoing into his ears.
Ferid: don’t forget to finish your paper hun, Yuichiro isn’t going nowhere you know.
;))
Yeap. Mikaela was definitely screwed.