You did dear and thank you for requesting. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!
“Now remember dad,” your daughter says evenly, “you hafta be
nice.”
You hide a smile behind your novel as your husband lowers
his to meet Illyria’s eyes. His expression remains neutral, almost
disinterested but you both know better; the poor boy coming to dinner tonight
will not be given an easy time of it. Chihiro, after a moment’s stare, returns
to his reading earning a huff from your daughter and an amused chuckle from
you.
“Mom! Don’t encourage him,” she whines.
“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” you reply though your tone
holds mirth.
The kitchen timer sounds signaling the conclusion of your
casserole’s baking time. As you rise to remove it from the oven the doorbell
rings.
“I’ll get it,” shouts Illyria.
“Go help your mother,” orders Chihiro shutting his book as
he gets up.
“Dad, I got-“
“Now,” he cuts in firmly.
Illyria lets out a long-suffering sigh before stomping into
the kitchen after you. Chihiro waits a moment then heads to the door. Opening
it, his eyes narrow fiercely; there’s only one person whose son this could be.
“Good evening sir,” begins the red-haired boy, “my name is-
“
He’s interrupted by a curt, “Good bye Akashi.”
Beyond the slammed door, Akashi Hayato hears his girlfriend’s
high-pitched squeal of protest and swallows the lump in his throat. His father
had warned him the evening would probably not go smoothly. Gathering his
gumption, he strides in when Illyria opens the door, determined to do his best
in a bad situation.
At least you like
his father.
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