Yokozawa Takafumi no Baai 3.pdf

Title: Sekai‐ichi Hatsukoi ~ The Case of Yokozawa Takafumi 3

Author: Fujisaki Miyako ( original work: Nakamura Shungiku)

Translator: fencer_x of September Scanlations

Short Story 3

Adjusting his grip on the plastic bag he held with both hands, Yokozawa Takafumi

stepped off the elevator onto the 5th floor, on which were situated the shounen and

seinen manga editing departments of Marukawa Shoten’s main offices.

While the lights almost never seemed to dim on this floor‐that‐never‐sleeps, the

reason there were a particularly large number of people still hanging back tonight

was because this was the final day of the cycle—and from the looks of things, this

was going to be yet another long night.

Yokozawa called out to Hitomi, who passed dazedly just in front of him. “Great work

today; how are things looking?”

“Huh? Yokozawa‐san? Didn’t you just head home earlier?” The workpace being

perhaps the cause of his vacant expression, Hitomi seemed more shocked than

expected at Yokozawa’s sudden reappearance, appearing as if he’d just been jolted

awake.

“I brought some snacks.”

“Seriously?! Thank you so much! I was just thinking that I was crazy hungry!” Hitomi

peered into the plastic bag curiously, his expression seeming to positively dance

with glee. Yokozawa had bought gyuudon —the late hour had meant that a chain

restaurant had been the only place close by that could prepare an order for a large

number of people decently quickly. “Kirishima‐san! Yokozawa‐san brought us all

some dinner, so how about taking a short break?”

Kirishima Zen, Editor‐in‐Chief of Japun , had been staring grim‐faced down at his

desk as he worked—and he new glanced up at Hitomi’s comment. Catching sight of

Yokozawa here, he hazarded, “What’re you doing here, Yokozawa? Didn’t you

already head home?”

Yokozawa felt a swell of irritation when Kirishima asked him the same thing Hitomi

had, as if he didn’t know fully well the reason Yokozawa was here now. “ You … Who

the hell was it who called me up after I’d already gone through the ticket gates at the

station whining that he was hungry?!”

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been annoyed at what had seemed like a prank call initially,

but he’d wound up coming back here regardless, dinner in hand, because he’d felt

pity for the guy not having anything to eat this evening.

“Oh, that… I was just venting because I was hungry, that’s all.”

Yokozawa snapped at the casual manner with which Kirishima delivered his

response, and he immediately regretted feeling the remotest bit of sympathy for the

guy. “Know what? You get no dinner now . Katou—you can have two servings

instead.”

On hearing this news, Katou—who’d been milling about picking at the gyuudon

containers—glanced back and forth in confusion between Yokozawa and

Kirishima. ”Eeh?! Wait, even if you tell me I can, I still…”

“Whatever—I’m leaving now.” With sore feelings, Yokozawa turned on his heel and

headed back toward the elevator—when Kirishima burst into a jog to chase him

down.

“Ah—wait, I’m getting on too.”

“What the hell are—don’t follow me!”

“I’m just going to get a drink, geez; it’s not like I’m following you on purpose.”

“Then—get one from the vending machine right over there!”

“What’s it matter what floor I buy my drink on?”

“……….”

The pair boarded the elevator in silence, and as Yokozawa worked to hide his

discomfort with a serious mien, Kirishima dipped to the side and gently bumped

their shoulders together.

“Thanks. For the meal.”

“…It was just a whim.”

It felt awkward, having Kirishima thank him properly like this, leaving Yokozawa

with a complicated mess of feelings at how narrow‐minded he’d been for getting so

worked up over a simple casual remark.

“I never actually thought you’d come back—so I was just…really happy. ”

“That’s because you always do confusing shit like this!”

“Well it’s gonna be an all‐nighter here tonight. I just wanted to hear your voice a

little.”

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