How Parents Deal With Their Son - Kimura/Yuko

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How Parents Deal With Their Son
Kimura Takuya/Takeuchi Yuko, hints of Yamashita Tomohisa/Nagasawa Masami
tinyangl, 454 words
Prompt: kimura/yuko, "sure, he's my son whenever he's doing something wrong." from sinonymity. Written here originally.


"I had lunch with your son today," Yuko announces when she arrives home. Kimura looks up from some papers, glasses sliding to the edge of his nose before he pushes them up.

"What did Yamapi do today?" he asks, taking the glasses off and rubbing his forehead before putting all his stuff down on the side table.

"And what gave that away?"

"He's only my son whenever he's done something wrong. So. What's he done this time?"

Yuko falls onto the couch beside him with a sigh. She toes off her heels and tucks her legs underneath her. "Apparently he is unsure of what he should be doing right now, so he's decided that a life in entertainment would be an interesting venture."

Kimura stifles a laugh, positive that isn't the reaction Yuko is looking for. Instead, he says as steady as he can, "It's only taken him a few centuries to be unsure. I'm actually impressed."

She turns to him with a glare. "You're entirely helpful."

"I try to be wise in my old age." He wraps an arm around her and even though she's resistant at first, she succumbs to the warmth of her husband and rests beside him. "What did Masami say about this?"

Yuko half-laughs, half-scoffs. "Apparently, she's rather fond of the idea. Even said she would do it with him if he wanted."

"Sounds like her." Kimura kisses her on her forehead. "Well, it's not like he's a God. He needs to do something with his life."

"Fabulous. Let's have him dressed in sequins and get him started."

"His fashion could do with an update."

Yuko hits Kimura lightly on the leg. "Again, utterly helpful."

"I've used up my quota of helpfulness in easing other God's delicate dispositions."

"Oh?"

"Yes, well, I found Mirei rather out of sorts in the main hall. She was not very happy with Jun."

Yuko snorts. "A day when someone is happy with Jun is one when the underworld will finally freeze over."

"Shota would dislike that very much."

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I think Ohno and Satomi would beg to differ anyway."

Yuko stiffens underneath his arms. "I'm not ready to speak on that matter."

"Ah," Kimura murmurs, pressing another kiss on her forehead. "You would think with the changing of times that your view as the Goddess of marriage would have to morph along with it."

"But they're not married. Ohno and Satomi are. Jun shouldn't be involved after the fact." Kimura nods, but remains silent. Yuko sighs, turning to him. "We'll have to talk about it with them eventually, you know."

"Of course," he says lightly, leaning down to kiss her. "But I find I'd rather do other things right now."

Yuko laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck. "What a delightful happenstance. I find I feel the same."