Father-son angst and comfort between Matsuri and Yoshitoki, pls and thank you, good night.

I do a happy dance with every Yoshitoki ask I receive, Nonny-Mouse…TW for discussions of assault and homophobia (because, Washuus). 

“What is wrong with you?” Yoshitoki bursts out, slamming the door to his office shut.

“What?” Matsuri crosses his arms.

“I don’t understand you!” Yoshitoki waves his arms.

“I’ve noticed, Father.”

“Then help me understand!” pled Yoshitoki. “All I wanted was to know if Iyo is expecting or not. Ordinarily I wouldn’t call it my business, but your grandfather wanted to know.” 

“We don’t have sex!” Matsuri yelled.

Yoshitoki pales. “I really didn’t need to know that.”

“Well, you might as well have asked for it with that question, Dad.” 

“I mean – no – Is everything okay?”

“No!” Matsuri howls. “No, nothing is okay. She’s a woman, Dad.”

Yoshitoki scowls. “Women aren’t lower status than you, Matsuri.”

“No, but they’re to be raped, right?” Matsuri laughs humorlessly. 

Yoshitoki’s face cracks. “You know I never hurt your mother.”

“But you let it happen to everyone else.” Matsuri shakes his head. He sinks to a chair and rests his head in his hands. “You would have let me rape Iyo. And now I’m supposed to – and I – I can’t -”

Yoshitoki’s brain whirs. If Matsuri respects women, then why – Oh. 

The rumors.

He gasps. His voice trembles. “Matsuri?”

Matsuri hunches over. “Don’t say it.”

Yoshitoki stares at his son. His…very gay son. Why did he never notice? Why did he always see what he wanted?

“Sorry I’m such a disappointment,” Matsuri spits.

“You’ve never been a disappointment.” Yoshitoki puts his hand on Matsuri’s shoulder, and for one moment, father and son see each other without judgement or fear.

They exit the office without another word, and return to their daily lives.