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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      食戟のソーマ_|_Food_Wars!_Shokugeki_no_Soma
  Relationship:
      Yukihira_Jouichirou_|_Saiba_Jouichirou/Yukihira_Souma
  Character:
      Yukihira_Souma, Yukihira_Jouichirou_|_Saiba_Jouichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Father-Son_Relationship, Parent/Child_Incest, Incest, Angst_and_Fluff_and
      Smut, Family_Drama, Psychological_Drama
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-07 Updated: 2015-09-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5196
****** He looks just like his mother ******
by The_Fandom_Is_Strong_With_This_One
Summary
     Souma has had an undying rivalry towards his father, this has been
     going on for years, so much so that some part of him for got that
     he's his dad. But what if one day he is reminded that he is his
     father, but at the same time, Jouichiro loses the sense that he's his
     son? What will happen when a boy becomes a son, and a father wants a
     lover?
Notes
     Okay, this is my first time posting my work here and I don't really
     know the in's and out's of the site yet, but please enjoy my work
     anyway!
***** Another cook-off *****
“ Hey pops... Let’s do it now” a familiar young fifteen year old red head
exclaimed as he glared at the towering thirty eight year old in front of him.
He had a confident smile plastered on his face while the older gentleman  could
barely even keep an eye open alongside his crossed arms.  The man with a deeper
shade of red for hair only chuckled as a response to the youngster’s sheer
determination.
 
“Well... I guess there isn’t helping it when you look like that...” He smirked
as he continued with,
 
“Alright, what do you want this battle to be about?  Deliciousness or the other
one? “ Jouichiro said as he proceeded to stand up from the kotatsu he and his
son were sharing to stretch his surprisingly well maintained body.
 
The other could only grin as if he were already sure of the outcome, he
suddenly stood up from where he was seated and then proceeded to expertly rip
off the white bandana that was covering his left wrist. He then went on and
placed that said bandana onto his forehead and continued by pointing his thumb
over his chest while looking at his father’s proud stature before spouting out
the words “ Old man, Get ready to crown me king of this fight because I’ll
definitely defeat you this time with my Yukihira styled pickled sardines banana
surprise!” with that his yellow eyes shone like fresh gold under the moon light
as an uncharacteristic glimmer twinkled at the fangs of his exposed teeth.
 
As if he were the wind Jouichiro proceeded to ignore what his son said and
merely stated “Well, just don’t cry when you lose to me again” with that he
gave off a warm smile then got his favourite apron from the hook that it was
hanging from before he proceeded to walk toward their kitchen.  
 
“THAT NEVER HAPPENED! I TOLD YOU I GOT ONION JUICE IN MY EYE THAT TIME!” He
could faintly hear the protest his son made from the other room and that only
served as a kind of pleasure for him, since he always liked riling up his son
whether it was for inspiration or just for his own kicks, either way it was
working and he was happy about it.  
 
“Whatever whatever, just get your butt over here or else the time you finish
your dish mine will get cold...”  He continued to say through close lidded eyes
as he ran his fingers through his soft maroon hair and stretched it out before
proceeding to tie it.
 
He could only hear the faint patter of his sons footsteps, before he grabbed a
hold of his knife and started with a thought.
 
‘Let’s begin.’
 
With that the slight sizzle of garlic and the sweet aroma of onions filled the
air, and with that the food war began.
 
An hour passed, and it was finally done, the two were finally done cooking and
ready to present their dishes to their usually unsuspecting victim. Souma,
prepared what he had declared a while ago, which was a pickled sardine that was
firstly fermented over the course of its existence then pickled with vinegar
then seasoned with fish sauce and then partnered with a mixture of slightly
creamed bananas and durian paste. It gave off a putrid smell unlike any other;
with its acidic sour smell coming from the pickled sardine accompanied by the
sweet and unique smell of the bananas and durian paste. The texture was slimy
and creamy all at the same time, there were visible lumps of the mashed bananas
still protruding from afar that only served as a benefitting factor to its
grossness. Its sight was also not befitting to that for human eyes, for the
sight would be enough to send even strong men crying home to their mothers. It
had a unique design with the pickled fish cut open from its abdomen up and then
in the slit laid the hybrid of banana and durian.
 
Truly the dish was that to be feared, and yet also marvelled. Sure it was
gross, but its grossness was in a way that has some personality to it, as if it
was saying that “ I’m gross, but I’m a piece of art, because only the sickest
of mind can come up with something like me” It said so many vile symphonies in
its existence alone,  and that well, if Souma hadn’t created it for the sole
purpose of defeating his dad, he would never entertain such a lewd perversion. 
He was sick to his stomach, but proud, proud of the monster that would finally
take down his greatest rival.
 
“hmmm? Wow... an impressive display...” Jouichiro could only state as he rubbed
the tip of his chin with his thumb and index finger.  
 
He was rather impressed he really hadn’t expected that his son would have
thought that much out of the box to create such a beautiful beast. If he didnt
know any better, he would have been quaking with fear, but of course he knew
better so he had nothing to worry about.  
 
‘Ding’  the timer near the over set off a soft but alarming sound that
signified Jouichiro’s victory.
 
“Oh it’s done...” the pony tailed man exclaimed with an almost unenthusiastic
tone as he timidly walked over at the oven that was by his left.
 
He then soon opened the oven and like a magic explosion, the room soon filled
with a sewer like smell that permeated and coated the room.  It was so thick
that it felt like Souma had just received a punch from a rotting corpse that
wore 3 day old gym socks on his hands for gloves. 
 
“What’s with that smell old man?? It smells like you just killed someone...
wait... you didnt kill anyone right? ” he then looked at his father who was now
holding what looks like a tray of some kind of entrails.
 
“ shut up...  it’s my dish of course”  the man who loomed over the smaller boy
said casually as he started to plate what seemed like death on a plate.
 
When he was finished plating Souma was taken aback of what he saw, because what
he saw was the complete negation of what he smelled. He saw a perfectly baked
and sliced roll of what seemed like squid with avocado and what seemed like
purple mashed potatoes. In the avocado, there seemed to be some sort of cubed
cheese that gleamed inside and in between the seemingly purple mashed potatoes
and cheesy avocado was a ideal colored golden meat, and at the top was an
unknown red paste.
 
Now to some people the looks of this dish was good enough to excuse the foul
smell that it originally had from the moment Jouichiro took it out of the oven,
but Souma knew better than to trust his father when it came to cooking. He knew
for a fact that when it came to his dad, anything could happen.
 
“Well then, what are we waiting for? “ Jouichiro said as he now took off his
apron and hung it back on the wall, before sitting down to join his son for
their battle taste off.
 
Naturally how it worked was that both of them would make a dish and there would
be an outside party to taste it in order to make a clear and non biased
judgement, but seeing as it was already eleven in the evening and it was a
weekday, they could bet that no one’s available. So in special cases like these
they would have no choice but taste the others cooking and critique it
themselves.  
 
“Okay, I’ll go first... seeing as I won the last time” Jouichiro said as he
then broke a pair of chopsticks and proceeded to pick a piece of the banana and
durian covered fish before he eating the said piece.
 
“Mazuuuuiii!” was the only thing that Jouichiro could say as he tasted the
repulsive monstrous cooking his son made. The flavours didnt go well at all,
the sourness of the pickled fish and the sweetness of the now honey induced
banana cream and the unique flavour of the durian paste fought in his mouth,
like how a snail would fight to the death against a frog and a rabbit. It was
utterly terrible.
 
Hearing those words escape his father’s mouth made Souma smile, for his father
to actually make a reaction that strong it must have meant that his dish was
really that bad.
“Ne, its bad right pops! Hahaha , It’s so digusting that I even feel like
puking and I made it... hahaha” Souma gave out a chuckle as he  almost jumped
for joy at the thought of him winning this contest. He was sure that he would
have won by now, that is up until he looked down at his own plate and realized
the marvellous beauty that was presented to him was that of a trickster and was
probably going to take him into a horror induced ride.
 
Although that was the case, Souma took a deep breath, broke the chopsticks he
had prepared and then proceeded to pick up and consume the perfectly sliced
squid rolls, and the moment he ate one, he knew he had lost.
 
Just as Souma thought, what seemed like a perfectly delectable meal turned out
to be one from his worst nightmares. Indeed the outer layer was squid, but that
wasn’t the noxious part, but rather, what was inside and ontop of the wrapper.
Firstly the cheese in the avocado was not cheese, but rather small chunks of
ginger that gave the strong herbal smell and spice to the dish. The once was
thought to be purple mashed potato was indeed squash that was soaked with squid
ink. The perfectly golden meat in the middle wasn’t any ordinary meat, but
rather pickled baked pigs feet, and the kicker, the red paste that topped the
beautifully set rolls, congealed pork blood softened with olive oil.
 
Souma was in a state of paralysis, never had he tasted anything so cruel and
soul crushing as this dish.  It talked of too many takes of woe and it was
presented as a innocent child.  It was too ruthless of a flavour and sight, it
was like tasting the kiss of a mermaid, that also happened to be your grandma.
It had no mercy to its taster, it subdued them to a point of complete
submission, cruel, pitiless, unrelenting submission.
 
“...M...M..Ma-...Ma..zu..i...” Was the last thing Souma said as he then soon
collapsed to the ground.
 
 
When Souma finally came through, he wasn’t surprised that he was back at their
shared futon with what seemed like a damp rag over at his head.
 
“Oh you’re finally awake...” His father exclaimed as he glanced as he son.
“Here.. “ He continued as he placed down the cup that seemed to have green tea
in it.
 
Souma of course  took the gesture and immediately sat up to drink the said tea.
 
“You should really strengthen your gut more if you want to defeat me in a
grossness contest” Jouichiro stated as he sat down next to his beloved son.
 
Souma only nodded as he looked up at his father with awe and an unfamiliar
softness in his eyes. It was his first time fainting over the foulness of his
dads food, but it’s been a long while since he ever felt like a son to his dad
again, since they don’t really communicate much outside of cooking and the
restaurant and his dad usually treats him as an employee.  
 
“oh and...” The longhaired man said as looked at his sons eyes, matching the
softness it had with his own  ”Once you’re feeling up to it, Go clean your
dishes, they’re gonna stain if you dont...” 
***** Take this serously *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, I just realize how difficult it is to make them romantically
     involved in a very natural way, and that's probably because Jouichiro
     and Soumas relationship is stationed to be very platonic, and I get
     that since they are father and child, but still... I tried my best in
     this chapter but even so, forgive me if they went a little off
     character, It was the best I could do with their platonic
     relationship.
“Well, I guess it’s your 482nd loss for you Souma... Geez, at this rate, I
might just be forced to take it easy on you if you still don’t beat me.”
 
 
A few days had passed since their last battle and his father’s taunting words
rang through Souma’s head like an annoying cats wail in the middle of the night
and one that was incessant and seemingly everlasting. It rang through his head
like a bad dream, so much so that he thought that he really needed to step up
his game if he was ever going to even come close to beating his dad. He
couldn’t just play it safe anymore with his dishes, no, he had to play by his
father’s grounds and think outside of the box some more. He needed to be more
creative, more colourful. He needed to beat his dad with food that had its own
soul filled apatite and had its own personality. No longer welcome are those
mediocre ideas, he needed something big.     
 
What he really needed was another recipe though, something that would really
strip his father’s soul naked and expose it for him to laugh at. He needed
something to crush the humble dignity that his dad had. He needed a recipe, he
needed another battle. He needed another battle in order to try and prove his
worth once again to the man that taught him everything he knew in the world of
food. He needed to show his being bare to his rival and prove to him that he
was the better cook. He needed another battle but not just any ordinary battle,
he needed something extravagant to really blow his father’s top off, something
lewd, something bold, something so outrageous, something ... something...
 
“Ah! I got it!” Souma exclaimed as he finally thought of something that made
him really smile his usual shit eating grin for the first time in three days.
 
“No way he can beat that recipe if I use that kind of ingredient... And if I do
that instead of the regular way, Oooooh man! I can’t wait to kill dad tonight!”
Souma loosely thought as his grin could only get wider as he theorized more of
his recipe and continued to improve on it in his mind.  
 
He had nothing but high hopes this time and it was enough for him. Enough for
him to press on, enough for him to try again, enough for him to go to the
grocery store and start picking out his materials after school, enough to start
practice cooking again, and enough to challenge is father into an all out war
once again. It was enough. So when Jouichiro came home from their personal
grocery shopping, and he saw his son eagerly awaiting by the door of their
home, he could only smile.
 
“You sure you want to lose again this early in the week?”
 
“Heh, I’m not losing this time” Souma smirked as that familiar fire filled
determination blazed through his eyes and exuded themselves over to Jouichiro.
 
 
Jouichiro could only chuckle at the marveling determination his son exhibited.
It was so vibrant and exhilarating that every time Souma displayed that kind of
look, he always found himself going back to his younger years when he was still
a promising young lad himself, full of life and bursting with ideas, though
laid back in most cases now that he thinks more of it. He couldn’t help but be
transported by those gold shimmering eyes it was an effect that no one else
could bring forth, him and one other person.
 
“Alright then, go get your stuff ready...” Jouichiro stated as he soon took a
tie he had been harboring by his wrist and proceeded to tie his long hair, a
signal that was commonly known to the younger person.
 
 “I’ll be with you in a moment I just have to put down these things”  he
continued as he proceeded to walk over to the other side of the kitchen and
start putting away the food that he had bought for their everyday meals,
leaving however the ingredients that he would be using for their food battle.
 
As he soon finished putting away the food that were of no use to him in the
battle, he noticed that his  5 footed competitor was brewing up some
interesting ingredients alongside some normal ones over at his side. The
lighter haired male started unpacking some normal assortments of vegetables and
meats alongside some kind of packets of adobo sauce, different arrays of bell
peppers, some jalapeño peppers, a pack of  chilli powder, some sour cream, a
bottle of what looks like water, green onions, a block of cheddar cheese and
two cans of kidney beans.  It was an unusual line up of ingredients for the
younger male, it wasn’t like him to stray far from the Yukihira style cooking,
he must have been really thinking this through, but never the less it was an
interesting sight to observe for the older one. He hadn’t expected anything of
the sort, and not to mention the short intermission that his son allowed for
his recovery from his recent loss to a battle, but then again, Souma never
fails to surprise him with his unshakable optimism.
 
Truly his optimism was something to be awed at, if there was anything he was
envious of his son, he would probably say that it was his ability to keep on
moving forward and continue honing his skills despite the multiple failures
he’s faced. It was really what Jouichiro could call a special skill, for not
everyone had that kind of unbreakable spirit in them, even he didnt have such
skill, it was only Souma.
 
“Oi, pops stop staring at my ingredients and start cooking, at this rate you’re
gonna have nothing on the plate the time I’m done.. well actually that would
mean I win right? Nevermind... forget what I said and continue on hahaha” Souma
lightly joked towards his father, which caused Jouichiro to snap out of his
slowly deepening trans and gaining a cooly collected smirk before retaliating
with a confident
 
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll have enough time to win this battle even with just
five minutes”
 
“We’ll see about that old man”  Souma said with an equal serving of confidence
as finished washing his green onion and then proceeded to slice and dice it on
the readily available chopping board.
 
Having snapped out of his daze Jouichiro soon started his own preparations,
taking out every bits and pieces of his materials before he started slicing and
dicing his meat and vegetables. He was fairly confident of his cooking so to
him it didn’t really pose a threat that Souma got an upper hand with the time,
it didn’t really concern him seeing his son starting to boil certain vegetables
such as potatoes and carrots, but what did catch his attention was the
ingredient he used to boil said vegetables it seemed like water in a bottle at
first glance, but after a few moment of thinking it through Jouichiro came to a
conclusion that it simply wasn’t it, after all Souma knew better than to buy a
bottle of water  when there was an open access to clean stored water in their
pantry. This only led the older man to believe that what the white clear liquid
was nothing but sake, which in some part wasn’t wrong of him to guess.
 
All was well and normal in their food battle, that is up until the young male
suddenly started to bang pans down into their stove and with it came a soft
melodic hum of some sort of song.
 
“UmarekawaruUUUU ima koko deEEEeee 
AoideitaAaA sora koete iku 
Nigirishimeta tenohira no sono naka ni 
Kibou ga attandaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA~!”
 
Now, Jouchiro knew his son to be a decent cook, he was talented, innovative and
creative , he was a good son, a good friend and a good pupil, but never, in his
entire life did  he imagine he would be the worst singer Jouichiro would have
had to be forced to listen to.  
 
“OI! Souma! Stop with the singing, I mean I know you have a good dish, but you
haven’t won yet! There isn’t reason to celebrate” Jouichiro said as he
methodically and also hastily started chopping some garlic into tiny little
cubes.  He awaited for his sons reply to his snarky words, but when he found no
response but a continuance of the sound of his sons loud horrible singing and
the terrible pan acoustic that accompanied it, he kind of lost it and suddenly
placed his knife down and turned to look at his son, who seemed happily in his
own world of musically ineptness.
 
“Oi, Souma, I told you to cut it out with the-“ Jouichiro said as he grabbed
the shoulder of his significantly shorter son and turned him around so that
they would face each other.
 
 Much to his surprise as soon as their eyes met, Jouichiro saw a pair of half
lidded golden eyes, a pair of red cheeks, an expression that he couldn’t make
out, and a strong stench of alcohol drenching his nostrils.  
 
“OH! Hhhey DAddd! You came to check on me hoooouh!? We’ll you Won’t get to whin
thiz time!!” Souma said in a zealous tone of voice as he could only grin at his
father who was now intently and worriedly looking at him.
 
“Souma! what-“Before he could finish his statement of inquiry towards the now
drunk young boy, he happened to glance over at the opened bottle of what he
thought was sake that was sitting near the flame of the stove. He immediately
lets go of his slurring son to attend to the brooding accident waiting to
happen that laid on top of the kitchen counter only to quickly take a sniff of
what he thought would be a mild almost sweet scent. He expected such fragrance
from normal sake but as soon as he took a whiff of the alcoholic substance he
was hastily proven wrong when he was swiftly bombarded by the sickeningly musky
smell of the alcohol. He then promptly looked at the bottles label only to have
his eyes widen when he read out the words:
 
“Moonshine, White Whisky..120% proof.”
 
Reading these words, and looking at his sons current situation and state of
mind, he was no longer surprised to see him reacting in such away. It placed a
bit of ease in his mind knowing what his son had ingested, and knowing that it
isn’t potentially life threatening. Still though, he would have thought that
his son would have much of an alcohol tolerance than this. He would have
thought that he wouldn’t have gotten so drunk with just a measly sip. He
thought that way, that is until he saw a completely empty glass of moonshine
and a still very much full glass of plain water by the same location near the
pot he was just a while ago boiling.  
 
Seeing that sight Jouichiro could only guess that what happened was that  Souma
placed the glass filled with moonshine in the pot by mistake and then soon
wondered why the pot he was boiling wasn’t doing what it was told, and of
course thinking that something was wrong, and granted that he had been
unpacking spices that tampered with his sense of smell, the best option was to
taste the liquid that he poured , he then proceeded to drink the rest of the
liquid from the glass, only to realize his mistake and soon started correcting
it, but like many young boys who haven’t gotten the taste of alcohol yet in
their mouths, he didn’t realize how potent that kind of alcohol is causing him
to enter into drunken slurs.
 
‘Bang, Bang, BANG!’
 
Just as Jouichiro was finishing up speculating what happened to his son and how
he got that way, he was suddenly jolted away from his thoughts with the loud
banging of plates and pans that emanated from left side of the kitchen. He
looked to where the source of the sound was and was not surprised to see his
son still pushing through with their battle despite his temporary handicap.  He
grabbed the bowl from their dishwasher and grabbed the whisk inside the
utensils drawer and started messily cracking some eggs into the bowl, dripping
some accidentally on the floor. He then continued to carelessly beat the egg
with the said whisk only to try to put it on the now boiling pan full of
alcohol.
 
Now, Jouichiro isn’t the type to back out of a battle no matter what, but he
figured that his incarcerated alcohol drenched son would be an exception this
time.
 
So, Jouichiro, upon the sight of his son, walked over to where he was before
slyly turning off each and every one of their used stove, deciding that he
would really love to keep his home intact and not burned down into the ground.
 He then proceeded to keep any of the sharp objects that could potentially harm
either of them and kept them over at the top of the cupboard so that his
impulsive and intoxicated son couldn’t get into them and start slicing off what
he thought was meat but rather his own fingers.  He then also started picking
up any of the breakable dishes that was lying around and started storing them
by the sink, thinking that it would be better for them to be submerged under
water than to be with his sons state of mind, and finally when all of that was
said and done, he placed his attention to his currently still whisking son.
 
“Souma, I think we should stop the cook off for now...” Jouichiro began as he
gently placed his hand by the others shoulder.
 
“HuH!? N-no! Ica-N BEaT You Pop-s!” Souma said in retaliation as he didn’t even
turn to look at his father’s gaze but instead continued to whisk the imaginary
egg that laid on the bowl.
 
“Souma, You’re drunk... we’ll have this cook off some other time..” Jouichiro
said with a sigh as he desperately tried to convince the other that it was time
to quit for the day.
 
“...No... I’m doing this” Souma replied as his tone got lower and firmer as
opposed to the drunken slurs he had been doing.
 
Jouichiro was taken aback by the others response. This isn’t the first time
they had to stop a cook-off mid-way because of some sort of emergency, so it
wasn’t really a big thing, however the younger lad responded towards it was
though.
 
Being answered that way by his son caught Jouichiro off guard and before he
could even catch himself doing it, he suddenly stated, "Souma! You’re not well!
You could get hurt here! We’re Stopping the cook off right now!” Jouichiro
raised his tone as he gave a stern look at the boy as he took hold his left
wrist before forcing him to turn around in order to lock eyes with him.
The boy surely did turn around but his gaze was now  fixated at the floor,
never at all meeting his father’s eyes. There was dead silence between the two
of them for a moment, and Jouichiro thought that maybe this time his son
finally heard him and listened, but before he could even conclude that thought
he suddenly got a response from the younger boy.
 
“So what if I get hurt?..." there was a paused before Souma could be heard
continuing with a " I don’t care! As long as I surpass you! As long as you’ll
recognize me as a chef it doesn’t matter that I get hurt!” By this time Souma
looked up to his dad, only to give Jouichiro a shock with what he saw on his
son’s eyes.   
 
“I’ll definitely surpass you Dad! Even if I die trying! I’ll make you see me
and my cooking! I won’t stop until I get you to say that my cooking is good
enough to inherit the restaurant!” Souma stated as subtle tears ran down his
eyes, tears that told of sadness, but also bare, naked determination.
 
The older gentleman could only look at his sons face, he examined the tears
that ran down his surprisingly flawless skin. He stared at his deep dandelion
rich eyes, his perfectly bended crimson red cheeks, his cherry colored lips. He
looked and gazed in awe at how his son had grown up. His face telling stories
that no other person could tell. He stared at it like it was the most exquisite
painting that ever lived, like it was the perfect picture that was ever
captured. He invested in it, he drowned in it, he sunk to the bottom of his
endless captivating glow. He completely subjected, he completely surrendered to
the warmth his son was weeping out. He completely lost words, something only
one person has ever made him ever do in his life time.  He continued to gaze
over at the others seemingly ethereal beauty before snapping himself out of it.
 
“Well if you’re that bent on surpassing me then you need to do it in top
condition, I won’t accept any dish from you made this way, It’s considered
cheating” Jouichiro said with a mild tone as he finally understood how deep
Souma took their rivalry, to him this wasn’t a game, to him this was more
important than anything, to him this wasn’t just some sort of past time, it was
his passion and it always pained Souma to think that his dad didn’t take it
that seriously.
 
“I promise... we’ll have a cook off when you’re nice a sober okay?” Jouichiro
with a soft smile said as he leaned down a bit in order to fully lock eyes with
his now calm son.
 
Once Souma saw that look of genuine softness in his father’s eyes, he could
only retaliate with a soft but heartfelt  
 
“okay” and with that he gave the older gentle man one of his famous shit eating
grins but this one was softer and milder, as if it was some sort of mild
reminder to himself and to his father what kind of person he really was, to
which the other responded with a smile.
 
“Alright, so hurry up and sober up, or else I won’t accept your challenges
anymore... besides it’s not like you won any, Honetsly it’s getting kind of
boring always winning” Jouichiro lightly teased the still drunk boy before
taking a step back and trying to straight stand up.
 
While Jouichiro was busy chuckling at the light one sided banter he made, he
didn’t notice the spilled egg on the floor and accidentally stepped on it,
resulting to him falling  back and taking his son  down with him.
 
The both of them arrived with a loud thud on the ground, the smaller one was on
top of the other and the other was down below. Now, in normal situations this
wouldn’t have cause more than a slight bruising of the buttocks if Jouichiro
was unlucky, but somehow, like it was a cruel game faith has bestowed upon
them, Jouichiro found Soumas lips on top of his, and his heart racing because
of it.
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