Hullo again, my filthy human toilets! 'Tis I, Mina-chan!

I am so pumped, we're finishing Winner! I love this story to bits, I honestly wasn't going to update it further than the first part, it was going to just be a one-shot. But then all the wonderfully written reviews came rolling in, and a lot of people wanted me to continue, surprisingly! I just want to thank each and every person that wrote a review, but sadly, here is the end.

I really hope you all enjoy it, and I'll see you guys in the A/N!

Mina-chan

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Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The silence that had originally been in the room returns, a cold, dark atmosphere surrounding the four figures sitting on the floor as soon as the question had reached everyone's ears. The brunette man physically freezes, and his hands leave his boss's back, falling limp at his sides as he discontinues trying to relieve his aching thighs from his weight.

Kisa tilts his head at the two, questioning why they had suddenly gone quiet. The editor then quickly realizes his mistake, and raises his hands to apologize.

"I-I mean, you don't have to answer if you're that uncomfortable about it, I-I mean me and Tori can't really judge you-"

"Shut up already." The editor in chief finally snaps out of his short trance, crossing his lean arms and leaning back onto his subordinate just to spite him into silence so he could speak. "Whatever relationship me and Onodera have, really shouldn't be anyone else's business. Honestly, I don't know what it is right now."

"T-Takano-san!" Onodera complains from below him, and drives his fist into the center of his boss's spine once more. Takano, however, doesn't pay any mind to it, determined on getting his opinion and his voice on the matter heard for once, instead of the brunette cutting him off and denying all feelings he may have for him.

"Although it shouldn't matter," The editor-in-chief continues his explanation, while Onodera cowers in fear behind him against his back. "me and Onodera aren't dating. But, I hope in the near future, that I will look back on myself at this moment and laugh. But, that will be determined on this guy." He jerks his thumb behind him, in a general direction of the brunette hiding behind him.

"Takanooo, shut up!" Onodera wails a little quieter, punching the man on his lap in the back once more. Takano finally gets fed up with letting Onodera abuse him from behind, and reaches down to squeeze his inner thighs, making the fists stop beating on him and his smaller frame jolt upwards in response. Takano laughs internally, and makes a note of the sensitive spot there for the next time the two were alone. Or not alone, if he wanted to play dangerously.

Onodera almost immediately raises his head towards the other two men in the room, taking note of Hatori's continued silence. "I apologize, it seems Takano-san is just spouting nonsense. We aren't dating, we don't have any kind of relationship besides that of a boss and his subordinate. Don't listen to anything this person may tell you, we're not in that kind of relationship."

"Then what relationship do we have, Onodera?" Takano challenges, finally sliding off Onodera's lap in order to turn around and look him straight in the eye. Onodera shivers as Takano's dark auburn eyes bore into his, but he shakes it off and responds just as firmly.

"We can't talk about this now. Or ever. Let's just finish the game. I think it's my-"

"No." Takano demands, smashing his palm onto the table to block the hand Onodera had reached out for the colored bags Takano had left on the table. "We're talking about this now, since every time I bring it up you never give me a full answer. Answer me clearly this time. What relationship do we currently have between us, Onodera?"

"I-I...we can't...Not in front of…" Onodera's eyes dart to his right, where Kisa and Hatori are watching their exchange very intently, obviously not buying Onodera's declaration from just moments before.

"Well, you won't answer me any goddamn other time, so this is perfect." Takano easily fires back, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes down at his subordinate, knowing full well that he had already won the argument. The brunette audibly gulps. "Now stop avoiding it and answer the question. What exactly am I to you?"

Onodera finds himself crawling backwards on all fours, but doesn't get very far due to the wall being so close behind him. The brunette gulps once more, and dares to stare the auburn eyed man down, but he tears his eyes away at the glimpse of the depth and hurt in his eyes. Takano, a person that he thought had nerves of steel, was showing his hurt for the first time in forever. Onodera hadn't quite understood when Yokozawa said that Takano was sensitive, and was hurt easily, but for sure the aforesaid man never showed it.

"H-honestly? The...e-entire truth?" His green eyes dart once more to his co-workers on the other side of the coffee table, and lets his gaze linger there for a few moments before returning to his boss's forehead. "W-well, I already told you, we aren't-"

"That's a damn lie, and you and I both know it." Takano pursues forward towards the brunette backed against the wall, but stops a mere two feet in front of him. "What, has the last year meant nothing to you? Has our relationship until now just been fuck-buddies? Have I been chasing you down since we met, for absolutely nothing? If so, then reject me properly and tell me you hate me, so I can give up and start hurting now rather than-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! Hold on just a couple damn seconds!" Onodera cuts off the older man, getting up to rest on his knees to make himself feel taller. "When did I ever say any of that?! I think I made it clear many times before that we are not f...f-fuck buddies, okay?! And I told you before...t-that I don't hate you...exactly."

"Then what, a very strong dislike?" Takano once again crosses his arms back across his chest, and gives the brunette a pointed look. Yes, he remembered the time when Onodera told him the same thing. But goddammit, that wasn't enough. Takano was grateful for the small amount of affection Onodera would admit to, but dammit, it just isn't enough for complete satisfaction. The dark amber-eyed man would only feel completely satisfied when the brunette handed every speck of his heart and being over to him, and let him flood Onodera's mind with only thoughts of himself. It was unrealistic and dangerous, considering the type of personality the brunette harbors, but it was worth the risk to pursue him until he gave way to him.

"I...suppose, it's n-not quite that...either..." Onodera's eyes dart back and forth across the room, avoiding the three pairs of eyes trained on him, watching him like a hawk for his next move.

Takano, sick of the half-hearted answers, slams his hands down on either side of the brunette, and takes this as his chance to look him straight, dead in the eye. No escape. "Then what is it?"

Onodera presses himself up against the wall as much as he could, his cheeks flaring up as he thought about what his co-workers could possibly be thinking with the two of them in this rather awkward position.

The brunette felt as if he were fifteen again, the shy, innocent, and blubbering mess he was back in high school, struggling to come up with the right response to please everyone. But unlike himself back in high school, he had many years of experience on his back, and he wasn't going to let Saga- err, Takano ruin him again like he did back then. It sounded somewhat cruel, when he theoretically stepped back and looked at their relationship as a whole. What other reason would Takano be so persistent in chasing him down and repeating that he loves him? Onodera thought he had fully convinced himself that he would never fall for that man ever again, that he would do nothing but hurt and scar him again, and turn him seventeen shades darker of jaded than he was now.

However, the rare times... when Takano caressed him gently, without pushing for sex. When they just laid under the sheets, their legs tangled in one another's, and he would whisper sweet nothings into his hair, lulling him into a relaxed sleep. Those times, were what made him so confused on what he truly felt. Back then, that horrible day when he misunderstood Saga and his heart was shattered, of course he would never forget every aching day that he would wonder what Saga would be doing then. But... was is even possible that Takano and him could rekindle the love they lost that decade ago?

"Onodera!"

Onodera jolts out of his own thoughts, and his gaze turns to the man in front of him, his dark auburn eyes widened and swimming with emotions. Onodera realizes that he had spaced out, thinking about how much things have changed since high school. Onodera lets out a breath that he hadn't known that he was holding.

"...What?" He asks quieter than expected.

"Why are you crying?" Takano asks in a strange soothing voice, and Onodera furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Crying? He reaches one of his hands to his cheeks, and sure enough, the salty moisture soaked in between the cracks of his fingers. As he realized that he had been crying over his ridiculous thoughts on what they could have been, more tears run down his pale cheeks, the brunette reaching up to cover his moistened eyes.

"E-excuse *hic* me." Onodera murmurs from behind his hands in between hiccups, and stands up from the floor towards the singular bedroom down the hall.

"Ricchan?!"

"O-Onodera?"

"Oi, Onodera!"

Don't follow me. Onodera had responded to their shouts inside his head as he walked further away from them. Leave me alone for now. Because Kisa, I can't answer your question right about now. Like Takano, I haven't a clue either. What would you call our screwed up relationship now? What was the word—unrequited love?

Onodera swings open the wooden door and steps inside the quiet, gray bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He collapses back onto the surface of the door, and covers his tear-soaked face with his sleeves as he slides down it on his back, until his bottom hits the floor and he buries his head between his legs.

What am I even really crying for, anyways? The brunette asks himself inside his head, hiccuping a few times as he swipes his eyes with his cheeks, but it was no use, as fresh tears soaked them again. It's obvious that Takano really does have feelings for me. There wasn't much fault when it came to Takano's commitment to the lovey-dovey relationship he wants out of me. So, where was it that I fell short? Oh right.

Onodera humorlessly chuckles to himself, tears still streaming down his cheeks like a pair of angry rivers. He muffles his hiccups by biting on the edge of his sleeve, and burrows further into the fabric covering his knees.

I still haven't told him that I love him. But, what's the point? With the personality I have, I would hardly be able to hold up my end of the lovey-doveyness he wants. It just wasn't going to happen, with even the small things I do now going to shit. Takano should know that by now, with how much I've been pushing him away up to this point in time.

"Oi, Onodera!" Someone pounds on the door behind Onodera, sending vibrations down his back. "Let me in there, right now!"

"No." Onodera says firmly, but hiccups and sniffs the snot threatening to come out. "Just...I can't—no. I won't open *hic* the door."

"Open the door! This isn't the time to protect your goddamn pride!" The door is banged on thrice, shaking Onodera's limp body with it. Onodera doesn't reply, but sits in silence for a few moments, letting the tears run and listening to Takano's pleads for him to let him inside.

"Ne, Takano-san?" Onodera mumbles after a few moments, and raises his head to lean against the door behind him. The knocking pauses, and he hears a shifting as something gets closer to him on the floor.

"What? What is it?"

"What is it that *hic* you wanted... no, *hic* what was it that you said you would say if I *hic* told you that I *hic* love you?"

"It's official! Takadera is my new OTP!" Onodera hears a loud shout from a different person other than the person he directed his question at, which he immediately recognizes as Kisa's voice.

"Kisa, don't eavesdrop on personal conversations! Dammit!" He listens to Takano's shouts at the older editor, who continues giggling anyways.

"...Nevermind, forget I said anything." Onodera mumbles once again, letting his body fall onto his side and hit the floor, his once warm cheek becoming cold from the cold wood. Onodera thought Takano hadn't heard that, afterall, he thought he was back in the living room beating Kisa upside the head, but the brunette grunts as he feels something sharp dig into his bottom. He raises his green eyes, only to widen them at the man standing beside the slightly cracked open door, panting from what he assumed trying to push the door open.

Takano finally breathes, and narrows his eyes at the green-eyed editor laying on the floor. But, quickly his expression morphs into a full blown grin, stretching from ear to ear. The dark-haired falls to his knees, and grabs a hold of one of Onodera's hands, pressing it to his face as he tenderly kissed the back of it.

"I'm afraid I can't follow what you tell me to. I won't forget that for the rest of my life, Ritsu."

I'm sorry for the abrupt and unsatisfying ending, I just can't seem to stop ending my stories with cliffhangers XD Well, I think you can guess what happens after this... Smexy tyme ;)

In all honesty, I wanted to get this over and done with, I had most of it written out, but I had no clue as to end it. I'm still somewhat of a newbie writer, I'm not nearly as good as I wish I were... Well, I hope you enjoyed this even a little bit! The next thing I'm going to be working on is Hiyori Kirishima no Baii and I'm actually going to start a Viktuuri One-shot collection!

Now, all that's left to do to officially finish Winner is to timestamp it!

Finished: November 25th, 2016. 2:58 p.m.

Until next time, my filthy human toilets~!

~Mina-chan