Today, I got a missed call from my dad, who hasn't talked to me in months and has vowed not to have anything to do with me. I called him back excitedly and apologized for missing his call, and we had a 20-second conversation about how his phone accidentally dialed my number. FML

I sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring coldly at my computer screen.

"Fuck my life..." I sighed to myself. Tamaki walked across our miniscule apartment and hugged me softly.

"Still upset kaa-san?"

"Yes... tou-san"

"He'll come around."

"Sure he will; because homosexual relations between two blue-bloods is a common thing in our society. Plus, my father is a very tolerant man." I replied sarcastically. Tamaki kissed my head gently and ran a hand along my collar bone.

"Don't worry about him."

I paused and thought about the proverbial knife in the back I'd received that morning with a grim expression.

"And your family?" I said tersely.

"They still hate me."

...

As I rolled out of bed after a night of passionate sex with Tamaki I spied my phone sitting on the floor next to my boxers. Scooping it up and glaring at it I realized that I had a missed call from my father. I got excited for some odd reason. I was hoping desperately that he had called to tell me he missed me... and wanted me back. I immediately called him back.

"Father, it's Kyouya. I saw that you called me and I wanted to know-"

"That was a mistake. I miss-dialed."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Never call me again or I will-"

I hung up. He wasn't worth it.

...

I knew it shouldn't have hurt me this much... but the words stung.

...

I had no idea that in another part of town my father was staring at his phone, unsure of whether or not to call me.

He wanted to- more than anything. He wanted to call me and tell me to come home and that he doesn't care about the fact that I'm gay- but he couldn't.

He was raised to never admit he was wrong.

And so he wouldn't.

FML