Canon: Remove if not applicable.Hokuto was not impressed with the obvious sexual tension between his own old man and Shishido. He could understand his old man’s reluctance to pursue anything with the other man because Hokuto had similar feelings of his own; the principal was worried that it would be abuse of power if he asked Shishido out, like, what if Shishido only said yes because he didn’t want to get fired or something.
Hokuto understood that feeling because he was the vice principal and he liked another member of the school staff but seriously. It was obvious that Shishido was into Akito.
Eventually a ghost could have enough of their dad’s wallowing and would elbow said dad in the back when he (for the ten millionth time or something) caught him staring after Shishido.
“Stop waffling and ask him out already or I’ll disown you,” he grumbled at his startled old man. Akito shook his head, “Neither I nor you can do that.”
“Yeah you’re right,” Hokuto opened the window to the principal’s office and leaned against the windowpane. There, he leaned into an air pocket and lit a cigarette. “You obviously won’t ever disown me and I won’t ever ask Shishido-san out. Other way ‘round’s totally an option though.”
Akito leaned close to Hokuto, into his air bubble, a longing that he couldn’t hide in his eyes and a protest on his lips. “Nuh-uh, not possible, I could never.”
Hokuto blew out a cloud of smoke in his dad’s face, and Akito coughed. But it wasn’t like spirits could get lung cancer or whatever; they got their own brand of diseases, but tobacco was zero percent harmful to the dead. Akito pulled back. “Yes you could, he likes you back, you’re just so caught up in repressing your own emotions that you get blind to it.”
Akito’s “no” was let out as a whine of denial and confusion. Hokuto sighed. “Get over yourself, moron old man. You’re not some scary shit that Shishido-san wouldn’t punch in the face if you did something he didn’t want. You might be the principal but you’re way too much bubblegum or whatever to be actually scary.”
“Bubblegum...” Akito muttered to himself. He bit into the lollipop in his mouth and made a sour face. It probably tasted like Hokuto’s cigarette smoke for a bit there. “I’m not bubblegum, child.”
Hokuto huffed at the annoyance that was his father. “Don’t get hung up on the unimportant bits. Go get laid already.”
“Hokutooo!” Akito protested. “Don’t say things like that!”
“I’ll say ‘em however much I like. Listen to advice sometimes. You know I wouldn’t say this if I wasn’t sure.”
“But—”
“Dad.” Hokuto eyed Akito with a serious expression on his face. “I’m serious, he likes you, he just, you know, thinks you’re not over mom enough yet because you’re wearing a ring even though rings were after our time and guys don’t wear rings most of the time anyway. Also he’s a blind idiot just like you.”
“Hokuto-kun, don’t call people blind idiots.”
“Call ‘em as I see ‘em, old man. Your wallowing is annoying and if you don’t grow a pair,” he ignored Akito mumbling grow a pair... (Akito had once when Hokuto said that asked what exactly he was supposed to grow a pair of and Hokuto’s response had been, I don’t know, boobs or tongues or something, which had not amused Akito), “I’ll hook up a situation where you got no choice but to tell him.”
“You’re the cruelest son ever,” Akito stated with a pout that did nothing to dissuade Hokuto.
“Yep, I’m the number one on the Charts of Evil, I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” He leaned out of the window. Yeah, he could totally cheat and go down the outside of the building instead of using the stairs. Not that anyone couldn’t, since, well, water. He turned back to Akito and pointed his fingers at his eyes and then at Akito in the typical ‘I’ll be watching you’ sign. “End of the month dad.” And that was his parting greeting as he left Akito’s office.