A/D: I disclaim, not mine. Disclaimer is for all chapters.

A/W: It's a yaoi fan-fiction so you get the drill. No smut, I don't write that stuff. Oh and fluff, copious amount of fluff. In fact it's so fluffy the clouds have sued me for identity theft. *sigh*

A/N: Oh and I know the assignment is a little 'childish' for a college student or even literature in general but take this leap of faith with me, okay? Sorry for any OOC-ness.

Chapter: 1

I was working on a 'normal' novel as Misaki puts it. The deadline was a week away but that didn't stop Aikawa-san from sending me daily reminders. Misaki was in University right now so the penthouse felt quite empty. Nothing to distract me from working…how boring!

Suddenly, my cell-phone started ringing. It wasn't a number I was familiar with so I was quite content to ignore it. But I got a slight feeling of unease that I usually associate with Misaki getting in trouble and picked it up after the first miscall.

"Usami here"

"Usagi-san, it's me Misaki. Sorry to disturb you-"

"Misaki? Are you all right? Why aren't you calling me from you cell-phone?"

"I'm okay. I think I left my cell-phone back there. Either that or I have lost it. Could you please check in my room if it's there? It should be on the table."

"…Okay"

"Sorry for disturbing you."

I told him that I was getting up for a break anyways. I entered his room, so unlike mine, all clutter-free and tidy. There on his table was his cell.

"Misaki it's here. Do you want me to bring it to you while I come to pick you up?"

"Oh thank God. No, it's all right Usagi-san. I just wanted to know whether I lost it or not. I'll see you later. I have a class in ten minutes."

"See you, take care."

He hanged up with a quick bye. I looked around again. The room was so plain and boring. I couldn't help but be a little smug that my room was the better one. Maybe that's why Misaki hardly ever sleeps here. Or it could be because of some other reasons. Lost in my thought I slammed the door a little harder than I meant to on my way out.

*CRASH*

Oh God, what did I break?

I went inside to inspect any…damages. Thankfully there were none, just a book that had fallen out of the rack. I picked it up; it was a literature book. A sheet of paper fell from it to the floor. It was Hiroki's name that caught my attention.

Assignment for Literature, chapter 12

Student: Takahashi Misaki

Professor: Kamijou Hiroki

Ten things I LOVE:

#Mother, father in Heaven, my elder brother and sister-in-law in Osaka;

#Waking up with his strong arms around my body, his hot breath on my neck and the warm comfort of his body against mine;

#Taking care of him: making him meals, tidying up after him, doing the laundry and generally making sure he is happy and healthy (Really that man can't do anything right except writing);

#To hear him call out my name: 'Misaki' his deep, low voice; 'Misaki' so soft yet manages to penetrate my body and mind and make my heart skip a beat; 'Misaki' the way it's special because he says it;

#To kiss him back, make love with him and do other…activities. Well not all the time but sometimes it's nice to feel him next to me.

#His large, cold hands that ruffle my hair, eyes that can see through my most desperate lies, his necktie which I admit makes him look very sexy;

#His smile: the one that's reserved for rare occasions, the one that melts my heart and makes me forgive him for anything and everything. The real one I'd do anything to see on his face, the one just for me;

#The way he is possessive about me and jealous over anyone I come in contact with. Now, don't get me wrong, it's annoying as hell but a little part of me, the selfish one, can't help but be happy that he loves me enough to care;

#When he says 'I love you' in that soft voice of his. It makes my heart race and I always end up blushing. No matter how many times he says those three little words, it's always like the first time to me: it's special.

#Usagi-san.

There's no way I'm giving this to Kamijou-demon. I better start on another list.

Probably for the first time in my life, I, the Great Lord Usami Akihiko, was speechless. I didn't know what was what, as I stood there holding that piece of paper like my life depended on it and gaping like a fish.

He loves me. He really loves me.

I could have stood there for a minute, an hour or the whole eternity. I just stood there as tears of joy started seeping across my face. Sometimes the happiness wasn't enough to contain in a smile or a peaceful heart; it needed a way out, as tears.

Misaki……

I was startled out of my reverie by the sharp ringing of my cell-phone. It was time to go pick up Misaki from the University.

Misaki……

Only one word registered in my mind. Misaki. I got ready in a daze; I was still on a high from that beautiful piece of writing. I tucked it in my breast pocket and drove to my Misaki.

(In the car)

"Usagi-san, is it just me or you look really happy about something?"

"I'll let you know when we get back."

Indeed I would. And I wouldn't be done anytime soon either.

"Why doesn't that reassure me in the slightest?"

I just smiled one of my 'Misaki' smiles at him. He looked away. I knew he was blushing.