Disclaimer: All characters are the possessions of the brilliant Takanaga Hinak!

I've based the fanfic roughly some time after Senpai and Morinaga move in together, since the manga has progressed since this, there will be some slight changes to the story line, but nothing major!

Hopefully most of the details are right, if not then please tell me!

And -just to clarify- I decided to refer to Senpai as Souichi when writing from his perspective, since that is his actual name, and it's mostly just Morinaga who calls him Senpai in the manga.

Chapter one

Souichi Tatsumi scowled at the morning light as he stalked out of his room, he'd been up almost all of the night finishing a research piece, and it had done nothing for his mood. He grabbed at his coffee with a particularly dark look, hoping to communicate to Morinaga, who was bouncing around the kitchen with far more energy than should be allowed, that he was not to be provoked in the slightest.

No such luck of course. "Seeeeenpai," the moron cooed with a ridiculously happy expression, trying to engulf him with his arms. "ARGH!" Souichi roared, as he detached the younger man with a fist to the jaw.

"Wha…Senpai?" Morinaga gasped, looking at him with a kicked-puppy expression, "What's wrong?"

'YOU! YOU'RE WHAT'S WRONG!" Souichi glared at the other man. There were moments when he seriously doubted the functioning of his mind for allowing him to move in with such an impulsive idiot. Not that he'd actually agreed of his own accord of course, it had just sort of happened, like everything else that damn Morinaga decided to make him do. He knew that he should really just pop that delusional man's bubble once and for all and move out, he'd always meant to at some point. But with all the effort involved, it never seemed to be the right time to get around to actually doing it…. And at least the man was a decent cook.

Said man was currently watching him cautiously from across the table, sort of as though he were a dangerous animal that needed to be tamed. Souichi narrowed his eyes at Morinaga, willing him to come to the sudden, and very belated, realization that he was indeed a terrifying man, and not to be messed with, especially not in that way.

"Umm, do you want some breakfast Senpai?" Morinaga asked after a pause, "I just made some." "Hmm, yeah ok." Souichi conceded with a shrug. He never felt particularly guilty allowing Morinaga to cook for him, after all the man really was good at it, too good for a guy, and in addition it really was the least he could do, considering all the terrible things Souichi kept forgiving him for. In a couple of bounds Morinaga had grabbed him his breakfast and set it before him, giving Souichi a dazzling smile as he did so, as thought there was honestly nothing in the world he'd rather be doing. Ergh, too dazzling, Souichi though, staring down at his plate, why on earth couldn't that boy just find some nice girl who'd actually appreciate him to be happy with.

…...

Morinaga watched Senpai balefully from across the table, he'd become so jumpy recently, and just when it had seemed that he'd started to grow accustomed to their relationship, if he was even allowed to call it that. These days it rarely took more than a simple touch to send Senpai into a violent fit of rage, and of course the increased proximity could only be guaranteed to make him infinitely more desirable. Even now, with dark hollows around his eyes and a fierce scowl, Senpai looked delectable; long strands of his silver hair had escaped from his ponytail and were tangled across his face, framing his angular cheekbones, and half obscuring his eyes. Which really was a pity, Morinaga mused…

Senpai raised a hand to brush the hair from his face, and Morinaga jumped when he realized those eyes were currently glowering at him with a degree of murderous intensity that Senpai tended to reserve just for him. "What are you looking at?" Senpai howled, banging a fist against the table for emphasis.

But the intended menacing effect was severely dampened by the flush that had crept onto Senpai's face. Morinaga felt his heart speed up alarmingly as he held the other mans gaze, damn, his body really was out of control.

"Errr….." the wisest course of action would be to protest "nothing" and look away, or perhaps flee from the room. But Senpai was blushing, how could any human be expected to look away from a sight like that? He felt like a fog had flooded through his brain as he continued to stare helplessly into the eyes of Senpai, who unfortunately appeared to have reached the end of his rather short fuse. Twisting his face into a menacing expression the man leaned across the table, and drew back a hand to administer his standard one-punch remedy.

Luckily for Morinaga's face some deeply buried survival instinct kicked in at this point, he shot out a hand and caught Senpai's fist, curling his fingers around it tightly. "Hey," Senpai huffed, trying to tug his hand free. Morinaga smirked internally as he hung on to it resolutely; poor Senpai never seemed able to quite grasp the fact that physically, he was the weaker out of the two of them.

"Senpai…." He murmured, as he brushed his fingertips across the back of Senpai's hand. "Please let me hold you." The older man's eyes widened at sheer audacity of this request, and for a moment he seemed to flounder for an appropriate response, "Ahhh," he gasped.

Morinaga's heat pounded in victory and he leaned in, tentatively reaching towards Senpai with his other hand, and ghosting it across the side of his face. Senpai's skin felt warm, and his eyes were round with shock, Morinaga pressed his lips against the man's jaw, and heard him exhale a little gasp of breath.

Then Senpai seemed to realize what was happening, his cheeks flamed red and he wrenched his hand back so forcefully that Morinaga was sent crashing to the floor. "Ouch, Senpai! That hurt." Morinaga gasped.

"Just leave me alone, why can't you?" Senpai spat, his voice bitter. Morinaga flinched slightly and watched, taken aback, as the man wrenched himself up from the table. "Sorry….." Morinaga mumbled to his retreating back, but Senpai ignored him as he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the front door.

Morinaga slumped, the sound of the front door's slam resounding in his ears, was he really being so unreasonable? It wasn't as though he was acting without precedent, they'd had sex, multiple times, and Senpai had implied on numerous occasions that he really did care about him. He'd even managed to make the notoriously callus man cry when he'd disappeared for a month, and that time in the fire, an accomplishment he would previously have considered to be impossible for anyone, except maybe Tomoe. Morinaga liked to think that this put them on a level well above that of friends, but unfortunately he couldn't say with any degree of certainty that Senpai would agree.

When they first moved in together, Morinaga had assumed that this signaled a new stage in their relationship, one where he'd actually be allowed to touch Senpai casually, and frequently, and preferably without the risk of being beaten to within an inch of his life in the process. He smiled wryly to himself at such excessive optimism; their relationship really was of the 'one step forward, two steps back' variety, with Senpai fighting him furiously all the way. Still, what could he do? After five years of infatuation the notion of him giving up, or leaving Senpai, was genuinely absurd.

With a sigh Morinaga pulled himself up, and headed to his room to get ready for what was sure to be a long day, cringing under Senpai's glares, at university...