Just looking at Takumi over the past few days, Misu wasn't surprised when he came back to the room and his roommate wasn't there. And that was plenty fine with him. He'd been looking for an excuse to have the room to himself. He stepped in and stepped back out, back up to the third floor.

"Misu-kun?" The second-year was insignificant when over his shoulder, he saw Shingyouji.

"Good Evening, Raekino-san. If you'll excuse me..." It was graceful how Misu stepped around Raekino and hoisted Shingyouji from his chair, out of the room.

Back in 270, the door wasn't closed two seconds when Shingyouji was pushed up against it. "Arata-san?"

"Where is my manga, Shingyouji?" Misu whispered in his ear. Shingyouji looked at him and then over his own shoulder, saw mess of books he had created earlier.

"Arata-san...I"

"I thought I told you, I don't want you hanging around Hayama." He leaned closer and it thrilled him to see Shingyouji hide in his shoulders. "I don't like it."

"Arata-san..."

Shingyouji didn't have a chance to defend himself – to say he only spent time with Hayama for the chance to see Misu. Because Mise had taken his head and pulled their lips together, nice and eeply. The kiss caught Shingyouji off-guard and Misu caught him by the waist when his knees began to buckle.

Shingyouji held tight to Misu's shirt, trying to match the desire he felt inside. Misu moved him away from the door, going clumsily to the bed. Misu towered over him, never giving him a moments' breath.

It's when he feels Misu's hand beneath his shirt that the spell was broken. Shingyouji's grip on hi chest turned into a hand, pushing Misu back. "Arata-san...what if Hayama-san walks in?"

Misu's smile widened and he stole Shingyouji's breath away with another kiss. "You think I would start something like this when someone could just waltz in and see what's mine?" He ran a hand over Shingyouji's cheek, letting it travel down to his collar.

Shingyoji was about to ask for Misu to just answer him already – to stop disracting hm – but, of course, Misu had other plans. Plans involving devouring Shingyouji with bites that both pained and thrilled him. He didn't try to hold back the moan and he didn't miss the smile across Misu's lips, digging into his neck.

"Hayama's spending the night with Saki." Misu finally did explain. "He won't be back anytime soon." Shingyouji's grasp on Misu tightened even more as those lips traveled upwards. And just below his jaw, he spoke again. "And I need someone here when they check for curfew." And Misu cemented the deal with a bite to his lobe. Shngyouji stopped just shy of a scream, pleasure rushing through his skin.

But even through that pleasure, Shingyouji had to push them apart. "Arata-san...I'm not...I mean, I don't think I can..."

There was one last kiss between them to silence Shingyouji. "Who said we would be doing anything? I just wanted to spend the night with somebody special – like Hayama is."

With the goosebumps rushing over his body, Shingyouji let himself go. Misu continued on his mission to leave Shingyouji a moaning mess, with only enough brain power left for a few choice words.

"Suki desu, Arata-san."