I have no excuses for how long this chapter took me. Just that being an adult sucks and I decided to rewrite the sex scene. But here it finally is! The last chapter. Thanks to everyone who stuck around for the entire story. I hope to write others for Junjou Romantica in the future.

Song: Footsteps – Pop Evil

Chapter 38: Footsteps

After Takahiro left, Misaki went back to cooking. He made us a nice lunch and he even left out the peppers this time. I knew he did it to make me happy and say thank you to me for everything I had done. In reality, I was the one who needed to thank him for everything he had done. There was only one thing I could think of doing in order to truly show him how grateful I was. However, it would have to wait a bit longer.

The rest of the day was spent traveling back and forth, moving all of our stuff back into the penthouse. I tried to hire a moving company to just pick up everything for us, but Misaki insisted that I needed to save my money. He really is always looking after me. How could I ever function without him?

It was slightly awkward seeing Takahiro again when we went to his house to get his brother's stuff. However, he acted normal and even helped Misaki gather up his stuff, which was mostly just clothes, his textbooks, and school supplies. Manami-san made small talk with me over tea in the dining area. I was certain that her husband had told her about what happened. Luckily, she didn't say a word about hurting her brother-in-law or anything like that.

Moving wore us both out. It also didn't help that the best night sleep either of us had gotten in over a month had been last night. So we were both ready for bed as soon as we had finished putting everything away in the penthouse, even though it wasn't that late yet. Just the fact that everything was almost back to normal was a nice relief though.

Again, I went to bed alone, not wanting to push Misaki. I had promised myself to take it slow and I was determined to make things work between us. Not even five minutes after I had laid down, the door creaked open and he snuck in. Just like the night before, he asked for permission to sleep in the same bed as me, which I of course obliged. I didn't hesitate to pull him into my arms this time. He flinched at first, possibly a reflex, but quickly settled his head against my chest. We quickly fell asleep, him listening to my strong, steady heartbeat.

The days passed by and I didn't make any big moves just yet. With everything that had happened, everything that Misaki knew, I didn't think sex would be such a good idea. However, I thought about it every day and I still wrote a boys' love novel. My urges were bottled up inside of me and threatening to burst. I had never been good at containing them before, especially since becoming his lover, but somehow I was surviving.

I still kissed him and held him (innocently) every day. He still blushed and became flustered, especially if I kissed or touched him unexpectedly. However, something about him seemed a bit more open. He wasn't quite as hesitant to come to bed with me and cuddle up to me in bed. He didn't fight quite as much when I kissed him or held him close to me. To a normal person watching, they might think that Misaki hadn't changed at all since before the whole fiasco. But I noticed the small differences, and they truly gave me hope.

Before I knew it, it was our anniversary. Exactly one year ago to that day, I fell in love with him. I had kissed him underneath a streetlight as the snow softly fluttered around us. He had just finished crying his eyes out over something that wasn't his concern. Yet, he felt so much sorrow for me. It was the day that my heart was broken because the one I thought I truly loved announced his plans to get married. However, that feeling of heartbreak was miniscule now compared to the feeling of falling in love with the one I was truly meant to be with.

I thought about finally making my move on that day, but I was still anxious about Misaki's feelings. Part of me was saying it was okay because of everything he had said in those few days when we got back together. Another part of me, a slightly larger part of me, was saying it was not okay. I felt like I would still be too controlling and forceful and I didn't want to be like that anymore, for his sake.

By the time he came home from his part-time job, I was still sitting on the couch contemplating everything. He had finally talked me into not driving him around so much. If it made him feel better about being with me, then so be it. My manuscript was laid out on the coffee table in front of me, but I hadn't actually done any work on it. An empty pack of cigarettes was also on the table, so I knew a lecture was coming.

"Usagi-san, I'm home," he called out as he walked in. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the table. "Usagi-san, what is all this? Have you actually done any work at all?"

"Yes, I've read through it twice now," I lied.

"You liar! There's no markings anywhere!"

"That's because my writing is perfect."

He rolled his eyes and furrowed his brow. "Usagi-san, you really should meet your deadlines! You're the star author of Marukawa! How would your fans react if they knew you were actually the world's biggest procrastinator?" His eyes finally landed on the empty pack of cigarettes. "And you really should stop smoking! Don't you want to live a long, healthy life?"

Back then I would have attacked him, telling him that I was "out of Misaki" and needed to refuel. However, since things were still so strained between us, I just stared at the table, not answering him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was slightly taken aback by my reactions.

"Uhh, I'll go make you some tea!" He ran off into the kitchen and soon came out with a hot mug of tea. "This should help you concentrate, Usagi-san!"

He sat down on the couch on the other side of the coffee table. We sat in silence for several minutes as I took a few sips of my perfect cup of tea. I loved that he knew me so well that he could take care of me like this. Even after everything that had happened. I knew how I wanted to repay him, but I didn't know if he would really like the idea.

"Misaki," I finally said to break the silence. He looked up at me with an unreadable face. "Do you know what today is?"

"Nii-chan's birthday? I already told him happy birthday! And I have a present for him when we see him on Saturday, remember? Did you forget to get a present? I can go shopping with you tomorrow after school since I don't have to work."

I shook my head. "No, it's not just that. Besides, I already have his present and I wished him happy birthday as well." I paused for a moment, debating on whether or not I really should say something. "Do you remember what happened a year ago?"

Misaki was silent for a minute, thinking. "Nii-chan announced his marriage?" His eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, are you still upset about that Usagi-san? That he got married to Manami-nee?"

I could hear the disappointment in his voice very strongly. It surprised me just a little and I couldn't deny it. His face turned red in embarrassment and he hid his eyes behind his hair. He clenched his hands into fists as he jumped up from the couch and started to walk to the stairs.

"Uh, I-I have a lot of homework to do, s-so, goodnight."

Damnit, I fucked up again.

"Misaki, wait!" I cried as I jumped up and gently latched onto his arm. "Hear me out, please." He didn't answer, so I kept talking. "I looked surprised and couldn't answer you because I couldn't believe that you would even think that. I love you, Misaki. Not Takahiro."

His whole body tensed up when I told him I loved him and he turned slightly towards me. His face was still flushed red and he avoided looking into my eyes. I let go of his arm and instead pulled him into a hug. After a few seconds, I felt his hands grasp at the sides of my shirt. His whole body was shaking very lightly.

"Actually, I'm very glad that Takahiro decided to get married. If he hadn't, then maybe we wouldn't have gotten together." He took in a sharp breath, as if he just remembered that it was our anniversary. "One year ago today. Exactly one year ago I fell in love with you."

"Stupid Usagi…" he mumbled into my shirt. "Guys don't think about those kinds of things." Even though he seemed to be protesting my affectionate words and actions, he still held onto me without complaint.

I smirked. "I do. When you love someone this much, it's all you think about, really."

He drew in another quick breath, his arms starting to shake a little harder, but still not releasing me. "S-Stupid Usagi…"

I was at my limit. Without thinking, I lifted up his chin and kissed him deeply while he was still in my arms. His lips were so soft and sweet, almost as addictive as cigarettes. My tongue glided across his, savoring every moment. All the love I harbored for this kid only built up more and more every day I spent with him. The month I spent alone, without him, only made our heartbreaking reunion even sweeter.

All of a sudden, my mind was flooded with nearly every single memory I had: the ones from my childhood with Shouta-san, the ones from my teenage years with Ryuto, the ones from my young adulthood with Takahiro, and the most recent ones with Misaki. I was reminded of every single thing I had done wrong to everyone, but especially the things I had done to Misaki. Even though he said he had forgiven me for everything, I still wasn't fully confident anymore.

I quickly pulled away, leaving us both breathless. His face was flushed and his eyes hazy. He seemed to be wanting more. Normally, I would be pouncing on him and giving him exactly what we both wanted. But now, I couldn't do anything but stop. I even let go of him and turned away.

"Sorry," I said quietly. "You can go finish up your homework now if you'd like."

He let out a small gasp, but I didn't hear him move from his spot. We stood there for a few moments in silence. I wasn't sure what else to say to him, and he obviously didn't know what to say either. Just as I was about to walk away, he grabbed the back of my shirt.

"Um, U-Usagi-san, are you okay?" he asked weakly.

I gulped. "Why do you ask?"

His hand holding onto my shirt was shaking slightly. "Uh, ju-just curious. You don't really… seem like yourself suddenly. L-Like you said you loved me for so long, but then you tell me to go away. I just… I'm sorry."

I finally turned to him, which surprised him a little. He held his arms at his sides and tried to hide his eyes behind his hair. His face was still red with embarrassment and from what I could tell, his eyes were a little teary. Did… did he not want me to stop? Did he really want me to continue?

"Misaki, I just don't want to force you into anything." I grabbed his hands and held them tightly. "After everything that has happened, I'm scared. I don't want to force you and control you anymore, but I'm afraid that's what will happen. And in the back of my mind, I truly believe that you don't want me." I hoped that my complete honesty would cause him to be honest as well. That way, he could finally tell me once and for all if you truly wanted me or not.

If it was possible, his face became even darker. "I-Idiot. Are you still worried about all that? I already forgave you, even though you didn't do anything wrong." His hands were shaking, but he didn't let go of mine. "If I didn't want to be with you… then I wouldn't stay."

All my worries were still there, making me anxious, but the feeling wasn't as strong. His words and his loving actions were making me feel a lot better. I had to let go of all my inhibitions and insecurities if we were ever going to move on. And it had to be soon. Or else I could lose Misaki… again.

Letting go of his hands, I pulled him into a tight hug, tangling my fingers in his thick hair. He quietly sighed and wrapped his arms around me as well. We stood there for a couple minutes, just holding each other. I had never wanted to let him go before, but now that feeling was even stronger.

"Umm, Usagi-san?" He pulled on my sleeve until I looked down at him. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "You can let go now."

I smirked, but didn't let go. "Sorry. Let's go to bed."

His eyes widened and he flinched. "What?!"

Grabbing his hand, I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom. A playful shove was all it took to get him onto the giant bed. He scrambled up and turned to me, most likely to scold me. Before he could speak, I turned on the lights and loosened my tie. I swore I heard an audible gulp from him. He looked so vulnerable sprawled out on the bed, his back twisted to watch my next action.

With a burst of speed, I jumped onto the end of the bed, the springs creaking beneath me. I held my arms out like a bird and flopped onto my belly, my face landing onto a pillow and my arm wrapped around Misaki's back, making him screech. The soft cushion above the springs of the mattress softened my fall.

"What the hell are you doing?" he squeaked. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to jump on the bed?"

I pulled my arms in and turned onto my side to look at him. "I didn't jump on the bed. I fell."

His eyebrow twitched, and his lips pursed up just a tad. "Liar…"

Without another word, I pulled him into my arms once more and held him tight. Thankfully, he didn't complain and just let me snuggle up to him for a few minutes. Unfortunately, after a little while he started to get jittery, like he wanted to get away from me.

"What's wrong?" I whispered into his hair.

"Umm… is, is this it?" he stuttered.

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't going to do… you know. That stuff…?"

It felt like my mind exploded. He was trying to initiate sex! Wasn't he? If so, this was the best thing I could ever ask for. It would honestly make me the happiest man in the world if he could finally admit that he actually loved me and liked being intimate with me. I had never wanted to make love to him as much as I did at that point.

He pulled his head up to look at me. His eyes suddenly widened and his face turned bright red.

"WHAT?! Don't look at me like that! You haven't tried to do anything like that since we moved back. It made me worry! It would make anybody worry, you know?" He paused, but only for a moment, as he quickly realized what he was saying. "Not that I want stuff like that to happen!"

With a smirk, I leaned in close to his face, making him gasp. "Misaki, just be honest with me. Please. It'll make me feel more at ease."

He turned his face slightly so I couldn't look straight at him anymore. "I-Idiot. I can't say something like that…"

Lightly sighing, I rested my forehead against his, feeling his warm breath right at my lips. "Then, will you tell me again that you love me?"

He gulped loudly and his body started to shake in my arms. "I-I can't do that. Besides, you just heard it a while ago!"

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Sh-Shut up!"

"Tell me…"

"W-Well, it's not like I hate you!"

I could help but chuckle at the adorable young man in my arms. Perhaps I was being just a bit too pushy. After all, I had decided that the night we finally made love again, it would be all about him. I was determined to make him feel as comfortable and as pleasured as possibly. If this didn't show him how grateful I was for him, then I didn't know what else I could do, since writing and sex are basically the only things in life that I'm good at.

Lowering my head closer to his face, I breathed lightly up against his lips. "So, shall we?" He immediately turned his head to get away from me, clenching his eyes shut tightly. "You don't want to?"

He turned his head back, eyes now half lidded. "I-It's not that I d-don't want to…"

I smirked. "Well, that's a start."

My lips latched onto his and he let out a low moan, which went straight to my groin. It had been way too long and I was practically ready to pounce with just one kiss. I kept placing soft, sweet kisses on his lips and a few on his jawline. His heart was beating rapidly, just as mine was. A gentle nibble on his bottom lip was all he took for him to open his mouth in a gasp. I took that opportunity to gently slide my tongue into his mouth. He tasted so sweet it was almost unbearable.

It wasn't that we hadn't kissed since I came back. It was just that we hadn't been this intimate as often. And hopefully we would get even closer tonight as well. It had been about two months since we had been connected like that. And I could help but feel like the last time we were I was way too rough on him. Tonight, it would be different.

"Misaki," I let out a husky breath when we finally pulled away for air.

"Usagi-san," he panted. His face was flushed and his eyes held a very appealing look in them. Lust, perhaps?

I kissed him on the lips once more before kissing his cheek, his neck, the side of his jawline, and then finally came to his left ear. His ears were actually quite sensitive, so I took the opportunity to nibble and suck on his earlobe. He let out another gentle moan, causing me to react by lifting his shirt and grazing his belly with my cool fingertips. This time, a sweeter moan left his mouth.

"Misaki."

His name was like a mantra to me that I couldn't stop repeating. Those syllables brought so much joy in my heart that I never knew I was capable of feeling. The more I said his name, the more I fell in love with him. He seemed to be enjoying the breathy moans of his name as well as he writhed beneath me.

I let go of his ear and trailed kisses back to his mouth. Our tongues collided once again and I became aware of just how aroused I was becoming. My hand wandered farther up his shirt until I reached his soft nipples. They weren't soft for very long as they quickly became erect under my fingertips.

He gasped and pulled his mouth away. "Usagi-san!"

His eyes remained tightly shut as I pinched and rubbed the hard buds on his chest. He clenched the bedsheets tightly in his hands and moaned my name again. I licked my lips and quickly pulled his shirt completely up to expose his chest. I knew for a fact that he enjoyed my mouth on his nipples, so I did just that. My tongue rolled around one of his hard buds, making him cry out. He wrapped his arms around the back of my head and held onto my hair.

"Mm, you're really feeling it today, Misaki," I said as I pulled away slightly.

"Nngh, no! Not!" he groaned out as I began licking his other nipple.

I chuckled and lightly bit down, just to tease him. He let out another breathy moan, his fingers curling deeper into my hair. Pulling away, I positioned myself higher so that he could feel just how hard I was. To my surprise, I felt his hardness pressing against mine as well. With a smirk, I bent down to kiss his lips again, rubbing our lengths together through our clothes. All my restraint had disappeared and I quickly unzipped his pants. He gasped and turned his head away, eyes tightly shut.

"Misaki, look at me," I begged as I palmed his erection through his boxers.

His body quivered, but he shyly obeyed me and turned his head back. He opened his eyes slightly then quickly shut them completely again. His face became even more red with embarrassment. It was entirely too adorable. I wanted to see that look every day for the rest of my life.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, I pulled those down along with his jeans. With his hard length exposed, I gently wrapped my fingers around the base and gave him a quick jerk. His head shot back deep into the pillow and he covered his face with his hands. I continued to gently stroke him, wanting to hear his sweet moans, even if they were muffled by his hands. A bead of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, which I greedily licked up with my tongue, enjoying the bitter sweetness that I hadn't tasted in so long.

"Ahhh, nngh!" he choked out loudly.

More pants and moans escaped from the boy as I licked his member and took the whole thing into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down on his length, I could feel his whole body shaking beneath me. I peered up at his face to see his eyes open, staring at me. He quickly shut his eyes again, pretending that they were closed the entire time. I let out a half moan, half laugh, making him shiver.

"Hahhh, no, stop!" he panted after a few minutes.

I could tell that he was nearing his release by the way his cock was throbbing and his legs were shaking. Normally, I would not comply, letting him feel the pleasure and ejaculate. But now, he was running the show, even if he didn't realize this.

I pulled my mouth off of him and looked at his face. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down after being so close to orgasm. He finally pulled his hands away from his face and opened his eyes again in surprise. They were filled with unshed tears of pleasure.

"Wh-What?"

"You told me to stop."

"But you never stop!" he cried as he sat up.

I leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Tonight, I'm doing whatever you want, Misaki."

His cheeks flared up in a blush before he scowled at me. "What is this? Some kind of perverted game?"

"If that's what you'd like it to be." With a wicked grin, I leaned forward and nipped at his ear, making him cry out. "Shall I continue then?"

"You i-idiot! Just hurry up!"

Obeying his command, I quickly pulled his pants and boxers off of his legs completely so I could open him up more. As I was doing that, he pulled his shirt off over his head. A low groan escaped my throat. He was undressing… for me. How painfully erotic. Especially after so long without having sex with him. The air around us was so heated that I had to unbutton my own shirt to try to cool down.

Believing that he would enjoy the surprise I had for him, I reached over into the top drawer of my nightstand beside the bed. He watched in questioning as I skillfully hid the surprise behind my back. Before he could ask what it was, I lifted his legs and placed them over my lap. He let out a soft yelp as I pulled him closer. His cock was still swollen, probably painful since I didn't let him cum.

"What are you doing? What did you pull out of the drawer?"

I leaned down close to his face. "Shh." I pecked him quickly on the lips. "You'll see. I promise you'll like it."

He ground his teeth together. "P-Pervert!"

"Just trust me." I opened his legs wider before pulling a tube of lube out from behind my back. "It'll make you feel really good."

His eyes widened as I squirted a dollop onto two fingers. "No, that's dirty!" he cried out.

I shook my head. "It's not dirty. It'll make you feel good and hopefully you won't feel any pain."

He looked hesitant, but he didn't refuse anymore. Once my fingers were close to his entrance, he tightly shut his eyes, probably in embarrassment. I smeared the thick substance around before slowly pressing my index finger into him. The lube made things much easier and quite slippery. Misaki's eyes snapped open once my finger was inside.

"Wh-What is that?!" he cried out again.

"Shh." I palmed his length in an effort to calm him down. "It's just my finger. The lube will make sex much more pleasurable. Is it getting warm?"

He bit his lips and nodded before closing his eyes again. Since there weren't any more protests, I slid my finger in and out of his hole, making sure to rub just where he liked it most. A small squeak left his lips before he grabbed a pillow lying next to him and held it over his face.

"Don't do that," I said huskily as I leaned down towards him again. "I want to see your face."

"You've already seen – nngh!"

I interrupted him by pressing another slick finger into him. He didn't seem as tight thanks to the lube, but I still wanted to prepare him properly. After all, it had been quite a long time. My slick fingers desperately searched for the right spot inside of him. Suddenly, his body tensed up and he pressed the pillow tighter to his face. Found it. Unfortunately, the pillow was keeping him from crying out and I so badly wanted to hear his sweet moans.

With my fingers still pumping in and out of him, I leaned down and pulled the pillow off of his face with my free hand. His face was completely flushed but he looked like he was really feeling it. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him hard. He moaned into my mouth as I kept rubbing that sweet spot inside of him. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me and let out an extremely sexy cry.

"U-Usagi-san! I'm gonna – "

"Then cum."

With one last thrust of my fingers, his face contorted in sheer bliss. A strangled moan left his mouth that nearly made me climax as well. Spurts of cum erupted from his mostly ignored cock and coated his belly. His whole body was shaking afterwards and he breathed a sweet sigh of relief.

I didn't bother waiting any longer. After that beautiful display, I knew it was impossible for me to hold back. It was amazing I even lasted this long.

I quickly threw my shirt off to the side of the room and unbuttoned my pants. It was way too hot to keep any clothes on so I threw the rest of them next to my shirt. Misaki looked up at me in awe as I poured some more lube on my hand. It immediately became warm as I coated my cock in it. I let out a soft groan. This stuff was phenomenal.

"I'm going to enter you now, Misaki," I said breathlessly.

He was too stunned to speak, so I quickly opened his legs further and lined myself up with his entrance. I slid in a bit easier than usual, but the truly magical part was how hot it was inside. I wasn't sure if it was the lube or just the fact that I was finally making love to him again after so long. He yelped out a sexy moan and gripped the bedsheets beneath him. Once I was all the way in, I leaned down and licked some of the cum off his belly.

He shivered. "No, that's dirty!" His voice was quiet.

"It's not dirty."

I placed kisses on his neck and jawline while I let him adjust to my length. I stared at his face, trying to judge how good it felt to him. He didn't dare look me in the eyes, not even when I lightly nibbled on his collarbone.

"Look at me," I breathed before kissing him deeply. "Please, Misaki. Look at me."

Even though he was embarrassed, he turned his gaze to me and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes were still full of lust and he looked like he was feeling really good. My hips were burning, wanting so badly to thrust.

"H-Hurry," he whispered, not turning away from me.

The last of my restraint snapped and I began to thrust in and out of him. He was squeezing around my cock so tightly, but the lube was making it so much easier. His moans were loud and he couldn't stop them, even when he tried to hold his hands over his mouth. I gently grabbed his legs and held them up higher, allowing me to go deeper in order to hit his prostate.

"Ahh, nngh!"

He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck. It was surprising that he would do that on his own, especially during sex, but it made me so happy. I started thrusting faster as I strained to lean down further to kiss him again. His tongue was so hot against mine. I pulled away, breathing heavily, trying to hold out for a bit longer. It felt so good and I wanted this moment to last forever.

Misaki's cock was hard again, leaking against his still covered belly. I reached down and took his length in my hand. He gasped as I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts. His fingers curled tightly in my hair as he moaned.

"Misaki. Hah. You're so cute."

He gritted his teeth to hold back another moan. He opened his mouth as if he was going to refute it, but all that came out was a high pitched moan. Embarrassed, he buried his face in my shoulder.

The end was rapidly approaching and there was nothing I could do about it. I was ready to explode and I'm sure he was too. I let go of his legs and placed my hands next to his head. My hips snapped so fast that my rhythm became random and unskilled. He didn't seem to care however. His grip didn't loosen and he kept moaning in pleasure.

"M-Misaki," I groaned. "I'm cumming."

With a few final thrusts of my hips and strokes of my hand on his length, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. He clenched around my cock so hard that my climax felt even better than usual. He pulsated around my hand, but I didn't see him cum. My eyes were shut so tightly from the pleasure that had shot through me. It felt like it lasted so long.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. Misaki was also breathing heavily, pleasure written all over his face. His belly was coated in even more of his own essence. His arms were still wrapped around my neck. I didn't notice when we came, but the back of my head felt very sensitive. He must have pulled on my hair involuntarily when he came. It made me feel satisfied that I was able to make him feel so good.

I rolled off of him and laid down on the bed beside him, sighing in relief. After a few moments of calming down, I carried him to the bathroom to clean off by taking a hot shower together. Once we were done, he laid back down on the bed with me, even though I didn't ask him too. It made me feel good.

"You're so cute," I repeated as I ruffled his still wet hair.

"Idiot. Men don't like to be called cute." He wasn't blushing when he said this.

"Handsome then." I kissed him quick on the lips. "Charming." Another kiss. "Ravishing."

This made him blush. "I-Idiot."

He laid his head against my shoulder and quickly drifted to sleep. With a huge smile on my face, I also began to drift asleep. Things were back to normal. Actually, they were better than normal. All the insecurity and anxiety I used to feel were gone. I was beginning to understand my lover more and more. I was confident, for now, that he loved me and wanted to be with me for a long time.

I knew that with Misaki by my side, life would be almost perfect.

For the first time in years, I felt free.

I no longer felt held down by my demons, all thanks to him.

Extra songs that I thought would have fit the story but didn't make the cut:

Forget to Remember – Mudvayne

Goodbye Agony – Black Veil Brides

Moving On – Asking Alexandria

The Truth – Seether

Little Monster – Royal Blood

Demons – Imagine Dragons

Asking Too Much – All That Remains

Awake – Ra

Through It All – From Ashes to New

Without You – Breaking Benjamin