"Usagi-san, I'm home!" Misaki called into the wastefully spacious penthouse. He dropped his backpack and books by the door and slid his arms out of his jacket before plopping down on the couch. It had been a rough day at school, he was glad to be home. But where was his bunny? He looked around before shrugging it off as overtime at work, and took a few more moments to rest on the couch until he stood up and started on dinner. Feeling generous, he decided to make Akihiko's favorite; chazuke. It was simple and delicious. He wasn't far into his culinary task when the worn out author slumped through the front door.

"Welcome ho-" The flower turned his head to greet the author with a smile, but it quickly turned upside down when he noticed that a cancer stick was hanging loosely from his mouth. He stared for a moment before his lips pouted, and he reached over to turn off the burner. He untied his apron with more force than necessary and tossed it aside before approaching the silver-haired man.

"What are you doing?" Misaki asked.

"Sorry for being late," the man replied, not seeming to sense the other's distress, "but you know how Aikawa can be. She was completely-"

"Not that." With one hand on his hip, the other hand found its way mid-air to point at the cigar sticking from Akihiko's mouth. "That."

The author was silent for a moment, the only movement coming from him a single blink. His eyes averted as much as they could towards the cigarette, then back at his young lover. "Is this a trick question?"

With a huff, Misaki proceeded to grab the stick with two fingers and hold it in front of the author's face. "Usagi-san, I thought I asked you to stop doing this."

Akihiko rubbed the back of his head nervously before answering, "well. . . I said I would be willing to stop. . . you know, if I was able. I didn't exactly say that I would."

"Unbelievable!" The teen cried before throwing his fists to his sides, his green orbs full of anger. "You know what I meant, Usagi! I'm serious! I don't want you doing this anymore!"

"Misaki, calm down," the man shushed him, placing his large hands on the student's shoulders. "I know you don't like it, but I can't change. Believe me I tried once before, and I couldn't do it."

"So you're perfectly fine with dwindling your chances of survival just, just so you can relieve a little stress? What stress? You're filthy rich, your family hasn't bothered us for months, you're super famous and have all these adoring fans who love you, and me, too... I love you, Usagi-san. But I hate that you smoke. Please, stop. For me. I'll never ask anything out of you again for as long as I live, but please, stop smoking."

Akihiko was stumped at the confession. His heart pounded joyfully at Misaki's genuine concern, but at the same time, wrenched painfully at the knowledge that by continuing to smoke, he was hurting his small lover. He would give anything to make the teen happy, even if it included throwing away a part of him. He he had known for years that he shouldn't smoke, but never had any motivation to quit. Maybe some good could come from this. He could only hope that nothing would go wrong.

"I'll try, Misaki, but. . . I don't think I can do it alone."

Calmer now, the flower reached up to place his hand on the man's cheek. "I'll help you. From now on, for every cigarette you smoke, no sex for a week."

Akihiko's mouth dropped. "How is that helping?!"

"Discipline. It helps on the inside," Misaki said with a sly smile before returning to the stove to continue making dinner.

Get ready for some upcoming lemon, guys! :33 Won't be my first time writing, but posting, yeah.

And I mean love-filled lemon. Not raep. Lolol.

alloftheotherpenamesweretaken: Thanks! I don't think this counts as 'soon' but I've definitely been more attentive to my stories lately and I plan to keep it up. Glad you're enjoying it!

Guest: Thanks, I was aiming for adorable! Glad I was able to achieve that goal. :3

TBC

-Tiny