AN/ hellooooo everyone! This story came up with me and a friend watching this series together recently and talking about various things to do with this couple, such as how sad it is when they argue and how cool Nowaki was when he almost punched Miyagi's lights out for touching his hiro-San XD so we came up with this plot line and I was begged to write it

Hiroki had never been all that popular in the field of romance and he had absolutely no illusions about this. All his life he had known he wasn't the most attractive guy in the world, not to mention his personality left much to be desired. During his youth it had caused him much emotional distress, especially with the added insecurities brought on by his unrequited feelings for his childhood friend weighing down on his self image. Though after his meeting and falling for his lover, Nowaki, all those unsure feelings had been pushed to the back of his mind and despite them returning in moments of weakness, he was relatively at ease. Nonetheless he knew he was anything but the type of guy people gave a second look at, that's why the happenings of that morning had seemed so utterly baffling to say the least.

It was seven am when Hiroki reached his office on that mid winter morning. He was in an all round bad mood, having had rushed from the house without breakfast after a minor, but still stressful, argument with Nokwaki in order to make an early start at work. It had been a stupid argument anyway. One that really just simply shouldn't have happened to begin with.

~~As always, it seemed that lately Hiroki had hardly gotten the chance to spend so much as an evening with Nowaki due to their conflicting schedules. Despite the fact that they still got along perfectly well, nothing scared Hiroki as much as the thought of them growing apart and Nowaki falling out of love in their long periods of hardly even talking. That's why Hiroki had decided to ditch his pride for the night and organise a romantic night for the two of them. Nowaki had told Hiroki to expect him home by nine so the older had planned the perfect scene for his lover to return to.

Thus, Hiroki stood at the stove, preparing Nowaki's favourite meal so that it would be hot when he returned, as he would at any minute. It was almost turning over to nine o'clock at that time. Hiroki couldn't help feeling slightly nervous. He had dressed nice and styled his hair special for the occasion and he had cleaned the house spotless as well as having set up a romantic dining area complete with all the good silverware and the lacy white table cloth. He had even dimmed the light. It was exactly the kind of thing that Nowaki loved, so he hoped he would arrive home and smile that big, childishly happy smile and as long as Hiroki could handle the embarrassment, he would tell his lover he loves him and give him a kiss. Then they would sit and eat and talk about whatever they felt like. Nowaki would say something sweet and grateful like always and Hiroki would tell him he was glad. They would go to bed and spend the rest of the night together.

Hiroki blushed brightly as he took the food off the heat and covered it so it would retain it's warmth. He knew he would have to swallow his pride for this night to go as planned, but tonight was for Nowaki. Anyway, he could be romantic every now and again, as long as it was for Nowaki.

Hiroki sat at the table and stared at the door, anxiously waiting for Nowaki's face to appear in that threshold. He had hardly noticed how excited he actually was until that moment but now it was almost too much to handle. Most of all he just wanted to see that perfect, beautiful smile that no one but Nowaki could pull off so spectacularly. Hiroki couldn't help but smile lightly at the image in his mind. He really did love Nowaki.

Time past slowly and the door had yet to open to reveal Nowaki. Hiroki had no idea how long it had been but he refused to believe Nowaki was late, instead he told himself his nerves were just making time pass slower. He even avoided looking at the clock out of fear of crushing his delusions. However, he still found himself worrying. What if something had happened to him on his way home and he was sitting there worrying about dinner getting cold? He sighed and put his head down on the table, trying to ignore all of the negative thoughts bombarding him. It wasn't long until he drifted out of consciousness at the table he had set.

A familiar creaking sound is what finally woke him. Hiroki's eyes fluttered open, finding it was already morning and now looking for the source of the sound that had woken him. He straightened and was met with the sight of Nowaki discretely trying to remove his shoes at the front door. Hiroki couldn't believe it. He had waited all night and Nowaki was just now getting in? Had he even bothered to tell him he'd be late? No!

Nowaki, having removed his shoes, turned to see Hiroki staring at him from the table.

"Oh, Hiro-San, you're up early." He walked closer with a slight frown. "Are you okay? You didn't fall asleep in a weird place again, did you?"

Hiroki gritted his teeth and shot up, glaring angrily at the new arrival. "No! No, I'm not okay!" He yelled angrily, taking Nowaki by surprise. "How could you stay out all night without a single word to me? Don't I deserve to know these kinds of things!?"

Nowaki reached out a calming hand towards Hiroki with concern. "I'm sorry, I was-" He was interrupted when Hiroki slapped away the comforting hand and pushed past the other man.

"I don't want to hear it! Obviously I'm not a big enough part of your life anymore for you to consider me worthy enough of knowing where you are. For all I knew you'd been killed on the way home, but who cares if I'm worried right!?" Hiroki raged as he gathered his work supplies and stuffed them in his bag.

"I do care! Please just calm down for a moment and I can explain." Nowaki all but pleaded as he followed the fuming Hiroki around the house.

" I said I didn't want to hear it! I tried to do something nice and you stand me up, again. I'm done with explanations right now! I'm leaving!"

"Leaving? Hiro-San, please wait! We can talk this out."

Hiroki stomped over to the door. "We can talk later, I'm way too pissed right now." He growled as he opened the door and turned back briefly. "Oh, yeah, I made you dinner. It's cold now but heat it up and it will be just fine." He stepped out, slamming the door behind him and demanding that Nowaki not follow. He then hurried away from the house as the familiar feeling of anger turning to hurt began to overtake him and cause his eyes to feel moist. God, he was such a child.~~

Hiroki sighed to himself as he sat at his desk. He hated fighting with Nowaki and he knew it was mostly his fault for loosing his temper, but he couldn't help getting mad some times. It hurt when he thought that Nowaki didn't deem it important to keep him up to date. He didn't seem to care if Hiroki spent the whole night waiting for him, worrying about if something had happened. He didn't really blame the guy, he knew that he most likely had a very good reason and already felt guilty as it was. All Hiroki ever managed to do was make things worse for Hiroki with his outbursts.

Shaking his head, Hiroki tried to focus his mind on his work. He pulled out his laptop and began clearing a spot at his desk. He pushed away a pile of books absentmindedly, accidentally causing them to topple off the edge of the desk. He let out a low groan of annoyance as he stood from his seat and knelt before the fallen books, picking them up one by one and re-stacking them atop the desk. He retrieved the last book but as he did so, he spotted something lying just beneath it. A small, royal blue envelope with gold trims lying face down on the ground. It must have been left on the stack of books, Hiroki had just failed to see it earlier. Curiously, he took up the envelope and flipped over to its front. Written in beautiful cursive across the top of the envelope was just one phrase, and that was;

"Dearest Kamijou" Hiroki read out loud, looking down at it with a puzzled expression. He couldn't think of anyone who would leave him something like this. The word 'dearest' made him think instantly of Nowaki, but Nowaki would never call him by Kamijou. Not to mention his lovers hand writing was completely different to this

Cautiously, he to opened the unsealed envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper matching the same beautiful blue as it's packaging it had come from. He stared down at the page of writings for a moment and began reading it carefully, curious as to what it was.

"Dearest Kamijou

Please do pardon me as I take this whim on which I live to send to you my strongest affections. All but every day I gaze upon your you porcelain skin and I am reminded of the finest beauties of this world. Your chestnut hair and cinnamon eyes make my heart flutter in my chest as if it were about to burst in the presence of your perfection. It is a cruelty that I am forced to whiteness the object of my devotion so close yet so far from my heart, which beats solely for you. Can you not feel the fire of my desire? Can you not hear my heart pound in need of your attention? When you're eyes just so happen to pass my way, though I know it is not me you are seeing, I can't abandon the hope that maybe just once you have noticed my longing gaze and perhaps spared a thought just for me. If that were truth I could truly die a happy man. This love I hold weighs me down. It is so heavy I fear I can not keep my head above water for much longer. My only hope is that you can accept this love and free me of this burden. You are my one and only so please hear these words of love and never forget the flame I carry for you, so that one day I could possibly hold you in my arms and be the one you call your true love.

With love, your secret admirer"

By the end of the letter, Hirokis face was heated with a deep flush as he tried to process all he had just read. Secret admires didn't really exist, right? They were just something seen in movies and books. People didn't really receive anonymous romantic letters, did they? Hiroki hadn't thought so, yet there he was, kneeling on the ground, a written confession of love held in is hands, without a single clue as to who it could possibly be from. The only thing he knew was whoever it was had referred to themself as a man, and that they were most likely from this school. Somehow, Hiroki found himself chewing on his lip, tring to think of the best way in which to approach such an unheard of situation. He couldn't return this persons feelings. Nowaki was the only person he could see himself loving for the rest of his life, but there was no way of letting the sender down gently if he didn't know who it was from.

He shoved the letter back in its envelope and tucked it inside his bag. He didn't have the mental ability to deal with this at the given moment, so he would just ignore it for the time being and deal with it when the time arrived when he knew how. For now, he would keep this to himself. He had enough troubles with Nowaki at the moment as it was so throwing this in right now would just cause trouble for the two of them. There was no one else who would need to know, so nobody would. He was a grown man, he could handle someone's silly little crush.

He sat and opened his laptop to get back to work but somehow his mind continued to linger on the content of the letter. He blushed as he recalled how the sender had described him. Whoever it was sure had an imagination to think he was something as beautiful as the sender made him sound. He was a grumpy, scary looking man who furrows his eyebrows was too much. Everybody knew that. The only person who ever said otherwise was Nowaki, and that's because he's Nowaki. There was no was whoever this guy was thought so highly of him. It was impossible. It was probably just a student after a better mark by sucking up, or maybe some kind of practical joke. Yes, definitely one of those two.

The door opened behind him but Hiroki didn't bother looking up.

"Kamijou! Good morning!" Miyagi greated in an almost annoyingly enthusiastic tone of voice.

"Morning, professor Miyagi." Hiroki grumbled formally as the other man got settled in the office they shared.

Nowaki sighed and collapsed onto the sofa, feeling incredibly guilty for upsetting Hiroki so much he didn't even want to talk. It took a lot to get him that mad, that was for sure. The only option was to make it up to the other man and explain why he had been gone without contact for so long. He had already felt bad about it, but upon realising the special night Hiroki had planed increased it a tenfold. So tonight, Nowaki was going to make another special night, just for his Hiroki.