Kamijou Hiroki was lightly tapping onto his pencil, eyes scanning his computer as he continued to ponder as to how he will set forth the next curriculum for his future students. It was almost the end of the final semester and he couldn't help but feel slightly upset over this.

He's really going to miss throwing anything and everything at his current students.

'Ah well, there's always room for fresh blood...' Hiroki thought, sadistically.

The man was pushed out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching him, his first instinct was to rush to the door and press against it.

"Kamijou~" A very… very annoying voice (according to Hiroki, that is) was heard from the other side of the door. Hiroki hears rattling from the doorknob. "Huh? It won't budge."

"Kamijou, you in there?" The voice asked, dumbfounded. Hiroki tried his very best to keep the door inaccessible; he didn't want to deal with the (again, according to him) immature, selfish, annoying, totally lazy head professor, Miyagi You.

A few more knocks and then a slight push left You to give up. Hiroki stood there, hoping he'd get lost and leave him to do something that You could never...

Work.

"Hmmmm~" You's humming brought Hiroki out of his thoughts, "I guess I'll head to the library; it's funny how I still go after cleaning the place because of what Kamijou-sensei did~" You had spoken the last words slightly loud, attracting the attention of speculators.

In a swift moment, the door swung open and Hiroki grabbed You aggressively, slamming him against the door, preparing his fist for a sucker punch.

"Good afternoon to you too, sensei." You smirked playfully, not affected by the threatening fist hungry for his face.

Hiroki huffed and let go of the man, "Professor, you said you wouldn't tell anyone about that."

"I am a man of my word, Kamijou, I haven't told a soul."

"Not even that mid-life crisis of yours?"

"Mid-life…?" You pondered for a moment before glowering at Hiroki, "Oh ha ha, Shinobu-chin is my lover, for your information."

"Riiiiight." Hiroki says, plopping down in his chair as he began to type on his computer, "Anyways, you still haven't answered my question."

"…Maybe." SPLAT. A book thrown by Hiroki landed right on You's face. "Geh! What the hell?!"

"I should be saying that! That child has no right to know about… my… sexual endeavors." Hiroki spoke the last party lowly, flushing slightly.

"Just like you had the right to have sex in the library?" Yoh mumbles.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Anyways, he wouldn't tell a soul, he's not the type of person." Yoh rolls his eyes, touching his nose as he felt liquid touch his finger. "GAH, my nose is bleeding! Hand me that tissue box." You demanded and Hiroki tossed the box. He takes two tissues out, plugging up each nostrils. "Muuuuch better."

"Are you seriously supposed to be older than me?" Hiroki rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I'm sure you haven't even started your work yet, so Professor please-" Hiroki jumped as papers thrown on top of his desk.

"…What is this?" He questioned in awe.

"Finished and proofed by yours truly." You smugly smiles.

You patiently waited for Hiroki to praise him for deciding to prove him wrong and show that he didn't get this position by sleeping with the dean's daughter.

However was caught by surprised when he felt a ping in the cheek in which Hiroki had slapped.

"Professor quick, what's today's date?"

"Huh?" You stood there for a moment before answering, "May 6th, 20XX?"

"And where are we?"

"Japan…?" You didn't know where Hiroki was going with this.

"And who am I?"

"You're Kamijou, my sweet honey-" Hiroki now covered his mouth and sighed, annoyed.

"Unfortunately it's really you, Professor. Now, what possessed you to actually get some work done?" Hiroki placed his hand to the side, grabbing one of the papers, mentally scrutinizing it.

"Eh?! I told you I actually do do work. Have more faith in your superior; didn't you tell the dean how much you admired me and was excited to work beside me?"

"THAT WAS BEFORE I MET THE REAL YOU! A LAZY CHILDISH MAN!"

"Appreciate that I'm not some old pervert who sexually harasses you!"

"T- THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE! I SEE THE GREY HAIRS!" Hiroki had now crumpled up the paper he was reading.

"Kamijou! That was for the dean, oh man after all that work I put into the page. Woe is me!"

Hiroki mood instantly changed, bowing his head frantically, "I'm so sorry! I'll retype up the page for you." He rushes passed You and opens the door.

"Wait!" You calls out; Hiroki turns around confused.

"Do I really have grey hairs?" You questions seriously, planning to buy green hair dye after work.

SLAM.

Takatsuki Shinobu had rushed to the hospital carrying a girl he attended T University with after a friendly get-together. It's been about 20 minutes since he had waited for someone to come out and ease his worried mind.

He widened his eyes as he sees a tall, attractive man with blue hair approach him. "A- ano…"

The man didn't seem to hear as he just walked passed him. Shinobu decides to get up and approach the doctor. He wanted to know if his friend Chiyori-chan was alright.

"Sensei!" He calls out, flushing slightly as he saw several people turn towards him, then back to whatever they were doing.

The man turns around, following the voice, and bending down slightly when he saw Shinobu. "Were you calling me?"

'H- he's so cool!' Shinobu admired the man, then looked at his nametag. 'Kusama Nowaki, huh? Ah shit, he works in the pediatrics department. Now I really look stupid.'

"N- no, it's nothing. Please go on ahead Kusama-sensei, I'm sorry to bother you." Shinobu sighed, turning around, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"You're waiting for an update on a patient, aren't you?" Nowaki smiles at the boy.

"H- hai! But she's not a child, she's my age actually, 19."

"I'll go and check with a nurse and get back to you immediately; what's her name?"

"K- Katsura Chiyori."

"Very well." Nowaki pats the boy's head, "Don't worry, the doctors here are going to definitely take care of your friend."

Shinobu flushes, "T- thank you."

Nowaki walks passed the boy and Shinobu stays still for a moment, before returning to his seat.

Shinobu was brought out of his passionate reading to see Kusama-sensei looking down on him, smiling.

"It seems your friend was suffering from a sudden heat stroke. She was burning up, but now she's fine. In fact she'll be discharged in a matter of minutes. I told you there's nothing to worry about."

Shinobu gets up and bows, "T- thank you very much!"

"Why are you thanking me? I haven't done anything?" Nowaki laughs slightly at how innocent the boy was.

"I suppose… but-" Shinobu was interrupted by a ringtone he set specifically for You went off. He feels his cheeks heat up before excusing himself to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Shinobu-chin! How ar- KAMIJOU PUT THAT BOOK DOWN!" Shinobu hears a crash in the background, he pulls the phone from his ear for a moment.

"…Hello?" Shinobu tries again.

"Sorry, sorry, how are you? Did you eat?"

"I did."

"Ahhhh I'm sorry, I wish I could've ate you delicious cooking with you-"

"I didn't cook. I went out with a friend."

"Oooh." You's tone had changed, a more concerned one was now put to play. "How was that?"

"It was fine until she collapsed because of how damn hot it is outside." Shinobu grumbled. He really hated the hot weather and would much rather prefer to live somewhere where it would be cold all the time.

"Huh?! Are you okay?"

"Yeah… wait WHY WOULDN'T I BE?! It's her that you should be concerned for." Shinobu flushed as he saw people around him look towards him, some with eyebrows raised.

You's laughter rang through the cellphone and Shinobu help but flush deeply, he was completely drawn to that voice of his. "I'm just teasing. How is she?"

"She's fine. She's going to be discharged soon so I figured I'd walk her to the station."

"I could pick you up from there if you'd like. You haven't been in my car in a while."

"That's because every time you 'pick me up', you display your true colors and ulterior motive." Shinobu grumbled; making love with You was an intimate, amazing activity, however he really hated doing it in his car, it was waayy too cramped.

"You complain now but be prepared to moan out my name when I get my hands on you." Shinobu's face truly resembled a tomato.

"B- baka."

"I'll meet up with your near the station in about thirty minutes. I'm hanging up." You says.

As Shinobu heard the dial tone, he really hoped his face would cool down in time for their meet up.