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Test Subject: Adulthood

Chapter 4

True or False?

Adults are Mature

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"Then, this customer demanded to speak to my manager, so I told him I was the manager, gave him a slight discount, and we kept him as a customer… but that's the most unethical thing I've done, so far." Shinobu stated, playing with his food. "Being a pediatrician, I don't suppose you've done anything unethical?"

"I almost got in trouble for watching one of the children sleep for too long… luckily my theory on irregular sleeping patterns proved to be true- for about a week everyone treated me like a creep." Nowaki laughed, nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

Shinobu gawked. "That sounds horrible! Weren't you discouraged?"

"Not really… when I know the truth behind a situation, I don't care much if others misinterpret it."

"That's how people should be." Shinobu agreed, taking in a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"I think our generation is getting a bit better at being slightly less self-conscious… though, in some ways, it's good to be so, I think." Nowaki stated.

Shinobu frowned, swallowing his food. "…I don't know about that. Sometimes I feel like I'm too self-conscious… it bothers me…"

"I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to be self-aware… you just have to learn to balance-"

"Yeah, yeah." Shinobu sighed. "…You know, I really like your type. You're direct, like me."

"Being straight-forward is the best way to effectively communicate your wants, needs, and to convey your feelings, in my opinion."

"You keep saying things like 'in my opinion,' and 'I think,' why is that?" Shinobu huffed. "Doesn't it go without saying?"

"Tacking those afterthoughts onto the end of a sentence reassures the listener that you are only stating an opinion. Some people express their thoughts and opinions as though they are facts, and often-times it annoys or offends others. While you and I are alike in that we're more direct with our thoughts and feelings, I find myself not wanting to offend others- in that sense, I suppose I'm a bit too self-conscious." Nowaki smiled.

Shinobu sighed. "You're a great guy… that Kamijou devil guy doesn't know what he's got."

Nowaki smiled. "You seem so self-conscious about a lot of things, including, but not limited to your relationship with that professor from Mitsuhashi, but when you think about it, he's a thirty five year old man, and you're…?"

"Nineteen." Shinobu mumbled.

"…Right." Nowaki smiled. "While I'm sure this fact causes extensive trepidation, I'm equally certain that most of the time when there's a large age gap between lovers, it's the older party who's more afraid of losing the younger party- a lot of older or middle-aged people like younger people because of their youthful vigor and overall essence- it's quite desirable, so to say…"

"That's looking at things a little shallowly, don't you think?" Shinobu rested his chin on his arms and sighed. "…It's weird… I know our feelings are real, but you can't even see feelings, right? What I DO keep seeing his my Miyagi with his hands all over YOUR Kamijou."

"…What do you mean when you say that?" Nowaki whimpered, pouting. "You keep saying those things, but I don't understand…"

"It's nothing." Shinobu turned, sharply, averting his gaze guiltily.

"I'm sure you're misinterpreting…" Nowaki sighed.

"…Well, he gave me this… I wonder what it could be." Shinobu sighed, pulling a tape out. "But the things he says and his actions… is it really possible that they're all so easily misinterpreted?" Shinobu sighed. "…Public sex… how can THAT be misinterpreted?" He glanced at the title on the video. "…Library… June f-"

Nowaki's eyes widened and he grabbed the video so suddenly Shinobu flinched.

"What's wrong, Kusama-san?"

"…This is… THIS IS…" Nowaki's face went red as he bowed his face, embarrassedly. "…I understand, now… you surely misunderstood, Takatsuki-kun…"

"Why? What is it?" Shinobu blinked.

"To prove my theory, I might have to watch it…" Nowaki mumbled. "However… I'm fairly certain that this video includes a love-making session between me and Hiro-san in the university library…"

Shinobu gawked. "HAH?!"

"Well, that's what it has to be… it would make sense… Nowaki sighed. "Then that professor has been blackmailing Hiro-san with this… I'm sure…"

Shinobu blinked. "He did say something about blackmail, I think…"

"He did?" Nowaki sighed, annoyed.

"…Alright… then I guess the best route to take would be to confront Miyagi about it, directly." Shinobu sighed.

"…Yes… and I'll confront Hiro-san." Nowaki sighed. "About everything you not-so-subtly insinuated, and this blackmailing business…"

"I'll pay my half of the bill." Shinobu stated, suddenly, pulling out his wallet.

"…How about I get this one?" Nowaki smiled, setting his credit card on the table. "And you can pay for the next."

Shinobu blinked before smiling. "Sure. But next time, let's do lunch… They have great lunch specials."

"Sounds good." Nowaki smiled. "And Takatsuki-kun?"

"I have a somewhat childish idea that I think may help you in getting your point across far more blatantly than using your mere words."

"…Let's hear it, then." Shinobu said, quietly.

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When Nowaki returned home, Kamijou was lying on the couch, reading. Smiling, Nowaki closed the door behind himself. "I'm ho-" He was cut off by a pillow to the face.

The pillow dropped out of his line of vision to be replaced with an irritated looking Kamijou.

"Idiot! Where the hell were you?" He demanded. "You're LATE! Even for a late shift!"

"Sorry, Hiro-san, I met a very interesting young man today." Nowaki smiled and Kamijou's furrowed brows crinkled even more, his jaw dropping.

"What do you mean you met a guy?!"

"A younger man, a college student." Nowaki smiled.

"…So what? I prepared dinner and everything!"

"I ate, sorry…" Nowaki laughed, a tad nervously.

Kamijou's eyes grew wide, and his brows furrowed even more. "YOU TOOK HIM TO DINNER?!"

"I believe you know him." Nowaki backed up a bit, eying his lover's fingers which were inching slowly toward a book on the couch's armrest.

"A student?" The fingers paused.

"Not one of yours- rather, let me start by asking if you know what this is." Nowaki raised the video from earlier and Kamijou blinked, glancing at it and reaching for it on automatic before gawking, veering away as though it were the plague itself. "Wh-where d-did you-?!!"

"A young man named Takatsuki Shinobu-kun gave it to me." Nowaki smiled. "He was quite upset… I want you to know that he came to see me at the hospital to apologize- see, earlier today, I delivered some flowers-"

"With a horrible note… right…" Kamijou sighed, annoyed. "Professor Miyagi ordered them earlier- I gave him the number to the florist shop… so you delivered them?"

"Yes. He was a tad rude, I suppose, so then he came to apologize as I was getting off work. I took him to eat and then he gave me this. I believe he's misinterpreted some of your conversations with your superior or your superior's behavior and believes that the two of you have some sort of relationship…"

"…Ugh… of course you'd meet him. I'm cursed." Kamijou groaned, taking the video. "He didn't watch it, did he?"

"Am I out of line to inquire as to whether there is any truth to his anxieties? Hiro-san?"

"He's crazy!" Kamijou snapped. "I mean, duh! He's in love with that idiot professor! And yeah, sometimes it may SEEM like we've just ended up in compromising situations, but there's really absolutely nothing going on between us- except work! … Sometimes." He scoffed, sitting down and opening the case and setting the video up to be watched.

"…But… what about that same night… before the incident in the library, as your superior was so kind as to tape and use to blackmail you with, he almost-"

"Who cares what he almost did or didn't do?" Kamijou snapped, waiting for the video to start. "Please let it be a bluff…" He grumbled to himself.

"…I care." Nowaki muttered. "That boy cared."

"About what?" Kamijou wasn't paying attention (as usual). Nowaki sighed, annoyed, sitting down next to Kamijou and folding his knees, wrapping his arms around them and waiting.

"Hello." Miyagi's face appeared on the screen. "If you're watching this, then you've obtained a copy of one of my fake library videos. The library doesn't have a camera. What're you, stupid? See you at work tomorrow… unless it's a Friday… in which case- see you at work on Monday… unless it's a holi-" Kamijou pushed eject and threw the video across the room, furiously.

"THAT BASTARD! I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL FUCKING HILL HIM!"

"Hiro-san." Nowaki huffed. "When you calm down, I'd like to have a serious conversation with you."

"What about?" Kamijou pretended to recompose himself and Nowaki arched a brow.

"…"

"…"

"…"

Kamijou inhaled deeply, then sighed. "WHAT?"

"…Hiro-san, there's nothing between the two of you, is there?" Nowaki asked, seriously. "And don't just brush it off or deny it without hesitation. If there's even a smidgen of a chance that that man has feelings for you, I want to know! If he has made passes at you, I want to know! If he was using that video as blackmail against you, I want to know about it!"

"…" Kamijou stared at him, annoyed, and Nowaki fumed.

"Hiro-san! AT LEAST PRETEND TO THINK ABOUT IT!"

"I don't have to. That idiot and I are incompatible to the core." Kamijou muttered, annoyed. "He's more like an annoying older sister figure."

"…Then what about what Takatsuki-kun said about him touching you?"

"He's a touchy feely person." Kamijou shrugged. "He doesn't touch me inappropriately… I mean… you know…" He pointed at his crotch and Nowaki huffed.

"And the blackmail?"

"Yep, that part's true. Not gonna defend that bastard when it comes to that."
Nowaki sighed. "…But you're happy at work, right?"

"…" Kamijou blinked. He worked for the worst boss in the world, had the worst students in the world, and it wasn't as though he made a hell of a lot of money…

But…

"…Yeah…" Kamijou muttered, hesitantly. "…It's not perfect, but… I like it."

"…Alright." Nowaki smiled, a bit. "Good."

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Miyagi sped down the road, nervously, glancing from side to side. Finally, he spotted Shinobu leaning against a telephone pole, playing with his cell. He pulled up beside him and reached over, opening the door.

Shinobu glanced up from texting and snapped his cell closed. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Thanks for contacting me." Miyagi snapped, sitting properly in his seat as Shinobu climbed in.

Closing the door, the teen got situated.

"Buckle."

"I know." Shinobu snapped, pulling the seatbelt across his lap and clicking it into its slot. "…Drive."

"I know." Miyagi huffed, taking off.

They drove in silence for a bit before Miyagi sighed. "…Look, what you saw was a misunderstanding… and I need that video back."

"Miyagi… about the other day…"

"Yeah- that, too." Miyagi sighed. "…I'm sorry… about the things I said… I know you did some immature things when we first met… but it's not like I didn't do things I wasn't proud of… we've both done stupid things, and embarrassing things, and we still love each other… and we haven't been together all that long, but we've still matured a lot more than most couples do in such a short time… we've grown together, and become close, and… the other day when I scoffed at the idea of moving in together… the truth is, that's really what I want, too…"

Shinobu's eyes widened.

"And… about the rude comment I said about not wanting to treat you like a girl or whatever- that was stupid… because all you were asking me to do is show you that I care about you… thing is… I can't show you when we're out in public- things like holding hands, holding each other, even just talking affectionately are frowned upon… and when we're alone together, you're so cute and I love you so much, I just want to… do… you know… with you… so… but…" He trailed off, flushing, a bit.

Shinobu brought his knees to his chest, hugging them close and listening earnestly as his lover spoke.

Miyagi licked his lips, glancing at Shinobu out of the corner of his eye to pick up on any reaction, but his lover was just sitting there, quietly. So he continued, as he pulled off into an alley and parked.

"…I do understand your feelings… I want you to know that… and it's… not like I mean to ignore you or make you sad… so I hope you don't ever make you sad… I count on you to be the more direct and open one between us, so… if you want something… to hold my hand, or lean on me, or anything like that… just go for it… oh- but then you'll be annoyed if I don't make the first move…" He grumbled, scratching the back of his head, flustered. "…The thing is… the reason I don't do stuff like that when we're partaking in mundane activities like watching TV or eating… is… if I touch you… I don't think I'll be able to stop touching you… or stop doing embarrassing things… so…" He paused, trailing off when Shinobu suddenly leaned against him.

Miyagi was silent as he watched his lover for a moment, those large, somewhat shaky eyes just staring out in front of him; out the windshield, into the darkness. Rain thumped gently against the glass of the windshield and windows.

His light lashes lowered every few seconds when he blinked, and he just sat there, cheek pressed lightly against Miyagi's shoulder. He could both see and feel the heat to the teen's face.

Slowly, he twisted the key to the car, shutting it off before unbuckling himself, then Shinobu, reclining the teen's seat all the way back and pressing his lips over his.

Shinobu's lashes fluttered closed, remaining shut, this time as his somewhat trembling hands rose and his quivering fingers clenched gently at the back of his lover's shirt.

Miyagi had missed the feeling of his shirt pulling slightly tighter as his lover clung to him while they made love. He had missed the soft sounds the teen made while trying to hush himself while Miyagi brought him pleasure, and had missed the much louder sounds the teen made when he could no longer hold back, even more.

"The flowers were trite and unappreciated…" Shinobu whispered into Miyagi's ear when the man began mouthing his neck.

"Brat." Miyagi muttered, pulling the teen's blazer open and thumbing his nipple through the white fabric of his shirt.

"Mn…" Shinobu bit back a moan, glowering up at the older man. "Pervert."

"You don't have to state the obvious." Miyagi smirked, reaching between the teen's legs and fondling him through his slacks.

"Nnh!" Shinobu shut his eyes tightly, again, drawing his lips in and biting them, doing his best to refrain from moaning.

For a moment, the hand left his heated nethers, but Shinobu listened for a zipping sound and as soon as his pants were undone, that hand slipped into them and slid easily into the briefs.

"Spread 'em."

"Miyagi…" Shinobu mumbled, quietly, spreading his legs and thrusting as Miyagi began massaging his balls. "…I want to ride…"

Miyagi sat up in his seat, slid it back, and made it recline, lying down and undoing his own belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks.

Shinobu sat up, sliding his pants down to his thighs, his cock springing to attention as soon as the briefs slid off, freeing it from its slightly sticky confines.

"Already hot and sticky for me, huh?" Miyagi smirked. "Unfortunately I don't carry lube in the car, so go ahead and slicken me while I slicken you."

Shinobu huffed, climbing carefully onto his lover's lap and placing his hands on the steering wheel, annoyed. "You sure this is going to work? Kinda cramped…"

"Well I can't wait. Dunno about you…"

"No… me, either." Shinobu looked around on the steering wheel. "…With my car, you can push the steering wheel in and out."

"Mine, too. Button on the underside. Other side." He pointed and Shinobu ducked down, pushing the button and sliding forward, yelping in a somewhat panicked tone. Miyagi snickered and Shinobu glanced over his shoulder, glowering.

"Shut up!"

"It worked out perfectly." Miyagi smirked, sliding a finger into his mouth and lathering it with saliva before poking Shinobu in his asshole, a tad roughly.

"Mmn…" Shinobu shut an eye, brows furrowing. "Jerk." He glanced down at Miyagi's stiffening cock and moved a hand from the steering wheel and onto the seat beside his lover's thigh. He kept the other hand on the steering wheel and leaned down, mouthing his lover's cock, whole; thinking it'd be nice if Miyagi would yelp to compensate for his own shrill little cry.

Miyagi didn't yelp, but he did moan, uncontrollably, and Shinobu felt pride in that. He held his breath and dipped deeper, swallowing once before pulling back so he wouldn't gag, then he braved another attempt, swallowing twice.

He moaned against Miyagi's cock when he felt his lover's tongue slide into him and squirm about, a bit.

He felt a strong, warm hand wrap around his cock and begin pumping, torturously slow. His legs parted as much as the pants would provide, since they clung to his lower thighs, and he went down on his lover, again.

"Mmm…" Shinobu pulled all the way back, letting the thick cock pop out of his mouth for a moment and he licked at the head. "I think you're slick enough… aaah… and as hot as it is to have your tongue inside- I prefer your cock…"

"That so?" Miyagi mumbled against Shinobu's asshole before flicking his tongue against it a few times. "Fine. I guess you're nice and wet back here… and up here, too." He pumped gently at Shinobu's dick before running the pad of his thumb over the head.

"Mmm…" Shinobu flushed. "Now. NOW."

Miyagi laughed softly at his lover's impatience. "Alright… Be careful. Sit up." Shinobu did as told, carefully sitting before turning slowly. He sat up a bit and reached between his legs, feeling around a bit for Miyagi's cock before finding it and standing it up, properly.

"Ready?" Miyagi asked.

"Yeah…" Shinobu relaxed for a moment before inhaling and dropping; impaling himself on his lover's cock.

Miyagi slid his arms around Shinobu's middle and pulled the teen tightly against him, pressing a kiss to his temple. "I missed you." He admitted.

Shinobu's face lit up, (not that Miyagi could see), and he blinked a few times before shutting his eyes and hugging Miyagi back. "…Stupid… Miyagi…" He raised his hips (with a bit of prompting from his horny lover), and then slid down again, groaning softly when the head of his lover's dick nudged his prostate. His muscles clenched around Miyagi and he began breathing heavier.

"Shinobu-chin…" Miyagi grumbled, running a hand along Shinobu's smooth stomach to his chest and rubbing, affectionately. As usual, anything seemingly sweet coming out of Miyagi, whether it be words or actions, turned sour. The man tweaked Shinobu's nipple, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. Shinobu glowered.

His lover was far older; a fact he would never be permitted to forget (until they were 100 and 117, as Miyagi had teased him once), but the man could display the most boyish looks, sometimes. Even Risako had made note of it, at one point before he had gotten to know Miyagi very well- he had looked forward to seeing those faces for the longest time… now that he got to see them almost each time the two were together, he held conflicting feelings pertaining to them.

Yes, they were adorable- but they typically meant something mean was going to happen to someone; and that someone was typically Shinobu.

But he still loved the man.

…

Another tweak.

…

For the most part, anyway…

Placing his hands against the back of the car seat he began bouncing, moaning softly here and there when the man's cock filled him and pressed into just the right spot.

He leaned his forehead against Miyagi's as his eyes closed, brows raising slightly as the sounds of their love-making filled the car. His panting and soft moans; Miyagi's heavy breathing and occasional grunts and groans; and, of course, the squishing sound of Miyagi's cock filling up his ass and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Suddenly he felt fingers on top of his, then sliding between, holding his hand tightly.

His eyes opened and he peered into his lover's dark midnight blue eyes.

Miyagi had been watching him for the longest time; a habit the man had, while pleasuring the teen, that Shinobu wasn't certain made him feel happy or embarrassed.

Perhaps a combination of the two…

Leaning in and shutting his eyes again, Shinobu kissed Miyagi, who bucked his hips harder against the bouncing teen. The man's free hand slid between their stomachs and grabbed hold of Shinobu's slick cock, stroking it roughly and sporadically.

Shinobu's tongue rolled over his and he forced the man's tongue into his own mouth, smirking into the kiss. It was rare that he'd gain the upper hand, but when it occurred, it felt great.

And then Miyagi's hand abandoned the teen's arousal and tweaked his other nipple, causing the teen to break their kiss with a small squeak in surprise. The teen's glower still didn't work- but Miyagi would pay for that.

Shinobu reached behind Miyagi's head and gripping his fingers in the black spikes, tugging gently and exposing the man's neck to him. He sucked gently on Miyagi's Adam's apple before worming his tongue down into the crook of the man's neck and biting; not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make Miyagi shudder. As soon as he felt the man tremble beneath him, Shinobu began sucking.

He fully intended to leave a mark.

"Amazing…" Miyagi muttered quietly as he began stroking Shinobu's hair. Shinobu slid his free hand up to grab at Miyagi's wrist, and placing the man's hand over his swollen cock.

Miyagi laughed softly. "Always so direct, both with your words as well as your actions- I love you."

"What's so amazing?" Shinobu whispered against his ear before nipping at the lobe and tugging, gently.

"That you can bounce so fervently while still performing other tasks like kissing, biting, or jerking." Miyagi whispered back as he continued stroking Shinobu in time with their thrusts. Their hands which had been holding up to this point parted and they held onto one another, readying to climax.

"Miyagi… I love you." Shinobu panted, bowing his head and bouncing harder, muscles clenching tighter and tighter as he drew nearer to his climax.

"I love you, too." Miyagi whispered, gripping at the teen's sides and arching his back as he came inside. Shinobu continued riding out their orgasm, the squishing sounds of Miyagi's thick cock filling Shinobu and forcing out any excess cum aroused them both, slightly, but they were spent.

Shinobu panted before raising a hand up to the back of Miyagi's head again, tilting Miyagi's head up (Miyagi had leaned back, tiredly as he tried coming down from his high), and pressing a final, passionate kiss to the man's lips, nipping at his lover's bottom lip gently as they parted, then letting go and burying his head under Miyagi's chin.

"I missed you…" Shinobu whispered. "I don't want to be mad anymore."

"Me, either." Miyagi whispered, running his fingers through Shinobu's short, dirty blonde strands.

Shinobu pulled back and continued breathing a bit heavily before he braced himself; hands on Miyagi's shoulders. He raised up a bit, uncomfortably, (while having sex, the uncomfortable position in the car seat was bearable, but now it was starting to bother him). A car seat was nowhere for post-coital relaxation, no matter how utterly desirable. Lifting his hips, he moaned softly as Miyagi's cock slid slowly out of his relaxed hole and sank limply against Miyagi's firm lower abdomen. Semen spurted gently from the abandoned hole and the gooey substance ran slowly down the teen's ass and then crept slowly down his inner thighs.

Miyagi's cock hardened again. "Crap."

Shinobu huffed. "Let's go home and do it some more, there… before a cop comes driving by…" He grumbled, squirming into a comfortable position on Miyagi's lap, despite his suggestion.

Picking up on this instantly, Miyagi smirked. His hands moved to Shinobu's sides and slid up and down a couple times.

"You know you'll kill me one of these days."

"How so?" Shinobu huffed.

"Every time you do something cute it draws me nearer and nearer to my impending doom."

"Why do you say things that I don't understand- that no one could possibly home to understand?" Shinobu sighed, annoyed. "Annoying old man with your incoherent babble…"

Miyagi reached down, grabbing his and Shinobu's cocks together and stroking.

"Come here." Miyagi purred and Shinobu leaned forward, kissing Miyagi sweetly and reaching between them, fondling both sets of testicles as he started bucking his hips against the man's.

Both men grunted and groaned and moaned and whimpered until they both came together; on one another; and collapsed into one another.

Miyagi took Shinobu's hand and laced their fingers as they both calmed down for the second time in the span of about thirty to thirty five minutes.

Panting, Miyagi pushed Shinobu up and away from him, caressing the teen's cheek, sadly.

"Get in your seat." He huffed.

Shinobu smirked. "Next time, we'll do it in my car."

"Sit."

Shinobu smirked, moving to his seat and arching his back, pulling his pants up, properly and grimacing at the disgusting feeling of clothing himself when he knew he was messy down in his crotch.

Miyagi tucked himself away, too, before taking a few moments to recompose himself. He glanced at Shinobu, frowning. "Do I have anything on my face?"

"Anything like what? You didn't suck me off, and there wasn't any cum in my ass until you put it there."

"…Such a crude little shit when you don't have to be cute anymore."

"Whoever said I try to be cute?" Shinobu grumbled, buckling up. "It comes naturally."

"Hmpf." Miyagi buckled up, too, after fixing his seat and steering wheel. He turned and looked over his shoulders as he backed out of the alley, then drove off down the road, headed home.

They drove in silence for a bit and Shinobu squirmed a bit, uncomfortable with the wetness in his pants.

"I only asked if I had anything on my face since you do."

Shinobu gawked at his lover, leaning up to look in his mirror. Miyagi's face lit up with that boyish grin again and he reached over with one hand, pulling Shinobu into him.

"…Liar." Shinobu muttered, embarrassed, but he got comfortable resting against Miyagi's side. Closing his eyes, he drifted into a comfortable sleep.

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Test Subject: Adulthood

Chapter 4

True or False?

Adults are Mature

Answer: Not necessarily

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FIN

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Epilogue:

The next day, Shinobu awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. Annoyed, he grabbed for it and tumbled out of bed. The alarm clock fell off of his night stand, bouncing off of his stomach and onto the floor, still beeping, loudly.

Groaning, Shinobu curled up, grabbed the alarm clock and smashed his palm into the snooze button as hard as he could before chucking it onto the bed. He got to his knees and curled up into a fetal position.

"…Pain…" He slooooooowlyyy got up onto the bed, then sat, then stood, moving carefully before glancing about. His and Miyagi's clothes were strewn about all over the floor, the towels they'd shared after their shower last night were also crumpled on the carpet.

Scanning over the room once more, his eyes brightened when he saw what he'd been searching for. The note had evidently been placed under the alarm clock, because now it was on the floor. Picking it up, he read over it.

Shinobu, I didn't want to bother you because you looked like you were sleeping very soundly, and I couldn't bear to disturb you… actually, I tried shaking you violently quite a few times in an attempt to wake you; but to no avail. Breakfast is waiting for you on the table. Have the best day possible!

Love Miyagi

PS don't add this note to your creepy shrine of crap I give you- destroy it- no paper trail, remember! (Heart).

Shinobu huffed, crumpling it up and heading to his closet, opening a small box he kept hidden in the small dresser he kept in his closet and tossing the note in on top of the pile of other miscellaneous Miyagi paraphernalia, including, but not limited to, the first pack of smokes he'd tried to hide from the man, some other notes Miyagi had written him, small gifts he'd bought for him when he went to the store, and a God-awful tie Miyagi had bought Shinobu that Shinobu couldn't bear to throw away but also never really wanted to wear.

He locked the box back up, stuffed it back in his drawer, covered it with some winter clothes, and slid the drawer closed.

"AHA, now I know where the secret stash is."

"GAH-!" Shinobu jumped, slightly, spinning around and glowering at his lover. "When did you get back? … You had to have left, already- it's noon!"

"I was in meetings all morning and decided to stop by here on my way to work- want a lift to school?"

"I don't start for two hours- take me to your university for lunch. I'll catch a bus from there to my school."

"Sure, get ready- hurry up."

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Miyagi entered his office with a sigh before blinking. "…What're you doing here?"

"Ah-!" Nowaki glanced over his shoulder with a smile. "Good afternoon, professor Miyagi."

"Where the hell have you been all day?" Kamijou huffed, arms folded.

"Meetings…"

"…Meetings?" Kamijou blinked. "Oh that meeting I wasn't… there were multiple meetings?"

"There were two… the second wasn't so much a meeting as it was a networking session." Miyagi huffed. "What's with Kusama-kun?"

"He just stopped by to bring me lunch… since I forgot to bring one." Kamijou muttered. "Did you eat in the meeting?"

"Yep."

"Takatsuk-kun, nice to see you again, so soon." Nowaki smiled when he noticed Shinobu.

"Kusama-san, you, too!" Shinobu smiled back.

Miyagi did a double take. "Do WHAT? Ah-! You must have delivered the flowers I ordered…?" He glanced up at Nowaki, who smiled.

"Yes… I also shared dinner with Takatsuki-kun, last night."

"…What?" Miyagi blinked.

"Kusama-san and I are going to be friends from now on!" Shinobu perked, slinking an arm around Nowaki's and giving Miyagi a meaningful look. "…How's that?"

". . ." Miyagi blinked a few times. "…Oh… if you're going to become friends, then… that'll be great." He smiled.

". . ."

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". . ."

Shinobu, Nowaki, and even Kamijou, who Nowaki had filled in on this little ploy, all stared at the man like he was an idiot.

And in fact he was.

"You don't care at all, if I go touching other guys, do you?" Shinobu fumed, annoyed. "You, who gets ticked if I hang out with my straight guy friends, or random girls, you don't care that I'm hugging on Kusama-san, who is gay?!!" The teen fumed and Kamijou backed up a bit. Nowaki wanted to back up, nervously, as well, but Shinobu absent mindedly tightened his grip on the man's arm.

"Mm?" Miyagi blinked. "…After all that we went through last night… I'm going to trust you."

Shinobu calmed, noticeably, blinking. "Huh?"

"I want you to trust me… so I should trust you… and I know how much that guy loves Kamijou… more directly related to me; I know how much we love each other… so I'm going to try not to worry anymore."

"Also he saw right through your plot." Kamijou muttered. "And knows that if he pretends it doesn't bother him, you'll not try it again."

"Is that so?!" Shinobu fumed. "My intent is for you to stop touching Kamijou the devil!"

"Then say it to me, directly." Miyagi huffed, folding his arms. "Fine, okay? I won't touch porcupine Kamijou, anymore."

"Porcupine?! Who's the porcupine?! Doesn't this kid match that description the closest with his glares?" Kamijou pointed at Shinobu who stiffened, then turned, glowering at him.

"No, you're definitely the porcupine with that attitude!"

"Eh…" Miyagi's eye twitched.

Nowaki frowned, too.

"Run along to class, brat."

"FINE! Miyagi, see you at home- Kusama-san, let's catch lunch."

"I'm in the mood for fish, today." Nowaki stated, heading out.

"WHAT?!"

"HEY!"

"Lunch is a big NO!" Miyagi snapped.

"Nowaki, where in the hell are you going?!"

"I owe him since he bought me dinner last night." Shinobu snapped. "I won't forgive anyone who tries to stop me from repaying kindness or debts of any kind."

"Like I give a flying fu-!"

"See you at home, Hiro-san!" Nowaki waved before heading out.

Both professor as well as associate professor were left glowering after their lovers.

"…Trust, trust." Miyagi sighed, heading to his desk and slinking down, obviously sulking.

"…" Kamijou glanced at him. "Oh yeah… speaking of trust… I got this back." He raised the video and Miyagi eyed it.

"Did you watch it?"

"…Why would I watch it?"

"I dunno… to test the validity."

"Is it not what you claim it is?"

"Yep. Speaking of which, I want you to make copies of-"

"YOU BASTARD! OF COURSE I WATCHED IT!!!"

"Oeeew…" Miyagi fell silent, brow twitching. "…That one is just a decoy."

The video holder hit Miyagi square in the face.

"BASTARD." Kamijou slammed the door as he headed off to his next class.

.,.,.,.,.,.

"Did you guys patch things up?" Nowaki smiled down at Shinobu, who huffed.

"…Yeah… for the most part."

"…Well…" Nowaki smiled, looking up at the clearing sky. "…Sometimes that's the best you can hope for… is for everything to be going well- for the most part."

"What happened with that video? Was it what you thought?"

"The situation was as I'd thought, but the video was a phony."

"Nice… sorry about him."

"It's alright… I think that our friendship may make him think twice about touching Hiro-san, and that's nice… but… let's be friends for real, Takatsuki-kun."

"Yeah." Shinobu smiled, sighing. "…Whenever Miyagi gets mad, jealous, or possessive… even though things can be rocky for a bit… they always turn out pretty nice."

"…" Understanding exactly what the teen meant, Nowaki laughed, softly. "Same here."

AN: The place it left off at was a nice place to stop- but since I intended to end the story in this chapter, I figured I'd wrap things up among the different pairs- haha. Hope you enjoyed the ride.