oh my god wow this thing updated. does anyone even check this anymore?

haha, most of this looks like word vomit by the way, and my writing's gotten rusty.

also second person, oops.

i'm so sorry.

Misaki is in college.

He is an average eighteen year old boy with a perfect attendance record.

He is obedient, considerate, albeit a little clumsy at times. He's pretty good at cooking, to boot.

He is everything a well brought up boy should be.

Plus, he's a homosexual!

oh

Life has been rather calm as of the late, for once. Despite being Kamijou's roommate, you honestly don't feel that way. When you cook during mealtimes, that's probably the only time that you ever see his face properly. He seems to have taken to retreating to his room whenever he doesn't need to be anywhere else in the apartment. You swear that you even saw him resorting to buying a shitty TV for his room so that he could watch from there instead.

You reason that he's probably just having to deal with a lot of stuff, since he's a teacher and all. He might be writing long-winded reports on the content of the courses that he's teaching, his students grades, a summary of the semester, or whatever it is that teacher's do. It can't be too big of a deal, really. He's probably just going through a phase or receiving a lot of stress from work.

Besides, you have way better things to do than worry about some middle aged man's daily woes! You still have your reputation (what reputation) of being an average eighteen year old boy to uphold!

Even after all of your constant complaints, though, you're kind of beginning to miss Usagi.

So maybe he hardly seemed to give a toss about what you thought and mostly just went about doing whatever he wanted - he's basically a selfish, petulant brat, which you think is kind of endearing really. (If anyone asks, you said nothing of the sort, because no one can ever know about that.)

Despite this, you're pretty sure that he cared about you as you did for him, even if you never explicitly stated so. He understands too, that's why he hasn't left you. At least, you like to think he does and that he's not just doing it because he just does whatever the fuck he wants.

So yeah, point is, you miss Usagi.

Actually, you miss him a lot.

You miss your brother a lot, too.

Sometimes you think that maybe you'd be less lonely if you were at least surrounded by family while Usagi was gone, but you quickly shoot down the thought because you know without a doubt that your brother would want you to stay with him for good, to make up for the family that you grew up without, which was still totally not his fault, by the way!

You know that your brother means well, but you can still distinctly recall how awkward it felt to be intruding on his newlywed life. You know that he only wanted to give you the mother figure that you never had in your life to try and remedy all those years that your parents had left you after the car crash, but it was all an accident and it was never his fault that things happened the way they did. You know that he's only thinking to make you feel better about having a complete family, but you honestly felt kind of lonely and excluded the last time you lived together with them.

You comfort yourself with the thought that at least you have Kamijou there to keep you company. After all, he can't be Usagi's most trusted friend for nothing, even if he does happen to hole himself up in his room all day.

But then again, he did happen to harass you in a public restroom.

Then again, Usagi harassed you when he first met you too...

Wow, what's wrong with your priorities?

Okay yeah you're just going to kind of sweep this topic of though under the rug and leave it there forever until it disintegrates and ceases to exist in this world.

You should stop thinking and just shut up because nothing good ever actually seems to come out of daydreaming so early in the morning.

Sighing to no one but yourself, you sling your bag over your shoulders, slip your shoes on, and steel yourself for the walk to school and the long day that awaits you.

High school was so much easier than this.

Why is it that whenever teacher's open their mouth to talk, you can't help but feel your eyes starting to droop, your muscles starting to relax, and the loll of your head?

It's like every time teachers try to tell you something they accidentally release a cloud of sleeping gas that knock your lights out as fast as a gas chamber would. It's so amazing how they can actually spend hours on end just talking about stuff that no one can concentrate on or probably even apply in real life situations. You guess that you're to blame for choosing the course. But really, what were you thinking when you applied for this.

Right, you were thinking about being a noble bastard that would take on the university and courses that your brother wanted to take if not for the accident your parents were in.

Really, what were you thinking?

You faintly register the distinct ring of the bell before you're up and out of there faster than light.

On the way to your next class, you catch a glimpse of Kamijou bickering with some old guy you vaguely recall seeing in his office when you went to visit him the other time.

Huh, so he's actually not a hermit that huddles himself in the metaphorical corner along with the hobo who harasses people for money and rants about free rights and the environment and hippies.

Yeah, you knew that Kamijou would have to at least talk to people at his workplace, but it's still seems rather foreign to actually see him talking with someone animatedly, when all you get is a pile of shit and cold indifference.

It's like how people know that housewives are supposed to just stay at home, look after the kids, shop for shoes, shop for groceries, and cook for their husbands, while said husband goes out to work for money to provide for all of the aforementioned. Usually, the housewife and the husband actually thank each other for their hard work and have actual conversations with each other that consist of more than two words. It's not like you particularly expected to be treated like a damn god for doing the housework and preparing food that's actually more edible than convenience store shit, but you feel that it shouldn't be too much to ask for if you at least get to interact with the god damn person you're living with for the next few months or so, right?

...

You did not just compare yourself to a housewife.

You decide to drop by your brother's today because you're feeling a little homesick.

You discuss trivial things that have happened recently, like how the other has been doing recently, what they've been up to, and just filler conversations that remind you of home. You really miss talking to someone who's family after being away from them for so long, so you end up staying a lot longer than you intended.

You end up staying for an early dinner before finally returning to Kamijou's shitty apartment block.

(To be honest, it's not actually that shitty, and it actually is pretty well-kept, courtesy of your housework, you're just being unfair.)

Fishing your keys out of your pocket, you jam it in the keyhole and jimmy it for a while before you notice that the door's already unlocked.

Huh, maybe Kamijou finished work early today.

Really, it should be setting off sirens in your head, because what if there's a burglar in the apartment, but you can't really bring yourself to care right now.

You're greeted by the sight of Kamijou snoring peacefully on the couch.

You close the door as quietly as you can so that you don't wake the man sleeping on the couch, allowing yourself a little chuckle, because he always seemed so uptight and seeing him without a permanent crease on his forehead was actually kind of refreshing, for once.

When you sneak past the couch, you stop to notice that Kamijou's hair looks really soft and is a gentle hue of brown. It's not like you didn't notice that it was brown before, it's just that you never really cared much. Upon closer inspection, his eyelashes are quite long and is also colored by the same shade of brown as his hair. You've never actually noticed a lot of things about this man, since he always seemed to hole himself up in his room and refused to come out unless it was absolutely necessary. Despite having lived with him for about a month now, you realize that you actually don't know anything about him, other than the fact that he's friends with Usagi.

It's kind of strange, now that you think about it. You've always passed his habit of hiding in his room as him being really busy and having little to no time to spend on leisure. You aren't sure when you started noticing, but you started picking up on hints that he was probably avoiding you, such as going as far as to buy that shitty TV for his room. You've always been ignorant, but now you almost want to get to know him better. You want to find out why he's avoiding you so much.

"Hiro!"

In retrospect, the moment you snapped your head up to meet a pair of blue eyes, there was nothing that could have prepared you for this at all.

obligatory author's note (◡‿◡✿)

I didn't originally plan to have him in here, but I thought, eh, why not. teehee psuedo egoist.

Not sure if I remember correctly, but I think I mentioned somewhere that Misaki was seventeen or around that age at some point in the story. If I did, then pretend that it was Misaki's birthday some time during Usagi's trip. If not, then ignore me.

Also, the characterization might be all over the place because I haven't touched anything Junjou since two years ago.