BEEP' 'BEEP' 'BEEP'

'SLAM!'

"Damn it..." were the only words that Kamijou Hiroki muttered that sunny morning after slamming his alarm shut. The sudden loud noise alarmed Nowaki, who was currently in the kitchen.

"Hiro-san? Is everything aright?"

Hiroki's eyes widened. "U-um, yea Nowaki..." Hiroki was surprised to hear Nowaki. Lately he had been doing some overtime at the hospital for the past weeks, which left Hiroki alone at night with "unsatisfied needs". With those needs unsatisfied, Hiroki grew even more hot-tempered and stubborn than he usually was and this was apparent to both his students who were getting pelted with anything Hiroki could get his hands on and his co-worker, Miyagi Yoh.

As delighted as he was to see that Nowaki was home, he was royally pissed at the fact that Nowaki willingly worked most of his overtime. There were some instances where he was called in because the hospital was low on staff but for the most part, Nowaki volunteered to do overtime. Hiroki barely, if ever, spoke to his lover lately and after hearing his voice, he wanted to jump in his arms and never let him go despite the fact that he was angry. But of course, Hiroki would never do that. That stubborn pride of his would never allow it.

So instead, Hiroki nonchalantly walked into the kitchen of the apartment complex and was preparing his breakfast when Nowaki came up from behind his brown haired lover and wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Oi, Nowaki! Let be go!"

"Mmm. I missed you so much Hiro-san"

Nowaki kissed the nape of his lover's neck and then dug his face into his hair, inhaling his beautiful scent. Hiroki tried to struggle free but eventually gave in and leaned back onto the taller man's body. After a moment, Nowaki turned Hiroki around and pulled him into a kiss that soon became more sensual and passionate. Moans that emitted from both men quickly filled the room and as Hiroki was about to remove his shirt, Nowaki immediately stopped him. Hiroki looked up at him with confusion.

"I'm sorry Hiro-san, but I have to leave for work in a few minutes."

Hiroki's face immediately went from confusion to pissed off.

"I can't believe this! How long are you going to continue doing all this overtime?" Hiroki yelled.

Nowaki tried to reassure him "I promise you, Hiro-san. Just a few more days."

"That's what you said last week!" Hiroki rebutted.

He continued. "Not only do I never see you, you spend a hell of a lot more time with that Tsumori bastard and his constant flirting!"

To Hiroki, that was like adding salt to the wound. He absolutely couldn't stand Nowaki's sempai and now that Nowaki was spending more time with him than his lover, Hiroki was surprised he hadn't gone back to the hospital to back that bastard's skull in again.

"He doesn't do it all the time, Hiro-san. And he's only joking when he does that."

"Like hell he is!"

"Please, Hiro-san," Nowaki responded in a soothing tone "just a few more days."

"What the hell do need to do all this extra work for?" Hiroki quickly added.

"... I can't tell you...not now..."

Hiroki stood there stunned, staring at Nowaki. Then he flew into a rage.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't tell me? I have every right to know what the reason is!"

Before Nowaki could respond, Hiroki angrily walked to the door.

"I'm going to work!" Hiroki then slammed the door shut and stormed away from the apartment, leaving Nowaki sulking and his head hung low as he prepared to leave for work.

Arriving at his office, the assistant professor slammed the door shut and stomped over to his desk.

"Jeez, what's with you today?"

"Miyagi... I am in absolutely no mood for your shit."

"Alright" he quickly responded. Miyagi could obviously tell that today would be a boring day since he couldn't be able to tease his Kamijou. And that glare of pure evil Hiroki gave him was confirming this.

"Well, since I know how much of a shitty mood you're in today, I'll just leave for my class early so that you can be alone with yourself and wallow in your depression."

Hiroki didn't respond and Miyagi quickly stepped out for his class. Once he heard the door shut, Hiroki slumped himself into his desk chair and changed his snarl into a frown. His mind was stuck on Nowaki. He missed the man so much. It had been weeks since they had spent any time together. Hiroki was already busy with mid-terms coming up and with Nowaki working all that overtime, nobody was ever home. To Hiroki, it had felt like such a long time since he'd woken up to Nowaki's sleeping body next to him. His warm arms wrapped around him while they lied in bed, the feeling of Nowaki's heartbeat on his back...

Hiroki shook the thoughts out of his head as he blushed and cursed at himself for thinking such stupid things. He then thought back to that morning. He may have stormed off after blowing his top off at Nowaki, but he had every right to. Nowaki refused to give him an answer as to why he worked all that overtime. Still, he didn't want the big lug to think he wasn't going to forgive him. Hiroki would never admit it, but he could never stay mad at Nowaki for too long. So he pulled out his phone and went to text Nowaki when some loud popping noises startled him. He jumped out of his seat and went to the window.

"Fireworks, maybe? But it's too bright out for that..."

He looked down and saw none of the students outside react as if something was wrong. Many were walking to their classes, some were chatting with friends while others were reading or on their phone.

Out in the halls, however, something was wrong. Hiroki heard screams and footsteps from his office. The popping noises continued while students were screaming for help. Hiroki was scared out of his mind. He knew exactly what was going on.

"Oh crap, I gotta get out of here!"

Hiding behind his desk, Hiroki waiting until the sound of gunshots faded. He got up as fast as he could and opened the office door when a large figure in front of him stopped him in his tracks. He recognized him as one of his students who could give a damn about literature. He would always catch the lazy fucker asleep during his lectures and turn in half-assed reports. But now was not the time to reflect on his behavior during class. Especially when he was currently standing in front of Hiroki wielding a pocket knife and reeked of alcohol.

Hiroki was frozen in his spot. His mind was blank except for the mantra in his head:

"I have to get out of here."

Then the student started moving towards him, his eyes locked on Hiroki. He knew jumping out of his 3 story office window onto the concrete was out of the question. So he tried running to the door from the student's left side of his body, the opposite side to where the knife was. The student easily wrapped his left arm around Hiroki and slammed him against the wall. For a drunkard, he was fast. And a lot younger and more fit than a 30 year old literature professor.

Hiroki tried to free himself with all his might, but he didn't budge. His struggles stopped when the blade pierced through his abdomen. He gave a strangled cry before the student stabbed him again. After the third time, the student pulled out the pocket knife and ran out the office, leaving Hiroki for dead.

After collapsing to the ground, Hiroki was curled up into a ball with his arms and hands around his abdomen, desperately trying to stop as much blood from escaping his body. His body went into shock mode which blocked out most of the pain. But that didn't stop Hiroki from being scared for his life. He saw all the blood from the attack pooling from his stomach and slowly stain his white dress shirt into a crimson red. He started to shake. He didn't even realize he was crying. He thought about Nowaki again, which made him cry even more. Never seeing Nowaki again, not being able to tell him he loved him, that he was sorry for yelling at him that morning...

His breathing started to become harder and more staccato. Hiroki felt himself gradually slip into unconsciousness. His eyelids felt heavier and his chest heaved with every breath he took. His arms never left his abdomen. He could faintly hear the voices of the students and faculty of M University. The last thing Hiroki remembers was a group of people around him and hearing someone yell for the paramedics to come.