Hello everyone! I'm back! Or at least I'm trying to come back. So, a small little summary of what has been going on with me for the last couple of months. School, work, school, work, summer, work…and now Vacation in Florida. So there. Haha. But, I'm going to try and get my fanfiction mojo going again so that I may try to satisfy all of those who have been dying for a new chapter cause you're just that dedicated. (which, for that, I thank you very much.) It may sound kind of rusty but lets see if we can't get it back on track.

The large fingers of the professors slowly ran through the younger mans hair, taking in each strand and allowing it to pass over his fingertips. His eyes ran up and down the gentle features of the man who lay in the bed, his skin warm and rosy from the hot water that caressed his body only moments ago. He was now sleeping soundly, his hands clutching the blanket and his legs curled around the sheets.

'It looked like all he needed was a good shower; he didn't even wait to eat.' Miyagi thought, his eyes shifting towards the now cold Curry that sat on the bedside table. 'I wanted to see him get angry at me for giving him spicy foods too. Since I know he's not very fond of them.' He couldn't help but laugh at this thought, imagining the berating he would get if Hiroki knew the mischievous plans he had for him. His hands still sat on Hiroki's scalp, moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

"Mmmm…" Hiroki moaned, rolling over to reveal a large wet spot on the pillow. Miyagi frowned once he saw this, thinking of the consequences that came with falling asleep with wet hair.

"The least you could've done was dried your hair of, Kamijou." Miyagi scolded, knowing full well the man couldn't hear him. He stood up, heading to the restroom to go get a towel for the wet man when he heard another moan escape Hiroki's lips. 'The man isn't much of a sound sleeper now is he?' He thought sarcastically.

"Mmmnn...Don't, don't go." Hiroki muttered, his hand now reaching out towards the side of the bed where Miyagi lay, his fingers curling as to gesture the man back to the bed.

"Well, it isn't like I'm going to be gone for long." Miyagi said to himself, smiling at Hiroki's sleep talk. "I'm just going to the restroom." He said as though he were talking to a fully conscious person. He strolled along into the restroom, chewing on his lip as he tried to bite back the urge to smoke until he was able to get back outside. Opening the cabinet, he searched for the nearest towel he could find, and then closed the door quietly as not to disturb his sleeping colleague.

Walking back, he heard more mutters and mumbles coming from Hiroki, which made him pause for a moment just to hear all of the sleep induced things he would say.

"Mmm…"

Miyagi sighed, a false alarm as he'd hoped to get a glimpse into Hiroki's dreams. He took the towel and covered his hand with it, taking in Hiroki's head and cradling it in his hand while he began to use the towel to soak up the excess water that had contained itself into Hiroki's copper locks. Hiroki nuzzled softly against the newfound touch, which made Miyagi smile despite his persistence in seeing Hiroki as nothing more than a serious guy who didn't have even a shred of weakness.

'At least he's docile when he's calm.' He continued to try to dry Hiroki's hair, the hair going from a few soaked lumps to a large moist cloud. Miyagi tried to contain all of his laughter as he thought of Pomeranians that were strangely close to Hiroki's hairstyle. As his hand slipped away, a small whimper escaped Hiroki's throat as he started to nuzzle into the towel and the pillow.

"No…waki."

'And even after all of this time…he's still thinking about you. He must be more attached to you than I thought…or possibly even you thought.' Miyagi tiptoed away from the bed, exiting the room as he gave one final look back at the sleeping Hiroki.

"Goodnight, you little devil."

Hiroki sat in front of his computer, his fingers tapping away furiously at the keys as his eyes remained focused on the screen. His hand deterred away for a moment, grabbing at the coffee cup and bringing it to his lips. He tilted the cup to allow the brown liquid in, only to pull away quickly and let out a small yelp as he felt the burn attack his tongue. He growled at the coffee, stopping abruptly as he realized how stupid it was to get upset with a perfectly good cup of Joe. Instead, he just laid the cup back down and continued on with his work, now completely frustrated that his tongue held onto that sting.

He jumped as he heard loud thumping noises coming from the doorway, a silhouette of Miyagi with stacks of scrolls could be seen through the window. Hiroki walked towards it, opening the door slowly before an expression of mere disbelief spread across his face. There were stacks of 7 scrolls under each arm, those of which Miyagi seemed to be holding onto for dear life.

"What…are those?" Hiroki asked, his expression going to confusion as he wondered why Miyagi had so many scrolls in the first place.

"Well, Obviously they're scrolls my dear Kamijou-kun." Miyagi cooed, giving a big grin as he nearly skipped into the room.

Hiroki couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows, even more than usual. "…I can see that, Miyagi." He started, clenching his fists slightly as to avoid crossing his arms, something he did especially when he was irritated. "What I meant was, what's written on them?"

"Words." Miyagi replied coyly, his lips quivering as he tried to maintain his poker face as long as possible.
Hiroki's eyes narrowed, nearly glaring at the man as he became fed up with the man's foolishness. He reached for a book on the shelf, throwing it swiftly at the back of Miyagi's head. Before Miyagi could react, he tossed another, nearly causing him to lose his balance. One by one the books flew at Miyagi, so much that he had to actually duck for cover.

"You smartass! You know exactly what I meant! Agh! Doing these things to annoy me! Well, how does that spine feel? Not so good, huh?" Hiroki yelled, reaching back for another book before he realized that he had thrown them all. The shelf sat empty, which made Hiroki's annoyance rise as he remembered he was the one that was going to have to replace all of them.

Miyagi's roaring laughter could be heard from behind the desk, Hiroki turning around to see him red in the face as he held his temple. "Ahh, still got such an arm I see." He teased.

"Well, of course. I still have to uphold some of my strength for those lazy ones." Hiroki said with a smirk, referring back to his students that so graciously got him his nickname in the first place. "Besides, you deserved it. You annoying old man."

"You know you don't mean that." Miyagi whined, shuffling over to Hiroki's side of the room with open arms, only to be met with a hand to the face. His arms flung around Hiroki, causing him to put both hands on the mans face and push with all of his might.

"Ah! Miyagi, get off! I'll file for Sexual Harassment!" He threatened, hoping it would deter him enough so that he could get away. But instead, Miyagi seemed to be trying to grab on even harder. The two of them stood in the awkward position, Hiroki still pushing away while Miyagi tried to wrestle him to the ground. The two were so busy fighting they couldn't hear the sounds of the footsteps coming towards the door.

The click that came after the turning of the doorknob was all they heard, both turning to see a teenage boy looking back at them. His large grey eyes were opened so wide he looked as though he were a deer in headlights, his small hands brushing the sandy brown hair out of his face while he just stared at the two.

Miyagi's surprised expression and lack of force allowed Hiroki to push him off, giving a huff as he straightened his shirt. "And as I was saying Miyagi, No PDA in the office!" Hiroki snapped, tightening his tie.

Miyagi looked back at the teen standing in the doorway, still trying to collect his thoughts before the worst was to happen.

"You…You cheater! Liar! I thought you were doing work here, but instead I see you're just fooling around with your stupid secretary!" The boy shrieked, giving a quick glare to Hiroki before slamming the door behind him.

Hiroki didn't know what to say, or what to do for that matter. His mouth hung open as he thought about the title he was just given by a boy he'd never even met. 'Secretary? The nerve of kids these days! I'm number one in the literature dept for God's sake! He could at least show some respect!'

"I'm sorry about that, Kamijou." Miyagi said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "He's a little…outrageous."

"Who the heck was that kid anyways?"

"Just a friend of mine, don't worry about it. He's just a bit protective of me." Miyagi waved Hiroki's words off, thinking of something to change the subject a bit.

"So…have you talked to Kusama-kun?" Miyagi asked, glancing over at Hiroki who jumped at the name. 'Obviously he's still a bit uncomfortable with it.'He thought, rubbing his chin as he examined Hiroki's expressions.

"Why do you ask?" Hiroki said, now turning away as to not meet eye to eye with Miyagi.

"Just curious, I mean, it seems like your mind is wrapped around him quite a bit still." Miyagi retorted, seeing if he couldn't draw out what was on Hiroki's mind the night before.

"Not even!" Hiroki bluffed, crossing his arms as to get his point across. "I don't want anything to do with that guy. Ugh, the jerk." He added, almost as though he were trying to prove something to himself more than Miyagi.

"Then why were you mumbling his name in your sleep?"

Hiroki froze, his mind nearly going numb upon hearing such a fact. "What?" He muttered, hoping that Miyagi was just playing a silly joke on him. "Miyagi, don't play tricks, you know I hate that."

"I'm serious, Hiroki." He tried using his first name, almost feeling goose bumps crawling up his arm as it rolled off his tongue. He wasn't used to speaking so seriously to Hiroki, and it almost made him feel bad once he saw Hiroki's tense shoulders loosen.

'I…I said his name? Was I really thinking of him that much? No, Hiroki, pull it together! You can't go getting all weak over something silly like that.' Hiroki turned on his heels to face Miyagi who was still staring him down. "Don't think using my first name is going to scare me at all! Besides, I was probably having a dream about punching a guy like that in the face."

"Or maybe you need him more than you think you do." Miyagi said, pulling the cigarettes from his pocket as he felt the urge rising as the tension grew in the room.

Hiroki still couldn't meet Miyagi's gaze, knowing that there was so much truth behind his words that it hurt. The room filled with silence, the scent of a freshly burning cigarette made its way through the room.

"listen, I need to go tend to my little…partner in crime over there, but, You should really give him a call." Miyagi insisted, picking himself up as to avoid any more awkward silence and quickly exiting from the room.

Hiroki waited until the door closed, leaning backwards against the bookshelf and sliding downwards until his bottom met the floor.

'How do I even face him? With the way I ran out of there, I'm not surprised if he thinks I want nothing to do with him.'

He buried his face into his hands, rubbing his eyes as he tried to think of what he could say.

Nowaki sat in his office, waiting for his next appointment to come through. He couldn't help but be overcome with his own amount of stress, staring at his phone screen as though he expected it to speak to him.

'Will he ever call, should I call him? No, Miyagi said he would. I have to wait it out!' Nowaki was almost at a battle of wits with himself, using all self control to make sure he wouldn't fall victim to the temptation.

He heard the door open, nearly dropping his phone in surprise as he tried to regain composure and look as serious and business like as he could. "Er, hello! Welcome. Take a seat." He said, gesturing for the person to come sit down.

"No, I'm fine thank you." The other spoke quietly, still standing in the doorway.

Nowaki stared at the other, waiting to see what their next move would be. "Well, at least close the door behind you, and allow me to open the curtains, at least so you can see."

The other said nothing, the light that came from behind slowing dissipating as it closed.

The light from the outdoors flooded the room, making the two squint a bit as it hit. "Ahh, much better I say."Nowaki spoke cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood. "Now then, lets get started, shall we?"

Before he could even walk back to his chair, he felt a hand wrap around his arm. The grip was light, but enough to make him stop in place to see what was going on.

"Pardon me, but I have to at least get back to my seat so I have a proper place to sit down and write." He laughed sheepishly. He turned around to try and pry the other off of him, feeling the unusual warmth of the others hand as they met.

'These hands are so warm…reminds me of Hiroki.'

"I'm sorry if this comes out a bit strange, but your hands remind me of another patient of mine. His hands were always so hot, perhaps you two share some blood along the line." He joked, still holding onto the hand as it was revealed in the light. He allowed himself to examine it for a moment, noticing how much smaller it appeared in comparison to his own.

"They're small too...Just like his. That's just uncanny." A bit of surprise laced in his tone.

"Jeez, they're not that small!" the other hissed, his hand jerking away from Nowaki. "Besides, your hands are too cold anyways."

'They sound alike too! Why, if I didn't know any better…' He looked up at the face of the stranger in his room, allowing himself to get a good look. "Hiroki?" He questioned.

Hiroki had been looking at the floor the entire time, trying not to show his flustered expression as well as his now bright red cheeks to Nowaki. He shook his head, thinking quickly for an excuse.

"I just came down here because I forgot something. My erm…my pen! Yes, yes, that's it." He said, still looking down at the floor while he walked past, scanning the floor to see if he couldn't locate one hiding in the carpet.

"Wait, Hiroki!" Nowaki called after him, a moment too late. A loud thump could be heard as Hiroki's head met with the wall, a small groan escaping his lips before he wobbled and fell sideways onto the floor.

"Are you alright?" Nowaki asked, running over to the professor lying on the floor. Hiroki held his forehead, still groaning in pain as the pounding in his temples began. "I'll go get you an ice pack, don't move." Nowaki laid him back down carefully onto the floor.

'Stop acting like you care so much…idiot.'

So, I tried to see if I couldn't get this train back on the tracks. Let me know if I did a good job…No, seriously. xD Ah, it feels good to try and get back into the writing game though. I do realize that there's no real background/imagery description here, and I will get more of that back in. I promise!