Akihiko shivered as he walked down the crowded street with Aikawa and Misaki. He ended up going with them, just in case something happened. Aikawa didn't mind and Misaki seemed rather pleased with his choice as he walked next to Akihiko.

Misaki was wearing his only hoodie and a military-green beanie. His tail was tucked down another too-big pair of pants, allowing his soft tail to relax.

Occasionally Aikawa's phone would vibrate in her purse which would end up in her chatting happily a few feet ahead of the two males.

Misaki looked around curiously, observing the traffic lights and cars passing by. It was like a fresh walk down the memory-lane, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. He remembered the dirty smell, freshly-painted pavement and people rushing home to their families. It didn't feel like home at all.

Suddenly a car honked loudly and Misaki quickly jumped. He grabbed a hold of AKihiko's arm in fear. He tightened the grip as more cars started to make more noise, causing Akihiko to look down at the shivering boy.

"Here." Akihiko offered his hand, and Misaki couldn't help but to look confused, staring intently at the hand.

He noticed that Aikawa was too far away and grabbed Misaki's hand, dragging him down the street. Misaki had to grab his beanie in order to keep it in place as they ran up to the woman.

"There you are!" Aikawa snapped her phone shut and placed a hand on her hip."Where have you guys been?"

"Relax," Aikihiko sighed. "You only had to wait for like 5 seconds."

Aikawa tilted her head and spotted Misaki, trying to catch his breath after the long run. When he was finally able to breathe properly, he noticed that they were still holding hands, fingers entwined in a tight grip.

The young boy blushed furiously and tried to make the author let go of his hand, waving it up and down, but the older man only brought their hands up to his lips and kissed the tip of Misaki's fingers.

"Problem?" The author smirked down at him and Misaki could feel his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"As much as I enjoy this, we don't have all day and it's freezing outside! Come on, Misaki-kun! Let's go inside and find you some cute clothes~!" Aikawa smiled happily.

Akihiko sighed and crossed his arms like a stubborn child, unsatisfied with the fact that he wasn't able to tease the teen more.

And now, Akihiko was forced to wait outside as his editor and most likely by now-roommate were looking for brand new clothes for the teen.

And he was left out here in the cold like and abandoned puppy.

But then again it's the perfect opportunity for a cigarette. ( Or two, considering he's been restraining himself because of Misaki's presence. )

"Akihiko."

The man turned around, cigarette lit and dangling from his lips.

"Hiroki"

Hiroki scowled at his childhood friend, clutching his bag as he glared at the author in front of him.

"Smoking again?"

Akihiko shrugged. "Probably."

Hiroki sighed. "Anyway, what are you outside, don't you have a manuscript you have to finish?"

"Actually," Akihiko took a drag from his cigarette " I'm waiting for my editor and a friend of mine.

"Friend?" Hiroki knew for sure that Akihiko wasn't close to many people, let alone had many friends. Hiroki tilted his head. " You don't have any friends." He stated with a blank expression.

"Very funny." Akihiko said. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Books." Hiroki said, slightly annoyed.

"Of course." Akihiko sighed and brought the cigarette to his lips.

"And, uhm," Hiroki blushed "I'm picking something up for Nowaki."

"Oh?" Akihiko asked. "How come he's not with you?"

Hiroki looked down at his shoes with a sad expression. "That's because…Nowaki is different."

There was a few seconds of silence before Akihiko finally spoke, "I see."

When they finally got back home, Akihiko was relieved to finally feel the warmth of his own home while Misaki was twirling and showing off his new clothes to Akihiko, as if asking him if he liked it.

There was a hole cut at the back of his jeans that now fit him perfectly. He was wearing a lime-green t-shirt and a pair of wristbands (Aikawa's suggestion.) His tailed swayed back and forth, impatiently looking up at the author with a small smile complimenting his soft features.

"It looks good on you." Akihiko smiled down at the boy.

Misaki got even more excited and ran to the author and hugged him from behind as he the author turned to leave the kitchen.

Akihiko froze, shocked by the sudden action of his younger friend. Smiling occasionally and being close to each other like this certainly felt weird. It was as if the whole world was complete because of this teenager.

Misaki brought his hands up to Akihiko's chest and hugged him tighter, nuzzling his back. The author took one of Misaki's hands and brought it up to his lips again, kissing the digits softly as if they was the most fragile thing in the world.

Misaki blushed and his ears flattened. His was beating really fast again and he couldn't help but to high him even tighter, nearly squeezing the life out of the man.

"Usagi-san" Misaki whispered into the man's back and once again, Akihiko froze.

"Please…" He said slightly louder this time, looking up at the back of the man's head.

"S-stay." He said pleadingly.

Akihiko quickly turned around and faced large, olive-green eyes. His voice was one of the most angelic voices he had ever heard; it made him feel all soft inside like a marshmallow.

He cupped the boys face. " You can speak?"

But Misaki quickly shook his head, looking down at his feet.

"Look at me." Akihiko commanded and Misaki did as he was told, this time with a more desperate look in his eyes.

The man leaned down, closer to Misaki's face. He traced the pattern of the neko's soft, plush and pink lips with his thumb, but instead of kissing them, he moved his lips down to his neck instead.

Misaki let out a low moan as the man gently pressed his lips to his delicate neck, occasionally sucking and leaving a mark, claiming the boy.

"You have no idea how you make me feel." Akihiko whispered into the boy's ear, his hot breath tickling his earlobe.

Misaki shivered. "U-Usagi-san…"

Akihiko tugged at the hem of Misaki's t-shirt. " It would be such a shame to take off these clothes when we already bought them." He said as he nuzzled the brunette's neck, his chocolate brown locks brushing against his cheek.

"I don't think I can hold back much longer." Misaki looked at the rabbit, obviously confused by the man's words.

But instead of continuing his previous actions, Akihiko kissed his forehead as a goodnight kiss.

"Misaki…usage…s-sleep?" He asked as he took a hold of the man's cold, large hand before he was able to enter his bedroom.

Akihiko looked down at the boy, amused by his words.

"You want to sleep in my bed? With me?" He pointed at Misaki's chest, then back to his.

Misaki nodded.

"Alright then." The author smiled and entwined their fingers as they headed for the bedroom.