Hey Guys!

So, i started a new fanfic - my first JR one :O

Let me know what you think.

Edit: I updated the rating to M when i got to chapter five - chapter one through four are rated T - it IS coming people!

Misaki was broken out of his suicidal reverie by the high-pitched screams of the girls in his class. Once the piercing noise had finally Mexican waved its way across the room, he slowly detangled his hands from his chocolate colored hair, and looked up to see what all the fuss was about, blinking blearily.

He needn't have bothered.

It was evident the source of Misaki's hatred and embarrassment had just strolled past, eliciting the loud shrieks from the girls who noticed him, probably just to cause Misaki even more misfortune than he had initially bestowed. That's the type of man Usami was.

Groaning quietly, Misaki let his pounding head fall back into his supporting hands, wondering why on earth the teacher didn't say something. Oh wait, she was probably bewitched by him as well. It seemed like this whole damn school was.

His elbows slid out to the sides, and Misaki's head floated further and further downwards towards his battered wooden desk.

How many hours left of this torture? Let's think…Just another three years. If it weren't for that one stupid, careless error, he wouldn't be feeling like this now, in fact, he might even be enjoying his high school life.

Ignoring the teacher's half hearted begs for the class to quieten down (well at least she was making an effort now), Misaki cast his mind back to the situation in which he had ruined his barely begun reputation.

Yesterday, 8.45am

Heart pounding, palms sweating, Misaki entered class 1-2, sliding open the dark green door.

Oh god. What if they were all evil? What if they made fun of him?

He unsuccessfully tried to swallow the dry lump stuck in his throat. Come on Misaki, you can do this! The teacher, a glasses-wearing young woman, smiled kindly and beckoned him in further until he was standing in front of the class.

'Okay, 1-2, this is Takahashi Misaki, and he will be joining our class from today. I hope everyone is friendly and treats him kindly!' And with that, the seemingly kind teacher left Misaki on his own, floundering. The class looked at him expectantly. Oh right, self introduction, self introduction.

'U-um hello, pleased to meet y-you, I'm M-Misaki…' The boy said shakily, trailing off. His face blushed a deep crimson at the impending silence. Green eyes lowered to the ground, he waited for the teacher to allocate him a seat, wishing the floor would swallow him up. Brilliant first impression, Misaki, way to go, he thought bitterly to himself.

Luckily, the homeroom sensei picked up on his embarrassment. She cleared her throat, obviously feeling bad for the poor, bright red boy.

The teenagers looked back impassively.

'Right, Takahashi-kun, there is a seat at the back of the classroom that you are welcome to ta-'

She stopped abruptly, mid sentence, as a tall, well built male walked into the room. Misaki felt the back of his neck prickle but refused to look up. Thank god, the attention was finally diverted from him.

Almost immediately, the girls in the glass started to whisper and giggle, nudging each other and fidgeting. Misaki could have sworn he heard the distinct chime of a cell-phone camera.

'I hope I'm not interrupting anything Katamoto sensei?' A deep velvety voice caressed the crowd of avid onlookers, making the poor boy stranded at the front of the class jump in surprise. Squeals erupted from the female population, as well as a few males.

Misaki looked up from lowered lashes, eyes quickly dashing to the teacher's face and then back down at the ground. The homeroom teacher was redder than he was! Confused, he decided to keep his current stance.

'N-no not at all, Usami-kun. I was just directing the transfer student to a…' The woman's voice died on her lips for a moment, suddenly breathless at the smile the mysterious Usami was showing her, before picking up again as she cleared her throat a second time. 'A seat. At the back of the classroom.' Katamoto sensei finished weakly, hand on her chest trying to quell the desperate beating of her heart. She was glad she'd taken the job now – if she'd have known one of her students was going to be him, she would have applied much earlier.

'Oh?' The throaty, authorative voice questioned. 'Pleased to meet you…?' He stopped, wanting a name.

Misaki had no choice now but to look up – he desperately hoped his blush had faded. The soft messy brown hair gradually tilted upwards... upwards... until he was looking straight up at the imposing male, soft green orbs blinking in shock.

He felt his face heating up once again. Why?

'Takahashi Misaki.' Misaki all but whispered, eyes riveted on the cool, dusky purple eyes he found himself face to face with. His gaze trailed down, taking in the figure's entirety. Elegantly styled grey hair, perfect face, tall, well built figure with muscles barely sheathed under the school's expensive uniform, with the tie showing he was a second year student. He almost oozed pheromones.

How on earth could a seventeen year old man be so…sexy?

'Pleased to meet you Takahashi-kun. My name is Usami Akihiko.' The wonderfully full lips shaped the words and before he realized what he had done, Misaki had committed the fatal mistake.

'Oh, pleased to meet you Usagi-san.'

A stunned silence lasted all but five seconds.

Misaki's mouth dropped open in shock as he realized what he had just said. Usami's perfectly sculpted face flashed from an amused smirk to politely embarrassed for the boy within the space of a second; Misaki still caught it though. The sliver of his true personality.

A thriving red blush erupted onto his mask of horror, spreading across his cheeks like a whirlwind. He squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief. The class, shock wearing off, promptly burst into hysterical laughter, pointing and staring.

WHAT HAD HE JUST DONE?

So? Please review and tell me your thoughts!