To Wonder What-If

Warnings: Implied frottage. Cursing. Akihiko being sad.

This is Usagi-san's reaction. There will be more drama, hence the genre of Hurt/Comfort.

Irritating Insecurities

"Usagi-san," Misaki smiled as he packed away the groceries, "I met a new friend today."

Akihiko's head sprang up from the cans he was about to put away in the cupboards, hitting his head in the process.

"Itetetetete," he yelped, rubbing the, now sore, spot on his head.

Misaki frowned, and then walked closer to the man. He took his head in his hands and gently prodded at the spot.

"Misaki," Usagi-san whimpered, moving away from his grasp.

"Sorry, Usagi-san," he apologized, "I had to check it."

The silver-haired man just nodded his reluctant agreement, "You met a new friend, today?"

"Yeah," Misaki answered, "His name's Takatsuki Shinobu."

"Where did you meet him?" Usagi-san arched a silver brow, arms crossed. Misaki's face softened a great deal. After that whole fiasco with Ijuuin-sensei, Usagi-san had been trying to not get as jealous and possessive, without reason.

"The grocery store; he had an entire cart full of cabbages."

"Cabbage?" He questioned.

"Yeah. The poor guy doesn't know how to cook, and begged me to teach him."

Usagi-san grew tense, nodding his head tightly. "O-okay."

"He invited me to his place."

Usagi-san shook his head furiously, "No."

"Excuse me?"

"No, you're not going."

"I believe I'll choose whether or not I do."

Usagi-san just walked away from the conversation, "No, not after Sumi, not after my brother, and definitely not after that manga-ka."

"Usagi-san, no one will try and take me away!"

"Yes, they will, Misaki!" He yelled, his back turned, then lowered his tone significantly, "I'm going to go finish my novel."

Misaki just walked back to the cans, setting them down on the counter with force. "Stupid fucking rabbit," he grumbled under his breath. "So possessive; no fucking trust..."

Misaki placed elbows on the counter and leaned them, dropping his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his soft chocolate-brown hair. He sighed, picked up his head, and just mentally reminded himself to talk to him tomorrow, when they both had the chance to calm down.

Later that night, Misaki was saddened to see that Usagi-san could barely look at him. And when he did, he just looked so depressed.

'It's as if he's just waiting for me to up and leave,' Misaki mused, cuddling up to his side. Usagi-san turned off the lights, holding Misaki to him tightly.

When he finally succumbed to sleep, he dreamt of insecurities, Usagi-san's big hands, and tears he had shed after rejection.

The next day, Akihiko woke up feeling like an idiot. However, he couldn't help the scenarios racing through his mind. So many things had happened, and Misaki was nearly torn from him so many times.

Of course, he was being melodramatic. Misaki was downstairs, making breakfast, and he was bound to feel downright terrible for making a new friend of all the things.

Akihiko got dressed quickly, jogging down the stairs.

When he saw Misaki at the stove, frying some eggs, he immediately wrapped his arms around the teen's smaller waist, observing him cook, chin resting comfortably on his head.

Misaki was still bummed out about their fight over Takatsuki-kun. Usagi-san was just so possessive, and with Misaki's own reluctance to express his feelings, insecurities grow and fester.

It wasn't fair to his lover at all, especially since the man tried so hard. But Misaki knew, that in return, he tried his best to express how he felt... through actions, more than words.

He got a plate and gently placed one of the eggs on it, continuing this process until the eggs were gone from the pan.

It wasn't long before he had toasted bread, buttered it, and set the table.

And throughout this, Usagi-san hung on, and Misaki never once complained.

Later on, when Misaki was preparing to leave for work, Usagi-san turned him around and kissed him. Misaki sighed, immediately kissing his lover back, arms wrapping around the older man's neck.

"I love you, Misaki," he said softly, lips still touching. The brunet gave a soft smile in return. "If Takatsuki-kun needs cooking lessons... go."

The teen's eyes widened, "A-are you sure?"

Usagi-san nodded his head, smiling sadly, "Just let me know beforehand, please?"

Misaki hesitantly looked at his rabbit's lips, and kissed him for a few seconds.

He ran out as soon as possible, though. After all, that took a lot out of him. "Ittekimasu!"

"Itterashai."

The silver-haired man stared at the monitor of his laptop. And he stared. And he stared.

Sighing, the man saved his work and logged off, putting it to charge.

Deciding he needed to clear his head, he walked down the stairs, grabbed his keys, and put on his shoes.

Driving did a world of good for him, cleared up the mass of negative thoughts from his head, and he decided to finish it up by talking to Hiroki, who worked at Mitsuhashi University as a literature professor. His childhood friend would surely call him an idiot and give him another perspective.

The walk down the hallway was silent, the only sound audible being his own footfalls. He could hear some murmurs from the doors, signaling on-going classes.

Not even bothering to knock on the door to the office, Akihiko burst inside. And stopped.

Two men were locked in an intimate embrace, kissing passionately. The smaller one, he had sandy-brown hair, was wrestling off the larger man's shirt with increasing difficulties. Both were seated in a chair, the former sitting comfortably in the latter's lap.

"Shinobu," he whined, "You know what Kamijou will do if he sees us having sex in here again."

"I don't care," the smaller one whined.

Akihiko decided that the best thing to do was to clear his throat. And he did so, reluctantly. It had been some time since he'd gotten a show like this, after all.

So, after he cleared his throat, the couple sprang apart. Shinobu, the brunet, was panting, clothing askew. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, lips bruised, and he had a noticeable bulge in his pants.

The older man was similar in appearance, though his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down. His cheeks weren't as flushed, but he was definitely panting.

Akihiko leaned against the doorway, "Takatsuki-kun, I presume?"

Shinobu arched an eyebrow, "Yes, and you are...?"

"If you ever need Misaki to teach you how to cook, and he hesitates, let him know I am one hundred percent on board with it."

And with that, the man left, in a much happier mood.

'I wonder if I could write a new series for them...'

Author's Note:

I love Usagi-san and Misaki. While they didn't meet on the best of terms, they have grown quite a bit.

I picture Usagi-san being a big insecure dude and covering it up with bravado. "I can do whatever I want, since I am the great Lord Usami Akihiko. Ho ho ho!"

It just seems as if he just wasn't shown a lot of affection as a child, the big ol' teddy bear. I just wanna squeeze him.

And Misaki is just taking things at his own pace, but just wishes he wasn't such a burden. In his mind, if he hadn't had made that new friend, Usagi-san wouldn't be in pain.

But Usagi-san is a big boy, now. He has thought over it and the decisions he's recently made, and is trying not to prevent Misaki from meeting new people, despite his insecurities. They just need to cuddle more.