I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! DX I am a complete failure when it comes to stories like this one. The setting has more than likely been used a lot. DX Yes,I am a fan of the Junjou Romantica series! :D I love it. Personally, I love Egoist a lot more...I can relate to Hiroki and his huge stack of books. They surround my room like another wall...XD

Funny thing that happened recently (well, not that recently.), I commented on someone's Junjou fanfic a while ago. I had spent hours playing BlazBlue: Continuum Shift before that, so when I read Aikawa Yayoi as Usagi's pen name, I was all 'Holy Crap, she used a BlazBlue character's family name in her story!' *Fan girl squee* Then I pressed the review button and said something similar. It wasn't until 20 min. later that I remembered that Yayoi is the pen name Usagi-san actually uses and wasn't made up by the author of the fan fic...By that point I was slamming my head on my desk. I just realized some people might not get this. I feel beyond stupid now. Anywho's thank you for reading my ramble there...T.T I now present to you the flippin' story that refused to leave my trail of thoughts.

Almost forgot! Disclaimer: No, I do not own Junjou. If I did, it wouldn't be as awesome. XD

1.

"Open up page 60 to complete your assignment, I'll pass out your quiz scores from last week." Immediately books opened and the students began to work, fearing the infamous wrath of the literature professor. Returning to his desk, Hiroki searched for the graded papers. When none were found, he stopped his pointless searching.

'Where could I have left them?' Re-tracing his steps, he remembered Nowaki kissing him good morning (He blushed at the memory.), rushed to the bathroom to get ready, eating breakfast with Nowaki, setting down the papers on the coffee table to fix his tie (only to have Nowaki do it for him.), then Nowaki gave him his now usual good-bye kiss (Blushed even more), then left for the university.

He buried his face in his hands. "Damn, now I have to call him to drop them off." As if on cue his cell phone vibrated. Pulling it out he stared at the little screen. A text from Nowaki.

From: Nowaki

Hiro-San, you left some papers on the table. Will you need them?

If so, I can drop them off on my way to work.

Somewhat relieved, yet unnerved Hiroki sent back his response.

Yeah, go ahead and come to

the classroom. I can't leave

until the students finish.

Hiroki had a feeling he was going to regret this.


He was right. The moment Nowaki came in, every girl there had their eyes on him. Hiroki's jealousy flared.

'Don't look at him, you harpies!' He shouted in his mind, glaring at the girls. Then he looked at Nowaki, he was giving him that smile again. That smile that always got Hiroki to do anything for the taller man. The very same smile that made Hiroki's heart pound and-what the hell? Hiroki shook his head. 'Where did those come from? Argh, what am I a girl?'

"Here you go Hiro-San." He said, giving Hiroki the papers. The students began to whisper.

"Did he just call him 'Hiro-San'?

"H-he didn't throw him anything!"

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, they're clearly not related. I wonder if they're-"

Before they could finish discussing their suspicions, they were suddenly pelted by flying pieces of chalk, books and anything Hiroki could get hold of.

"Stop trying to whisper and do your work!" He yelled at them. Nowaki chuckled and ruffled Hiroki's hair, "Don't be so mean, Hiro-San." Hiroki slapped his hand away and threw a bit of chalk at his lover's forehead.

"S-shut up, brat! Hurry up and get to work or you'll be late." he fussed. Nowaki frowned, "True, well then..." he leaned into Hiroki's ear and whispered, "See-you later, Hiro-San." Smirking, he turned around, leaving a pink faced Hiroki.

Suddenly he stopped a couple inches away from the door. Once again Hiroki's cell phone vibrated, he took it from his pocket and read..

From: Nowaki

P.S. I love you.

Hiroki's face went from pink to dark red in two seconds flat. "Idiot!" He said, throwing another piece of chalk at his boyfriend. Laughing, Nowaki quickly exited the classroom before his lover found something heavier than chalk to throw at him.


Inside the classroom, students were shocked. Though the young man that left had been called an idiot, Kamijou the devil, was smiling like one.


^^ If you made it through, thank you for bothering. X) I appreciate it. I could not find a way to take away those idiotic spaces in between the supposed text message, so I apologize for that. Well, once again thank you for reading. Reviews are encouraged! XD

~Nether