Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica is the rightful property of Nakamura Shungiku. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.

These fics are a series of barely-connected one-shots I'm writing for Terrorist. They are set ten years into the future, after Shinobu's family discovers their relationship.

Shinobu's toes curled into the sand, and he shut his eyes, listening to the waves hit the beach. It was a humid night, but the sea breezes were cold; the sky was completely void of stars, and dark clouds threatened a storm. Shinobu barely even heeded the distant thunder. He licked the slight damp of perspiration on his top lip away, and smiled when he felt Miyagi's arm come around him, sliding his coat over Shinobu's shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"You looked cold," Miyagi replied, ruffling Shinobu's hair.

"You probably need it more, you know. The cold will make your joints ache, old man."

"Forty-five isn't old," Miyagi snapped, and Shinobu snorted and turned back to watch the ocean again.

It had been ten years since Miyagi had admitted his love for Shinobu in front of his sensei's grave. It had been six years since Shinobu had graduated from T University, with a law degree and full honors under his belt. And, it had been three years since their relationship had been discovered, and they had hastily moved away from Tokyo.

Shinobu pulled his knees up to his chest. The three weeks after their relationship had been revealled had been the toughest in Shinobu's life, and every conversation he'd had with his family to try and reach a compromise had ended in him having a shouting match with his mother, Miyagi retreating to his apartment whenever Risako tried to pin the blame on him, and his father smiply massaging his temples and emphasising how disappointed he was with the both of them, over and over again.

Perhaps, in his heart of hearts, that was what had hurt Shinobu the most. When he'd been a teenager, he'd never cared about what his father had thought; in fact, there were times when he felt he was far too overprotective. Perhaps it was more the tone of voice he'd said it in; perhaps it was just the fact that after years of forgotten birthdays and being convinced that what his father thought was best, Shinobu finally realised he was no longer a child and he didn't have to listen anymore.

Miyagi had realised that. His father had not.

Shinobu shook his head. In the end, they'd decided to move away to avoid any unnecessary drama, as his father had so aptly put it. Miyagi had found a vacant post as professor of literature at another university, Shinobu had found another job working in office while he built up experience, and his family had left them alone. He still sent his parents money from his paycheque every week, to repay them for the four years of rent he had owed them while he'd been Miyagi's neighbour.

Four years of living next to his sister's ex-husband, and said ex-husband being the only person he'd ever really been close to, and they supposedly hadn't suspected a thing.

Shinobu sighed, and he felt Miyagi shift closer to him.

"You okay, Shinobu-chin?"

"I wish you wouldn't call me that anymore," Shinobu replied, knowing full well that his lover never would stop, "I'm not a kid."

"You're still adorable, that's what counts."

"Shut up."

"Don't wannna."

"You're such a kid, Miyagi."

"I know," Miyagi chuckled, "And you're still a brat like you were ten years ago."

"Ten years..."Shinobu murmured, and he felt Miyagi's hand slip around his waist and under his shirt, thumb smoothing over pale skin.

"I probably should have said this years ago, but... I'm sorry."

"What are you saying that for, stupid? None of what's happened to us over the years is your fault. Or my fault. Or our fault."

"But your family..."

"Idiot," Shinobu murmured, snaking both of his arms around Miyagi's torso, "You're my family too."

Miyagi smiled, pressed a kiss to Shinobu's cheek and held him close, just as light flecks of rain began to fall from the sky.

"Let's go home, Shinobu-chin."

Shinobu hummed affirmitive, sliding on his shoes, and Miyagi started getting to his feet but stopped when he felt Shinobu grasp the back of his shirt. He was reminded, suddenly, of a day ten years ago that had ended with him leading a crying Shinobu out of the international airport in Tokyo, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Miyagi?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I know."

"Idiot," Shinobu huffed, "Learn to say it properly."

"Would you have me say it when you already know what I'm going say?"

Shinobu sighed, and Miyagi chuckled and pressed his lips against the shell of Shinobu's ear.

"You know I do."

It must have been good enough for Shinobu, if the slight tinge of pink that rose to his cheeks was any indication.

Smiling happily, Miyagi offered his hand to his younger lover, and Shinobu took it. And together they headed home, leaving the wind and the rain behind them.

END