Author Note: Just a thought I had inspired by a certain fan art that I came across. Not meant as anything more than mere crack. Please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica or any of the characters. (Unfortunately x3 There'd be a third season if I did!)
He'd always known that he wasn't completely right in the head- or at least, in his mind.
What with the 'Hiro-san! Hiro-san! Hiro-san!" all the time, and the constant touching.
This didn't come as a surprise.
It'd been a Sunday full of grading test papers while ridiculing his idiot students for not paying attention to his teaching. It seemed that they would rather focus their attention on their cellphones. It was a danger game to play while in his classroom. "It wouldn't kill them to shut up and listen." he'd grumbled to himself, glancing at the clock.
He was more than half way through the stack of papers, and it was only mid-afternoon.
Nowaki wasn't due back for another few hours. It was his turn to start dinner at any rate, so he didn't need to run out to buy ingredients, or get anything ready.
Sighing, Hiroki capped his red pen before tossing it atop the stack of unmarked tests that he still had to get through before the next day. He figured he'd do it after dinner.
Figuring he had the time, he relaxed against the couch to relax.
A few hours later, he felt himself coming to. He couldn't place it, but something was out of place.
Something warm...
His nose twitched.
Something wet...
An eyebrows furrowed.
The warm, wet feel of movement...
His eyes snapped open, immediately directing themselves to the source of his awakening.
Cinnamon eyes met blue. He practically jumped out of his skin.
"Gwah! Nowaki! What the hell!?" he all but roared, trying to scramble back on the couch. The man's grip on his foot halted him though.
"You're awake, Hiro-san. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." the tall man greeted him, offering that goofy grin that Hiroki loved. (though he wouldn't admit it)
"W-what are you doing?! Let me go!" he sputtered, still trying to yank his foot out of Nowaki's grasp.
"You have such cute feet. I couldn't help myself." he reasoned. It was the first day that Hiroki hadn't been wearing socks because of the heat of the oncoming Summer.
It only made it harder for Nowaki to resist his uke's irresistable feet. Even if he was a man, he had delicate, cute little feet.
It was then, as Nowaki made to rub at his foot, that Hiroki knew two things;
One: He was quite ticklish. It took everything he had within him not to squirm about as he faintly bit at his lip.
and Two: Nowaki clearly had a foot fetish.
There was no escape as he looked into those eager blue eyes, the man's strong grip stopping his movements.
He was sure that all the surrounding neighbours heard his scream.
Nothing more than some insight into one of Nowaki's many Hiro-fetishes xD Please R&R