Hello readers. This isn't my first hand at wrighting but the first that I am going to publish. It is about 2am where I am and I'm sure I'm not the only one awake.

Anyway this is a Junjou Romantica story ,which I have no rights over, and this is what happens in my version of events.

Blurb

He never thought in his lifetime that he will ever find someone who makes him feel the way Mr. Akihiko makes him feel. Not after the torment Miski had to endure.

"Get off me. No, I can't ... don't... you can't make me ..."

Misaki awoke startled and in a hot mess. He desparetly tried to catch his breath, taking gulps of air to even his breathing. He wished this was only a dream but for Misaki this was a distant memory that he has been attemting to banish from his mind for just under a century.

He decided to cast it aside for now, as he did every morning, and prepare for the day ahead. He started with his clothes, arranging them neatly and in order on his perfectly made light blue bed, not a crease in sight. Then to the shower, wash cloth to the right and towl to the left, not too much strawberry scented soap and a healthy dosing of water. Toothbrush in the same place as always and a pea sized amount of toothpaste, brush for 2 minutes, then one capfull of mouthwash.

Lets just say Misaki is a perfectionist in everything that he does. He may have not had the best start in life and even though his adult life was rules, rightfull places and perfection, it was his life and his OCD made him feel safe and at home.

Misaki didn't really have much in a way of a job but he helped out at the local homeless shelter, using his skills in the kitchen, and for him that was enough. He was meant to be in school but he struggled to get along with his peers and the only person he remotly liked was his art teacher Mr. Alyagi, he wasn't really the type of teacher you would go to for homework troubles or problem solving but the man new how to talk to teens and realated to them in many ways, well he was more of a man child then an adult but this didn't matter to Misaki he was the only one in his whole school that he could talk too and he enjoyed his teachers company.

This was Misaki's goal for today, go to school and speak to Mr. Alyagi about what he should do about his education. You see missing all that school had it's cosequences and not being able to gradruate was one of them. Misaki finshed getting ready, said his fairwells to his brother and made his way to school.

The hallways where as dull as always, Mr. Alyagi had suggested decorating them with some of the studemts art work, but after an instdent with some spay paint the idea was cast aside. Down the end of the coridoor in an old musty classroom to the left was the art room. The walls where covered in art work, some good, some bad and some just alfull but Mr. Alyagi said all art is good art.

"Good morning, Sir." Misaki announced brightly when he saw his only friend.

The nearly 60 year old man looked up from his desk and adjusted his tiny spectacles from the tip to the bridge of his nose. "Oh, hello Misaki, how's my favorate truent today?" His voice was thick and low and many people thought he was intimerdating but Misaki new he was just a big softy.

"Actually Sir, I was wondering if you could help me? With my grades being so bad Ms. Samashi said there was a slim chance of graduating..."

"Misaki," Mr. Alyagi interupted, "Ms. Samashi is a stuck up, bitter, old woman. She's probably given the same speach to all her students, pay her no mind."

"Yes, but sir, in my case I fear she's not wrong. I need something to bring my grades up quickly otherwise there's no chance of me getting into Mitsuhashi University." Misaki said with a little sigh.

His teacher, now intrigued with this new discovary about Misaki's future. "Mitsuhashi, that's quite the goal. Why there though, I mean you must have more of an achivable goal then the best University in Tokio?"

Misaki was a little offended by the tackless remark but knew that his teacher had a point, he hadn't applied to any other university just because he had his mind set but if he didn't get in he had no full back and it was too late to start applying now. "What can I do sir, I need to get in othetwise I won't just be working in a homeless shelter!"

"Misaki there is no reason to get tied up in knots about this. One of my old students, your brothers friend I belive, was just like you. He stuggled to get along with his class mates and hardly turned up for class, but the boy was studious and studdied law at Mitsuhashi, and now he's one on the most well known writters in japan."

Misaki looked at his teacher confused, "So I just have to be more studious and everything will be fine." Misaki said in a sarcastic tone.

Mr. Alyagi looked at him sternly. "No Misaki, what I mean is I still know him. I could ask him to tuture you and if he is still good friends with your brother I'm sure he won't refuse."

Misaki was genuinely shocked, an offor to be tutured by one of the best writers in japan. He couldn't refuse it, he really needed to get his grades up, but he hated the idea of puting someone in a possition where they really don't have a choise. He thought for a moment wondering what he should do when he heard his teachers phone dialing. "Wait!..."

"Ahh hello Mr. Usumi, I'm not sure if you remeber me or not. It's your old teacher Mr. Alyagi ... Yes, yes, you too my boy, Now tell me are you still in contact with that friend of yours, Takahashi ... Good, how is he? ... Ah I see, well the reason I'm calling is beause his younger brother is in highschool now and his grades are a bit ... Yes exactly that ... Good, so it's okay, I mean you have time to help him ... Oh thats just magnificant, thank you so much Akihiko ... Yes you too my boy, take care now."

Mr Alyagi put down the phone and looked up to see a face of complete horror, he plastered a hudge smile on his face and said "Now there's your ticket to Mitsuhashi university." He wrote something down and handed it to Misaki. "he's expecting you there at 5pm tomorrow, thats the address. Serously though Misaki this a rarer than a golden ticket, so don't be late. Now get out of here and get to class you truent.

Misaki left without saying anything. He had heard that name before, everyone had Akihiko Usumi was one of Japans rare talents. The title of best writer was an understatement, he was a genius, and now he was going to be Misaki's tuture. A golden ticket indeed.

AN: HEY IM EVIL BOO. A BIG THANK YOU TOO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO ARE READING THIS. PLEASE COMMENT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK.

NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO HAVE AKIHIKO AND MISAKI I PROMISE

AKIHIKO: HEY EVIL BOO WHY DID YOU SIDE LINE ME IN THIS CHAPTER ARN'T I THE MAIN EVENT.

EVIL BOO: DON'T BE SO IMPATIENT. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ALL ABOUT YOU.

AKIHIKO: CAN'T YOU JUST SKIP TO THE HOT AND HEAVY WITH ME AND MISAKI. MY GREEN EYED ANGLE NEEDS TO BE LOOKED AFTER.

EVIL BOO: YOUR THE WTIGHTER HERE YOU SHOULD KNOW MORE THAN ANYONE THAT YOU NEED BUILD UP TO HEAVY PARTS TO MAKE THEM MEAN MORE.

AKIHIKO: FINE JUST DONT TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME ABOUT IT

EVIL BOO: HA HA HA ...

ANYWAY GUYS THANKING YOU I'LL UPDATE SOON HOPE YOU ENJOY SEE YOU NEXT TIME :nP