AN: As the title indicates, Kamijou is going to go on a date with a woman… but not until the 8th chapter. This story will have cameos from many characters from JR.

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He never thought the day would come.

In fact, since age ten, it had seemed quite unfathomable.

Kamijou Hiroki had a date...

With a woman.

Nowaki was not going to like this.

Kamijou had the feeling he'd like it even less.

How did this horrible atrocity come to be? Let's venture back about 6 hours...

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Hurriedly, Kamijou headed down one of M University's longest halls toward his classroom. He'd gotten into a bit of a debate with Miyagi, regarding a book that one of them hated and the other loved.

Naturally, the debate had gone on a tad too long, and before he knew it, Miyagi had won by default; Kamijou was now running late.

Nearly stampeding over a couple of students who were kneeling on the floor picking up some papers that they'd dropped, the demon professor glowered.

His morning had already started off a bit rough, and it didn't seem to be calming down any as the day went on.

He opened the door to his classroom and felt a smirk tug at his lips when each student turned to face front, sitting up perfectly straight.

He glanced at the clock. He was exactly one minute late. That was not good. He'd scold and glower at any of his students if they had come late to class. This would be his death.

He decided against any excuses, instead opting to arch his brow at the clock. Then he tapped his watch, sporting a confused expression.

Perfect.

The students looked even tenser, now. As Kamijou had suspected, they obviously had thought they could use this against him, and now that it was 'a broken watch,' they had nothing- NOTHING!

Yes, Kamijou was slick. Perhaps the rest of his day could be salvaged.

Elsewhere, Miyagi Yoh was placing a tack on his assistant's chair for calling his favorite character in one of his favorite books 'one-dimensional' and 'transparent.'

He'd already convinced Kamijou that once he finished reading the sequel, he would gain a new understanding of his beloved character, but this would help teach his condescending assistant not to be so opinionated when it came to the things others loved. It probably wouldn't even hurt that much- Kamijou was probably well used to ass-pain, after all.

'Why am I such a dick, today?' Miyagi sighed, removing the tack. 'I'm the only pain in the ass,' he thougt.

"Miyagi-kun!" The dean threw the door open, happily. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Gakubuchou!" Miyagi turned, closing his hand quickly to hide the tack. He smiled, eye twitching when he felt blood seep through his clenched fist.

His eye gave another twitch when his ex-wife, Risako, peered around her father's shoulder.

"Good morning, Yoh." Risako nodded to him and he closed his eyes, smiling.

"Good morning, Risako."

"Does Kamijou have a class, right now?" The dean frowned, checking his watch.

"Ah- yes." Miyagi nodded.

"Sorry, Risako, I can't leave without giving this to him," the dean sighed, placing the folder he was holding under his arm. "We'll have to wait."

"If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to give it to him," Miyagi offered.

"Ah- I'd let you, but it's confidential." The dean shrugged. "I appreciate it, though."

'Confidential? And I can't see? Wonder what's up,' Miyagi thought, blinking.

"That Kamijou guy," Risako brought the men's attention to her, suddenly. "He's fairly young for an assistant professor, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Miyagi agreed. "He's twenty nine. Same as me."

Risako rolled her eyes in a manner that she often did when she was about to patronize Miyagi, and he clenched his fist tighter in anticipation of the admonishment. This absent-mindedly inflicted more pain on his tack-penetrated palm.

"Yes, yes, you're twenty-nine again," she huffed and the dean chuckled.

"Me, too!"

"So he's my age," Risako stroked her chin, thoughtfully. "I used to think older men were more alluring, but some men who are older are not necessarily more mature. That Kamijou, he seems quite mature, doesn't he, Yoh?"

Ignoring the direct stab at his pride, Miyagi smiled. "Yes, he's extremely mature- very intelligent, and-"

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Risako asked, suddenly.

Miyagi fell silent.

Oh shit.

The dean blinked, suddenly interested. "He's not married, is he? At twenty nine, he should really settle down."

"He really should, hmm?" Risako turned to Miyagi. "So? Does he?"

"Ah… Kamijou is married to his work, like me," Miyagi laughed, nervously.

"Ah, you're both married to the same job?" the Dean teased.

"Guess everyone you ever marry will end up cheating on you," Risako quipped and the men laughed nervously at the tension looming in the air. As if to ease it, Risako made another joke; "You're practically married to my brother."

Miyagi's face paled as he smiled, nervously. "Yeah?"

"You hang around him often-enough. Honestly, you have too much tolerance."

"Ahahahah… hah… ahh…" He held his hands behind his back. "Um, so-"

"Don't you have a class starting, pretty soon, Miyagi-kun?" the dean glanced at his watch.

"Not for another ten minutes, but I guess I could head off, early. You two will probably be waiting over an hour on Kamijou, you should go catch lunch or something- nice to see you again, Risako."

She huffed, averting her gaze and the dean frowned, obviously feeling guilty for having brought her to work, or allowing her to come.

He had made some promise to Miyagi at one point that this very type of awkward situation would not occur.

Oh well.

As he headed out, Miyagi heard Risako speaking to her father.

"I think you should ask that Kamijou guy to go on a date with me."

After that, Miyagi hurried to the bathroom to clean the blood from his hand.

To be continued…