(A/N):: Written for no apparent reason. I was bored and wanted a short fic to post. Enjoy.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
-William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream

Usagi smiled into Misaki's hair, damp with sweat. His arms tightened as he drew his lover's body closer, feeling perversely satisfied at the sticky wetness that covered Misaki's backside.

Before he fell asleep after sex, Usagi would breathe in Misaki's scent—a scent he had imprinted into his mind the night Takahiro had announced his engagement.

He loved this boy. This silly, shy, brave, kind boy who was, yet, a coward at the same time.

Tonight, before he had reached his climax, Misaki had almost said it, those three words Usagi had been waiting to hear in all their years together—"I love you."

Despite all of Misaki's near slip-ups, did he really? Did Misaki really love him the way Usagi did?

—

Even before he opened his eyes, Usagi could smell food. He heard the dull mumblings of the equally dull news casters on TV and the shiiick shiiick sound of a whisk in a bowl, beating an egg into oblivion.

Hm.

That would be a good line to use in his book.

Usagi catalogued the line in his memory and got up. He briefly contemplated giving Misaki a morning kiss—naked—then decided against it. If he tried that, Misaki wouldn't let Usagi drive him to school, stealing more kisses along the way. Usagi pulled on his pants, shirt, and tie, gathered Suzuki-san into his arms, and proceeded out the door.

Misaki mumbled a greeting from his spot in front of the stove, where he was cooking an egg, fluffy and yellow, just as Usagi liked it.

Just as Usagi sat, Misaki placed a plate in front of him, the egg still steaming. Usagi regarded it contemplatively for a moment before calling out, "Hey, Misaki. Can you write 'I love you' on this?"

Misaki dropped his chopsticks.

"No." Was the vehement response.

Usagi sighed, feigning depression. The nagging thought once again entered his mind. Did Misaki really love him the way Usagi did?

—

Misaki was quiet the entire drive to the university. Usagi watched him out of the corner of his eye. Last night must have been rougher on the boy than he had thought. A wide grin spread across Usagi's face.

Misaki shrank against the door, eyes leery.

"Why are you grinning like that?"

The grin grew.

"No reason."

—

"I'm going to be late again tonight. I need to go to the library and do research for a project." Misaki said as Usagi's red convertible slowed to a stop in front of the university.

"Ah." Usagi responded, disinterested. If Misaki wasn't there to cook, he could just order out. He was in the mood for Chinese.

Misaki seemed to read his mind. "And no Chinese. You've had Chinese for the past three days."

Damn.

"I mean it." Misaki said as he opened the car door.

"Yes, yes. See you later." Usagi replied, shifting the stick to the big, glaring "D".

Misaki paused.

"Oh, yeah." He turned in his seat quickly. Misaki brushed his lips against Usagi's quickly, before any of his fellow students could see.

Usagi stared, pleasantly surprised. Misaki's face was bright red as he got out of the car. "T-th-thanks. F-for covering me up...last night." The last bit was a mumble.

"We can do it again tonight." Usagi supplied helpfully, grinning as Misaki stumbled a step and whirled around. "Sh-shut up! No! Absolutely not!" He slammed the door. Unperturbed, Usagi rolled the window down and winked at him.

"See you tonight." He blew a kiss at Misaki and laughed as he drove off, leaving Misaki spitting mad behind him.

The thought nagged again at Usagi, but he brushed it off. He loved Misaki, and Misaki loved him, even if he refused to say so.

Was there a point to this? No, not really.

Sincerely,

-PurificationArrow