Authoress Notes: I gave into temptation and decided to write separate booklets for the three main couples of Junjou Romantica. That means the titular couple (Usami/Misaki), Junjou Egoist (Hiroki/Nowaki), and Junjou Terrorist (Miyagi/Shinobu). I might write one for Junjou Mistake, but I haven't read or watched anything with them. Sorry! Once I catch up in Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi, I'll probably write for them too!

Claim: I own nothing, really. Save for what I write about these couples. ^_^

Disclaim: My sister is the one who got me into watching this, and now I'm addicted. It's all your fault, Lorrie!

-Prompt One: Oh, it IS love-

For a while now, there had been something bugging Misaki, Usami could tell. It was subtle, but showed in the way he avoided being alone with him - not that he had ever particularly liked being alone with the older man - and avoided eye contact. Finally fed up with it, Usami chose to confront the green-eyed university student about it during dinner.

"Misaki," he spoke, putting down his chop-sticks. The boy pretended not to hear him, and continued to eat. Usami frowned, brows furrowing. "Misaki!"

"What is it?" asked Misaki in return, not bothering to look up from where he was staring at his bowl of miso soup.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he demanded, and Misaki looked up, though he averted his gaze stubbornly.

"I'm not avoiding you," he said, focusing on some obscure object so that he wouldn't look at Usami, who was growing more frustrated with the younger boy with each passing moment. "I'm eating dinner with you, aren't I?"

"Look at me."

Misaki blinked. "Why?"

"Tch." Reaching over, Usami grasped Misaki's chin, turning his head towards him. Misaki flinched, eyes darting around for something else to focus on. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!" protested Misaki, squirming in his grasp. Usami's purple eyes narrowed into slits.

"Liar."

"..." Misaki tensed, bangs falling over his eyes and obscuring his facial expression before he pulled himself away from Usami and began clearing the dishes off the table. Usami rose, catching Misaki's arm as he tried to walk into the kitchen. "Let go of me, you bastard!"

Usami ignored the insult. "Talk to me."

"No!" protested Misaki, struggling against Usami's hold. "L-Let go of me!"

"No. Not until you talk to me." Usami tugged Misaki against him, and the bowl of miso soup slipped out of Misaki's hands, porcelain shattering amongst a pool of brown liquid. He tipped Misaki's head up as he lowered his, kissing him forcefully.

"Mmph..." Misaki curled his free hand into a fist and pounded it against Usami's chest, but it failed to do much of anything, and Usami caught his wrist as the kiss ended. He was surprised to find Misaki's bright green eyes welling with tears, and even more surprised when they began to fall without hesitation. "Bastard!"

Misaki struggled in Usami's grasp as he continued to cry and yell. "You bastard! Why are you doing this to me? You're in love with niichan, right? So why..." He went limp, and they both sank down onto their knees. "Why...do you kiss me and touch me like that? Are you just using me? And that isn't fair, because...because..." His crying increased. "Because I...I-I...I love you!"

Usami's eyes widened. It was the first time he had heard anything close to those words fall from Misaki's lips, let alone those words. He stared down at Misaki before lifting Misaki's head as he said, "...Idiot."

"What-" Misaki's words were cut off abruptly as Usami kissed him.

"I used to love him," explained Usami, no trace of teasing on his face. "I love you." He kissed Misaki again, pushing the boy gently onto his back. "And I'll say it as many times as I need to for you to believe me."

The tears still continued to fall, but Misaki allowed Usami to wipe them away, burying his face in the older man's chest.