A/N: Yayz! My first Nabari No Ou fanfiction! Ah, how I love Nabari No Ou. The Thobari x Miharu pairing is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. It's almost as addictive as Raikou x Gau. Speaking of Raikou and Gau, I'm also working on a story for them, entitled Searching for You. Expect to see it soon.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for any OCs that may or may not show up.

Miharu Rokujou slammed his locker door shut. He couldn't wait for today to be over, but it had only just begun. School felt like such an epic waste of time. He hated it. Granted, there was one silver lining, but still.

The day went by slowly. Miharu wasted it away by sleeping, reading, and blocking out Koichi's incessant chatter. God, that boy talked a lot. It was so annoying! Really, whose bright idea was it to give them every class together? Finally, though, they made it to their last class of the day: English.

Miharu loved English for two main reasons. The first was because of the subject itself. He loved to read and English was one of the few topics that interested him. Reading was such a beautiful escape from such a mundane world.

The second was, well, because of Kumohira-sensei. Miharu hated to admit it, but he was infatuated with the man. He was funny, strong, sexy, and kind. Incredibly kind.

So, yes. English was just an excuse for him to read and stare at his sensei for an hour and a half.

Thobari wrapped his strong arms around Miharu. His lips brushed across the younger boy's cheek. His mouth stopped at his ear.

"Miharu?" the older man whispered.

"Yes?" he responded breathlessly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Miharu said, wrapping his arms around his sensei's neck. Thobari's lips were on his in a fever of kisses. It was wonderful. Their lips moved together, tongues touching in the sweetest of ways.

His daydream was broken by the sound of Kumohira's voice. "Alright, everyone. We have a new student. His name is Tristan Westfall. He's an exchange student from America."

Miharu looked up to see a boy about his age with dark brown almost black hair. His skin delicate and pale, perfectly accenting a pair of pale blue eyes.

"There's a seat next to Rokujou-kun in the back," Kumohira told the boy.

Tristan plopped into his seat and briefly glanced at Miharu. Koichi greeted the newcomer with a bright "Hello!" and Miharu responded with his own apathetic "Hey". The boy said nothing in response.

Class went on as usual. Sensei started off by going over last night's homework. Afterwards, everyone was to split up into groups to read and answer the questions on the next story. Koichi, Miharu, and Tristan were all together in a group.

Miharu couldn't help but smirk. Stuck with Koichi yet again.

The group got to work immediately. As they attempted to complete the assignment, Koichi prattled on to Tristan, while Miharu promptly ignored them.

"Sensei, please," Miharu begged, "Please kiss me again."

"As you wish." Those sweet lips were upon him once more. Fingers slipped through his hair gently, as his mouth was violated in the most amazing of ways.

"How are things going on over here?" Miharu jumped when he suddenly heard a voice behind him. He looked up to see the object of his affections bending over him. Miharu remembered his fantasy, trying (and failing) to fight back a blush.

"Pretty good," Tristan answered, "We're almost done." He held out the notebook to show the teacher their current progress.

Kumohira-sensei moved to stand closer to the other boy and Miharu did all he could to keep from frowning. He looked over at Tristan and he could have sworn he saw a smirk on the young American's face. He quickly shrugged it off as a trick of the mind.

That afternoon, Miharu found himself walking down the hall with Thobari and, unfortunately, Koichi. That guy really needed to get a life…or a girlfriend.

Miharu walked next to his sensei. If he reached out just a little bit more, their hands would be touching…

He felt a strong, warm hand become entangled with his own. He looked up at the older man. He was smiling.

"Rokujou," he said softly. How could a name sound so beautiful, so intimate?

So forbidden…

"Sensei," he breathed, air coming out of his mouth in shallow puffs. He leaned closer to the man, and felt a gentle hand slide through his silky hair.

"What about you, Miharu?" Koichi said, interrupting his train of thought. "What did you think of the new kid?"

Miharu shrugged, "He was alright, I suppose. I didn't really talk to him much." He couldn't help but think about how the boy had glared at him, or so it seemed. He thought about how he had leant in so far when Kumohira was talking to him.

"What did you think of him, Sensei?" Miharu asked softly, looking up at him sweetly, pouring all of the love into his eyes, hoping he would see.

Blue eyes focused on the young boy's face. Thobari shrugged, much as Miharu had when approached with the question. "He seemed nice enough. A little shy and delicate, though," a small smile crossed his face. "Like a cute little kid."

Miharu frowned deeply at this. Cute? Did Kumohira think that the boy was cute? Miharu had to admit, begrudgingly, that the boy was sort of cute. Did Kumohira like him?

Miharu found himself thinking of his same daydreams from earlier, but in these Tristan was in his place. It was Tristan's mouth being overpowered. It was Tristan's hand being held. It was Tristan lying beneath Sensei…

He stopped in his tracks, feeling tears sting his eyes. No. He was jumping to conclusions. Just because Thobari said that he was cute, didn't mean that he was interested in him. Did it?

Thobari and Koichi stopped, realizing that Miharu was no longer with them. "Rokujou, are you okay?" Thobari asked, concern filling his eyes. Miharu felt the tears prick at his eyes again.

"I-I'm fine. I just…forgot something. Go on without me. I'll catch up later." Miharu turned and ran away as his tears fell.

Kumohira told Koichi to continue home. He really wanted to check on Miharu; he'd seemed so upset.

Thobari knew that his feelings were wrong. Miharu was his student; he really shouldn't feel such an attraction to him. He loved it when Miharu looked up at him with those big green eyes; he loved it when Miharu blushed after being interrupted from his daydreams; and more than anything, he loved it when Miharu smiled at him, a real true sweet smile.

Thobari made his way up the stairs that led to the roof. He found Miharu sitting in a corner alone. Tears were sliding down his cheeks, which were a soft shade of pink. He hadn't even noticed that he was no longer alone.

"Rokujou?" Thobari inquired. "Are you okay?"

Miharu's head snapped up when he heard that voice. "Sensei?" he said, wiping at his face as quickly as possible. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you. You seemed upset, so I wanted to make sure that you were okay." The sensei stepped forward, wiping the tears off of his students face.

"Oh," Miharu replied. The hand on his face was warm. He couldn't help but lean into the man's touch. His eyes closed slightly.

"Miharu…" he could die happily if only Kumohira would keep saying his name like that.

"Sensei," he felt himself stepping closer, falling under his spell.

Thobari knew that he should pull away. He was crossing over into dangerous territory. Things were so close to becoming inappropriate. And his student really wasn't helping the situation. He looked so sweet, so innocent, so delectable.

Without even thinking, Miharu found himself leaning in as close to his sensei as possible.

Please. Please kiss me. Don't pull away, don't reject me. Just love me.

And then, Thobari was leaning in as well and they were kissing.

Miharu moaned softly through the kiss. He pressed his body as close to Thobari's as possible, and even then it wasn't enough.

Miharu's lips moved hesitantly, his arms reaching up to wrap around the taller man's shoulders. One of Kumohira's hands continued to caress the boy's face, as the other crept slowly up his waist. The young boy shuddered. This was what he'd always wanted, what he'd always dreamed of.

Don't stop. Let's stay like this forever.

And then, the lips were gone, the hands were gone, the warmth was gone. Miharu looked up at his teacher, feeling oh so lonely. He reached out a hand, but Thobari pulled away. The tears were back.

"I-I'm sorry, Rokujou. That was wrong of me."

"I didn't mind," he responded shyly, a blush painting his cheeks.

Kumohira sighed again. "That doesn't matter. I still took advantage of you."

"But, I wanted you to kiss me."

"That doesn't mean that it wasn't wrong."

"You regret it, don't you?" Miharu demanded.

"Miharu—"

"You didn't want to kiss me. You wish it had been Tristan instead, don't you? You already like him, after knowing him for only a day. But not me! Even though, I've loved you since I saw you!" the boy cried, the angry tears finally spilling over. He turned and ran home.

Thobari's emotions swirled. He felt angry at himself for not going after Miharu, for letting him run away. He felt happy that Miharu also loved him. But more than anything, he felt sad for making Miharu cry, and not saying that he loved him.

A/N: And that completes the first chapter of Forbidden Feelings! I tried not to end with a cliffhanger (don't know if I succeeded, tho). What's going to happen next? Will Thobari acknowledge his feelings for Miharu? What's the deal with the new kid? And more importantly, will I update on time? These questions and more will be answered in chapter 2 of FORBIDDEN FEELINGS ALL CAPS! (That's what it's called on my laptop)