A/N: I couldn't help myself. I love this pairing too much and it's a pity there isn't much fanfiction about Haruhiko being the nice guy. He deserves his own story, god dammit! So I thought why not write a little something 'bout him and Misaki? I dunno how long this is gonna get, but it's not a oneshot.

Junjō Romantica is not mine.

Chapter I

"The train services are disrupted due to the heavy snowfall. We apologise for the inconvenience."

This situation seems familiar somehow.

Misaki shivered as the cold went right through his winter coat. It had to be one of the harshest winters in Tokyo yet. More snow, more delayed traffic. It was going to take a while before he got home. He considered calling Usagi and asking him for a ride, but he knew for a fact that Usagi was in a very important meeting (according to Aikawa) and it was in everyone's best interest if he wasn't disturbed. By anyone. For any reason.

So that option was out of the question unless Misaki wanted to get a phone call from a seriously pissed off Aikawa. He'd much rather avoid that if he could. She was already scary enough when she got angry at Usagi. He didn't want that anger to be directed to him. Standing in the cold for another two or three hours was better than feeling the wrath of a woman.

He didn't mind the snow that much. It was the cold that always got to him. He already hated it as a kid while he loved playing in the snow. Every time he went out to play, Takahiro made him wear a thick woollen winter hat, a scarf and mittens. Now he was standing at the train station with a winter coat that was barely keeping him warm, no winter hat, no scarf and no gloves. Because when he left that morning, everything looked just fine. It was a bit cloudy, but there was no snow. The weather forecast didn't even mention anything about snow in the afternoon. But with the unpredictable weather patterns all around the country, he could have guessed this would happen.

The first thing he was going to do when he was home was putting his gloves in the pockets of his winter coat. That way he had them when he needed them.

I should have thought of that sooner. It's better late than never, but it would've been nice to be able to keep my hands warm now.

His hands were getting purple and flaky from the cold wind. He couldn't feel the tips of his fingers anymore. He clumsily unzipped the pockets of his coat and tucked his hands into them. It didn't help much. When he sighed, his breath was like a white puff of smoke in the air. He was always fascinated looking at it when he was a kid. Nowadays he couldn't care much for it. He just wanted to go home.

Last time the trains didn't run because of the weather, Usagi conveniently showed up to pick him up. It was after the argument they had when Usagi was tutoring him. They ended up building snowmen together while Misaki was supposed to be studying for his exams. It was all worth it. He wanted to do it again sometime when they both had a day off. They hadn't been able to spend much time together lately as Misaki had been working more than he wanted to. At this time of year lots of his co-workers got sick, so someone had to pick up the work they couldn't finish. And that someone was usually Misaki, because he was the most reliable.

The long days at work made Misaki more irritable, so when something bad happened he didn't take it well. He was upset that he couldn't take the train home, but at the same time he knew no one was to blame for that. These were just unforeseen circumstances. It would be nice to go home though.

Someone went to stand next to him. Misaki didn't look their way as he assumed it was another person looking at the signs to figure out when they were finally able to get on the train. He didn't want to be rude by staring at someone.

But when the other person opened his mouth, Misaki recognised his voice.

"Looks like the trains aren't running."

Misaki looked his way. He was shocked to see Haruhiko standing by him at the train station. It was the place where they first met, but he didn't think he'd see him there again.

"Haruhiko-san," he said. "Are you waiting for the train too?"

"That was the plan, but it looks like the trains won't be going anywhere."

"The weather is pretty harsh right now. I don't think the railway companies were prepared for this."

Haruhiko nodded and stared at the large coloured letters on the sign above him. The sign displayed the current time and the train departure and arrival information. The departure times of the trains were still unknown. He looked at Misaki again.

"Have you been standing here for long?" he asked. "Your nose and cheeks are red."

"I think it's been…fifteen minutes? Maybe a little longer."

"And there isn't any other way for you to get home?"

"No. Any other day I could ask Usagi-san to pick me up, but he's in a meeting now and I don't want to disturb him. I can only hope the trains will be running soon again." Which is going to take a while, from the looks of it.

He wasn't sure if Haruhiko had listened to his response at all, because he didn't say anything. The man just whipped out his cell phone and dialled a number. Misaki looked at him in curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing.

"Haruhiko-san?"

"It's me." Haruhiko said, obviously not talking to Misaki. "The trains aren't running. Can you pick me up at Iidabashi Station? You'll have another passenger besides me."

He's calling his driver?!

While Misaki was gaping like a fish, Haruhiko carried on the conversation with his driver.

"No, he's just an acquaintance of mine. Misaki Takahashi. He lives with Akihiko, so you know where to take him. Ok, we will wait at the entrance of the station. See you there."

Haruhiko put the cell phone away and said, "My driver will be here soon. He was apparently already in Tokyo to pick me up, so it won't be long before he arrives. We should head to the exit."

Misaki didn't really know how to respond other than to nod. He followed Haruhiko to the exit, staying behind him so he didn't bump into anyone by accident. The station was crowded during this time of day as everyone finished work and was ready to go home. It never ceased to amaze him how many people relied on public transportation in Japan. He considered himself lucky to have run into Haruhiko. Many others like him had to arrange something all on their own if that was even possible, while he was just offered a ride home. Having connections with the rich did have its perks.

But it didn't just have to do with money. Haruhiko was a nice person too. He looked intimidating on the outside, but he was helpful and friendly on the inside.

It was a bit too early to be thanking him, but Misaki wanted to let Haruhiko know that he appreciated his good deeds. When they reached the exit of the station they waited on the pavement for the driver. Misaki scooted closer and smiled at Haruhiko.

"I'm glad we ran into each other. If it wasn't for you I'd be waiting there for hours."

"Everything happens for a reason. I don't believe our meeting is a mere coincidence."

Sounds a lot like something Ijuuin-sensei would say, Misaki thought. He was glad he didn't run into that guy there. Ijuuin was a great person, but he'd probably try to take Misaki out to dinner and coax him into going home with him. And Misaki didn't want to have to deal with him and a jealous Usagi. He was already going to get into trouble for even talking to Haruhiko.

A shiny car pulled up near the entrance and the driver got out, bowing before Haruhiko and Misaki. He walked around the car to open the doors so they could get in the back. Misaki felt warmer as soon as he sat down, even when the car door on his side was still open. When the driver closed the door Misaki fastened his seatbelt.

The driver got back to the driver's seat, closed the door and started the engine. He looked at Haruhiko through the rear-view mirror.

"I assume we are taking Takahashi-sama home first, sir?"

"Correct," Haruhiko said. "Do you know the way to Akihiko's current address?"

"Naturally."

"Good, that means we are ready to leave. Drive carefully."