- Friday 6 pm, Misaki's pov -

Finally, college had ended for this week. I still had a pile of homework to finish, which was due on Tuesday next week. I would have said "yahoo, it's the weekend!" but I still had my part-time job Saturday morning and my homework to finish. I didn't really mind, since I was saving up for a present to give to Usagi for our two-year anniversary. I had already saved up half the amount I needed, which made me even more motivated to work hard. I grinned and scratched my cheek. I'm sure he'll love it.

I stretched whilst making my way to the front door, which was surprisingly unlocked. I walked in to see Usagi lying on the couch, reading a BL manga. Usagi is such a pervert. When Usagi looked up from over his manga, he didn't even move. Usually he'd jump right up and hug me and tell me he needs his "Misaki refill," but lately, he's been surprisingly calm. Or rather, careless. I shook off that thought and dropped my bag on the floor next to Usagi.

'How's your manuscript going?' I asked, grabbing the apron from the coat rack in the hallway. I had been telling Usagi that it's a weird place to put an apron, but he wanted it there; and so it's been hanging there ever since. I tightened the apron, still waiting for the author's reply and opened a cabinet just above me.

'Finished.' It became silent again. His answers were shorter than his temper, which somehow worried me. But once again, I shook it off and continued on making pasta for tonight's dinner.

Once I had set the tables, I took off my apron and sat down at the same time as Usagi. He thanked me for dinner and dug in. He seemed to be enjoying it, then again, he always does. Since he can't cook, I'm the one making dinner and often breakfast as well. Unfortunately due to my busy schedule, I rarely make breakfast anymore, and even dinner has been made less and less.

My phone went off, which made the silver-haired man agitated. I could read it off his face. I apologized and flipped it open, only to reveal the 30th text of Haruhiko today. I sighed and closed it again, putting it aside on the table and finished my dinner.

'Who was that? You seem to be getting a big number of texts these days.' I shrugged and took my heavy bag off the floor. 'Nobody,' I mumbled and made my way to our library. I set up my own desk in this room, it was quiet and had a good view. Since I'm attending college, I do need my own space to make my homework. After all, this is the last year before graduation.

I unpacked my bag and tucked my math books back in one of my drawers and left only my English book on the desk. I sat down and opened it. I needed to study. I didn't want to fail any subject. I want to make Usagi proud. He of course would be anyway. I wiggled the pen between my fingers and scribbled down some words. I didn't notice it was becoming later and later. I went from English to Science and from Science to Japanese. Before I knew it, it was 1 am and I was nodding off. My eyes became heavy, I hadn't been sleeping properly for a while. I yawned and slowly closed my eyes.

- Third person pov -

Usami finished typing an email to Aikawa, notifying her that the manuscipt was finished and would be sent to her by tomorrow. He finished downing his coffee and got off his chair. It seemed awfully quiet, and so Usami walked out of his room, into the bedroom. He didn't find Misaki there, which surprised him. Usually he would be asleep by now... Well, he would've told him if he were going to bed. Something along the lines of "I'm going to sleep, d-don't try anything perverted!" and he'd rush off to bed. But that wasn't the case. He scratched his head, wondering where the brat was; then walked into the library only to find him sleeping at his desk, peacefully. Usami could see the bags under the poor boy's eyes. He must've been studying hard. Usami slipped one of his arms under his legs and the other behind his back, and lifted him up. He carried him to the bedroom and slowly put him down. He looked so innocent... so pure. The author lusted him, somehow that innocent face had an impact on him. He was getting aroused. He put his right hand on Misaki's cheek and softly stroked him. But the older man didn't expect to hear Misaki talk in his sleep. He abruptly turned his head and started groaning.

- Usagi's pov -

I was quite surprised when Misaki suddenly jerked his head away. He was having a nightmare, seemingly. His facial expression changed from innocent and cute, to pain and sorrow.

'N-no, please. Don't.' My eyes widened, what was he dreaming about? I caressed his arm, trying to calm him down, but to no avail.

'Don't touch me like that.' I squinted, did anyone try to harass my Misaki? I was getting worried, or was I just overreacting? Maybe it's just a nightmare. I slowly moved my hand to his face once again, when suddenly a hand stopped me. I was startled by Misaki suddenly waking up and stopping me from touching him. He was sweating and tears rolled down his face. His eyes were big and he then slapped my hand away.

'Misaki, what's going on? You were having a nightmare,' I tried to come closer, but he backed away. It looked like he was still half asleep, he wasn't taking in the situation, and kept backing away.

'Don't, t-touch me.' It started to freak me out, so I grabbed both his shoulders and shook him. He blinked a few times and groaned. It seemed to have worked. He rubbed his eyes, then gave me a confused look.

'Usagi? What's wrong?' I opened my mouth, yet couldn't find the words. I placed my hand on his knee. I sighed and shook my head. Something must be up with Misaki, something that he's not telling me. He was never one to show his emotions, or to talk about his problems with me. Which generally makes me more concerned when something does happen.

I scooted over next to him and kissed his cheek.

'Sorry for waking you, please go back to sleep.'

'Y-you better not try-'

'I promise I won't. Just let me hold you.' The younger boy started blushing and shrugged.

'I- I guess that's alright.' I smiled at him, hoping he hasn't seen my concerned expression. Misaki lied down, facing his back towards me. I joined him and wrapped my arms around his small waist. Has he lost weight? I shook it off and closed my eyes. It was probably my imagination.