Hello all :D this is thegirlwithagun with a new story! Haven't finished The Jack and starting another new story, I'm so responsible /shot

Uh, so this one is kinda angsty. For those of you who don't know, I like angst. I really really like it. So I tried maing one and this popped up. The beginning may be similar to the main story line, but I'm going to really twist things up, for the sake of the angst. Misaki will be a bit more, I don't know... angsty of some sort? Like he's more ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of others, even if it made him unhappy... well, I just spoiled half of the plot. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica.

Misaki woke up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he peeled off the comforter from his body. Winter really makes you want to just lay down and sleep the day off. Unfortunately for Misaki, school is awaiting, and he has to make breakfast for himself and his brother. He sat up groggily, and stood up while scratching his head. He focused his eyes on the window. There isn't much snow, only a few of small flakes drifting down to the ground. The houses are decorated with a thin layer of the frozen substance, giving it an angelic look. This made Misaki smile.

Misaki walked to the toilet, and then brushed his teeth while trying to shake of the remaining sleepiness out of his system. The water is freezing, quickly waking Misaki up. Then he proceeds to change his clothes to a pair of jeans and an emerald sweater, all in an industrial fashion. He jogged down the stairs while slinging his bag on to his shoulder.

"Morning, Nii-chan!" he exclaimed cheerfully, throwing his bag to the couch and taking his apron, putting it on.

"Ah, Misaki! Good morning," Takahiro happily replied, "breakfast is almost ready."

Misaki scratched his head sheepishly, "ah, sorry. Winter really makes you sleepy."

"That's okay. Go set up the table," Takahiro handed him the tables and chopsticks, then turned his attention to the half-boiling soup.

Misaki swiftly set up the table, putting the eating wares to the assigned places. After he is done, he called out to his brother. The raven-haired man returned with a bowl of rice, and Misaki helped him carry the rest of the food to the table.

"Itadakimasu."

They ate in a comfortable silence, with only the sounds of clattering eating utensils ringing in the room. Then Takahiro suddenly spoke up.

"Misaki," he said, pausing to swallow his food, "my friend is coming over tonight."

Misaki swallowed his food too, "who is it?"

"It's Usagi."

"Usagi?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow, "you mean that author who won the award and stuff?"

"Yeah, that's him!" Takahiro's face lit up at his brother's recognition of his best friend.

"Well, okay. What should we prepare for dinner?" Misaki asked, stuffing more food into his mouth.

"Well, you're the chef, so prepare anything you like!" Takahiro laughed as his brother's face redden while he tried to sputter out words from his full mouth.

The morning is filled with laughter.

Well, as soon as Misaki received his grade, this morning's positive energy evaporated from his body.

"D, D, C… ah, no good… how am I supposed to go to Mitsuhashi if this keeps up?" he mumbled while hanging his head. It's true that he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he didn't expect his brain to be so dull… figuratively and literally speaking. His grade is always on average, and he remembered barely passing the first grade of junior high school, with his grades on the verge of failing. His teacher has lectured him for two hours on that, and he grimaced at the memory.

He arrived at the front of his house, fishing out the keys from his pocket. He slid the key to the keyhole, and turned it to unlock the door in a swift motion. When he opened the door, though, he didn't really expect the view that greeted him near the genkan.

His brother was embraced, a little bit too intimately by a silver-haired stranger, whose face is far too close to his brother's for his liking. He froze on the spot, and his brother noticed his presence at the same time.

"Ah, Misaki!" he exclaimed, wriggling out of the stranger's grasp, and made his way to his brother. The stranger didn't look too please by his action, but followed him.

"Misaki, this is Usagi. Usagi, this is Misaki," he happily gestured then to shake hands. 'Usagi' frowned, but the face was soon replaced with a handsome smile. He extended his hand.

"Usami Akihiko. Pleasure to meet you," Misaki is skeptical about this person, but after glancing to his brother's face, he returned the greeting, just for the sake of his dear old brother.

"Takahashi Misaki. Same here," he shook his hand, and he felt the strangest feeling from the handshake, as if this 'Usami Akihiko' resented him a bit, but he shook it off.

"Now, let's go eat! I've heated up the food that Misaki prepared," he practically skipped all the way to the table, with the two none-too-pleased individuals following behind.

After saying the customary greeting, they began to eat the food.

"Takahiro, this is delicious," Usami commented, while flashing his genuine, handsome smile to Takahiro, but the latter dismissed the idea.

"Misaki made this, I just heated it up," he laughed, and they talked some more.

A lot of topics are discussed, but all of those were short-lived. Weather, jobs, news, even the latest gossip about a J-pop band is thrown in. But all is in vain, as Usami isn't really interested in talking, and Misaki isn't in the mood to talk. Not after meeting the annoying person.

"Ah, Misaki! What about school?" Takahiro asked, desperate to keep the conversation going, "your grades came in today, right?"

Misaki visibly flinched at the mention of his grades, and Usami smirked as he saw this.

"Why don't you bring it to us?"

"A-ah, it's not really necessary…"

"Come on! It can't be that bad, right?"

And after Misaki came back with his grades, and both of the adults observing it, the room grew silent.

"…Uh, at least you passed…?" Takahiro quietly added, and flinched as his brother's face darkened.

A few minutes passed, with the awkward tension looming in the air. None said anything, and Misaki was too embarrassed to lift his head. Of all the days, his brother's friend has to visit and see his ugly grades. It's truly a bad day.

"Ah, I know!" Takahiro suddenly chirped, brimming with energy once again. It made the other two flinch at the sudden outburst of positivity, "Usagi, you can tutor Misaki, right?"

The man was taken aback by the question, but regained his composure seconds later, "of course. If it's Takahiro's request, how can I refuse?"

So, without Misaki's agreement, the men made a pact, for Usami to teach Misaki until his grade is as high as it can be.

As soon as Misaki was standing in front of his bed, he suddenly collapsed onto it, the soft mattress cushioning his landing. It seems the day's fatigue has caught up to him, and he wanted nothing more than to drift off to the comfortable unconsciousness that I sleep. He lazily turned his head to the window.

"Ah, it's snowing…" indeed, the snow appears to be bigger and falling down faster than this morning, and a pile of snow is already stacking up on the roof of the houses. It seems that it has been snowing for quite a while too.

'The first day of snow and I've met a really strange person…' Misaki darkly thought.

Indeed, Misaki's life has taken an unexpected turn of event, and Misaki has no way to stop it.

So, how's that for a first chapter? Let me know! I kinda suck at writing angst, like I just wanna put action in every story I write for no apparent reason. Reviews are welcome, it makes me warm and giddy inside c: