A/N: I have no excuse. I just wanted to write more slash fanfiction with Harry and other anime guys. This is gonna be is short chapters so I can update almost everyday. It's a Harry/Kasuka pairing. . Don't look at me like that! It just seemed really cute in my twisted head! Oh and fun fact: Tiramisu in Italian can mean "pick me up" or "lift me up". Which relates to the romance in a way. Gah just read! And review. :D

Chapter 1

Harry was pretty sure he knew the exact moment when his peaceful life in Ikebukuro had started to go downhill. Ever since he had beaten Voldemort and become the Master of Death (that was a fact he kept on the down low), he hadn't been able to find peace in his home country.

So in a fit of pure selfishness he had decided to leave Britain and never look back. He had been globe hopping, going from one site to the other just enjoying life, always managing to keep his cover. But with his luck, it had been blown eventually and he had to make for another country before he was swamped with fans.

Which had led him to Ikebukuro, Japan; where there were people who were just, if not more, outlandish then him. His hope was that their presence would keep his under the radar. But his plan had failed spectacularly when one Kasuka Heiwajima had walked into his quaint bakery.

Harry put on a warm smile when he heard the bell to his bakery chime and walked out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Hello, what can I get you?"

The man standing on the other side of the counter, staring at the deserts on display behind dark glasses, only hummed to show he had heard him. From what Harry could tell he was a typical Japanese teenager of average height; he had straight black hair that ended just below his chin and had on fashionable clothes. He couldn't see the color of his eyes but he had no doubt that they would be some shade of brown like many others.

He saw the head tilt up to stare at him for a few seconds before looking back at the deserts on display. Harry chuckled quietly when he simply continued to stare at the deserts behind polished glass.

"May I make a suggestion?"

The head tilted in contemplation before nodding slowly. Harry leaned over the counter casually and pointed out a slice of Tiramisu.

"My favorite one is the Tiramisu; it's an Italian desert made of ladyfingers dipped in espresso, layered with a whipped mixture of egg yolks and mascarpone cheese, and flavored with Marsala wine and cocoa. I highly recommend it."

When Harry looked up it was to the strangers head dangerously close to his as he stared down at the cake sitting behind the glass. He could see the strangers brown eyes clearly through the sunglasses now that he was so close and leaned back when he realized they were staring intensely into his own. Harry cleared his throat nervously before boxing a slice of Tiramisu cake for him.

Harry could feel the kids stare on him even more intensely now as he ringed up the price for the cake. He swallowed down the feeling of rising doom and put on a smile as he slid the box across the counter to him. He was about to take his hand away when the kids own slim, and slightly cold hand grabbed his sleeve suddenly.

"I have a confession to make."

Harry gulped and stared with wide eyes as he slid the sunglasses back and tightened the grip on his sleeve. The eyes were deep and brown and staring right into his soul.

"I like you."

It was then his quiet life in Ikebukuro was ruined.

A/N: :DDDDDDDDDDDD I don't even know anymore. I just wanted more slashy goodness.