Ohayo! I'm Tessaki, and this is my first fanfic here. Please bear with me and my horrible writing as I (hopefully) improve over time!

This is just a prologue by the way; not an actual chapter. I just wanted to introduce all of the stalkers, as well as have them meet our darling protagonists. Oh, and for those of you who like Sekai ichi Hatsuokoi, I'm going to do a similar fic for that too.

There ARE some Japanese words in here (I'm Japanese after all), but don't worry, here are the translations! (And if you need any help translating any words you'd like to know, please leave a review or send me a PM! I'd love to help!)

Ohayo: Good morning!

Gomen-nasai: Sorry

Hai: Yes

Sayonara: Goodbye!

Oi: Hey

I have to go to classes, so I can't leave a long note. But please review and let me know if you'd like for me to continue!

Junjou Romantica

"Usagi-sannnnnnnnnnn!"

Misaki pouted. How long would he have to stand here and yell before Usagi got out of bed? He knew the man wasn't a morning person, but it was still annoying. He had school after all and didn't want to be late just because Usagi wanted to sleep in.

"Usagi-san! Breakfast is getting cold!" Misaki tried again, hoping the promise of food would remove Usagi from the land of slumber.

It didn't.

Scowling, Misaki reached for the doorknob, then hesitated. Last time he went into Usagi's room in an attempt to wake him up, the clearly-not-asleep Usagi had pounced on him like a wolf onto a rabbit and the two had spent all morning having...

Cheeks now flaming red, Misaki sighed and went downstairs. Usagi would have to micowave his breakfast and miss eating with Misaki if he was going to act this childish. Misaki still had school and he was most certainly running late. He grabbed his coat and book bag and dashed for the door, wincing as he glanced at the wall clock. He really was late!

Just as the youth was about to walk out the door, the sound of Usagi's sleepy voice reached his ears.

"Misaki?"

As much as Misaki wanted to stay and scold him for being so immature, he ran out the door and tried to block out Usagi's sudden protests.

Most mornings Usagi actually listened to Misaki - eventually. But the writer had stayed up, no sleep, for 3 days straight. He was just now getting a chance to relax, so Misaki supposed he couldn't really blame the man after all.

"He still shouldn't disregard his work," the college student huffed. "Tired or not, he still has deadlines. It's not fair to Aikawa-san when he does things like this. Besides, it's not very good for his health either."

Misaki was so busy grumbling to himself about not feeling sorry for Usagi that he didn't notice a man behind him was tailing him, following him around corners and across the street. Finally, when Misaki walked pasted the small bakery he frequented, he saw the reflection of the man in the shop's window.

Turning around, Misaki quickly put a smile on his face. "Ohayo! How can I help you?"

The other man - a tall blonde with sparkling golden eyes - smiled happily, like a child on their birthday. "I was wondering if you went to that college just down the street. A friend of mine is interested in going there."

Misaki's smile faltered. He didn't really have time to explain anything to this man since he was already late for school, but he didn't want to be rude and just disregard his question.

"Um, I apologize... I do go to that college," he didn't miss the odd way the man's face lit up, "but I'm actually late for my classes there, so I don't have time to answer your questions. Gomen-nasai."

The man simply smiled, his eyes twinkling. "That's alright. You can just tell me after class, Misaki-chan. By the way, my name's Rei. Please remember my name!"

Misaki's eyes widened. How did this man know his name? And why was he being so familiar with a complete stranger? Misaki had never met this man before, and he didn't look like someone Usagi-san may know. He looked like he was around Usagi's age, but lacked the air of sophistication and importance that all of Usagi's relations seemed to have (save Aikawa and Isaka).

"...hai. Sayonara, Rei-san," Misaki spoke, finally, and smiled nervously.

Then he booked it and didn't look back, praying that demon Kamijou-sensei wouldn't murder him for being 5 minutes late.

Rei's eyes never left him, and neither did that childish, happy grin. It only grew wider.

Junjou Egoist

"At least your students won't have to worry about you freaking on them, Hiro-san," Miyagi remarked as he watched his fellow professor gather his things. The brunette was taking a sick day, a rare occasion, but not as rare as it used to be since the teacher was dating Nowaki. The younger man fretted over his lover like a mother would her child and insisted he take a day off if he felt even slightly unwell.

Hiroki snorted. "They should worry. They have no business being in this school if they're going to be late or gossip on their cell phones in the midst of class."

Miyagi shrugged, then smiled suggestively at the man. "I'd pay attention to you, Hiro-san."

The reply was 2 or 3 decently heavy books being thrown at his forehead, followed by one of Hiroki's infamous glares. "I'd rather you not."

"Oh! I'm wounded!" Miyagi exclaimed woefully, placing a hand over his heart. Hiroki snorted and turned around, continuing to slip all the homework he needed to grade into his book bag. "Oi, Hiroki. What do you think of that new professor?"

Hiroki blinked and paused for a moment. "We have a new professor?"

"Isakawa Saito. Wait, how do you not know? He's around you all the time, after all. I figured you two are good friends. Well, as friendly as you can be with anyone aside from Nowaki, anyway."

Suppressing the want to throw more books at his co worker, Hiroki turned around and eyed Miyagi curiously. "What do you mean he's around me all the time? No one new has talked to me at all the past few weeks."

Miyagi shook his head. "He doesn't talk to you. He just... stands near by you, like he's observing your work. I think he's some kind of fanboy or something. That, or he recognizes beauty when he sees it and -"

This time, Hiroki did throw more books.

Although, the thought of a man hanging over his shoulder, constantly watching his every move was kind of unnerving.

"Is he here today?" Hiroki inquired, ignoring the bruise that was beginning to form on Miyagi's head. The black-haired man across from him nodded.

"Yup. Actually, he's right there."

Hiroki looked over his shoulder and, lo and behold, someone was standing there. Pale, almost sickly skin, black hair, and haunting gray eyes. A small smile was on his face, and the glasses on his nose reflected the room's light, giving him an even more eerie appearance.

"Isakawa-san?" Hiroki spoke first, voice slightly hesitant.

"Oh!" Isakawa perked up, as if excited that Hiroki had chosen to speak to him. "Ohayo, Hiroki-san. I'm sorry you aren't feeling well today. Do you need any help with anything?"

Hiroki was surprised. Isakawa was actually far, far nicer than he'd thought. In fact, aside from his somewhat phantom-esque appearance, he sounded and looked like a nice guy. Perhaps he shouldn't be so paranoid.

Still, the odd twinkling never left Isakawa's gray eyes, and that was arguably the most unnerving thing about him.

"No thank you, Isakawa-san. I'm fine." Hiroki slipped his bag over his shoulder and straightened up. "Hope you have a good day. You too, Miyagi."

Miyagi nodded and watched as Hiroki brushed past Isakawa, who's eyes dulled as if he were getting ready to cry.

"Wait! Hiroki-san!" Isakawa whipped around and ran after the brunette, who, by this time was already half way out of the building. Miyagi shook his head and turned back to his desk, feeling sorry for the poor man as Hiroki would no doubt freak on him sooner or later.

Little did he know, that it would soon be Hiroki he would be feeling sorry for.

Junjou Terrorist

Shinobu huffed. Being sick was absolutely the worst thing in the world.

Not only could he not go to school today, which meant no Miyagi, but he couldn't go out and purchase more cabbages for dinner, which meant spending less time with Miyagi since the older man would probably just eat out.

Either way, Shinobu wanted his Miyagi and this sickness was preventing him from getting him.

Suddenly, the door bell rang, interrupting Shinobu's brooding.

The blonde glanced at the door, debating whether or not he should open it. It couldn't be Miyagi, since he was at the university working, and Shinobu didn't want to see anyone else but Miyagi at that moment, so he chose to ignore it.

But the person behind the door was persistent and kept up the ringing for a good 10 minutes before Shinobu finally gave in and stomped towards the door. Maybe it was Miyagi. No one else would be THIS persistent.

The boy opened the door and immediately narrowed his eyes in a glare, expecting Miyagi's smirking face, but instead was met with a calm, somewhat blank face that he didn't recognize.

Shinobu raised an eyebrow at the man, glare not faltering, and put his hands on his hips. "Who are you?"

The man's lips twitched at their corners, as if he was trying not to laugh at Shinobu. And, sure enough, snickers began to slip out moments later.

This annoyed Shinobu even more. A random stranger had rung his doorbell for 15 minutes, then proceeded to laugh at him once he'd opened the door. Talk about rude!

"Look. If you don't have any business with me, then -"

"Ah," the stranger took a deep breath and shook his head. "You always were the blunt one, Shinobu-chan."

Shinobu's glare disappeared entirely, replaced with a look of genuine shock. How did this man know his name? No, scratch that. How did he know where Shinobu lived?!

"Do I know you?" Shinobu asked slowly, eyes traveling to the door knob. Maybe he should just be rude and shut the door in the man's face. Sure, the man hadn't done anything, but he screamed suspicious without screaming suspicious as far as Shinobu was concerned.

"I believe you do," the man answered, smiling. "I'm one of your professors, Shinobu-chan. Does the name Shiro Tachibana ring a bell? I'm sure it's on your schedule, so you should know even if the semester hasn't started yet."

It did, actually. Shinobu had seen that name on his schedule. This must be his math class teacher, Tachibana-sensei.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?" Shinobu asked, slightly annoyed. He still didn't see any reason for his teacher to come and harass him, nor did he see why the man pretended like he'd known him long enough to refer to him as Shinobu-chan.

Tachibana smiled and shook his head. "No, no, you're not in trouble. I just wanted to talk to you about... future classes. May I come in?"

As much as Shinobu wanted to say 'no, go the hell home', he felt like he'd be in severe trouble if he rejected one of his teachers. So, he naively let the man in, completely missing the smug smirk that began to grow on Tachibana's face.

"Thank you, Shinobu-chan."