Oh god, I look at this again and I really think to myself how I don't like the way this turned out.

Disclaimer: Noooo.


Misaki was sleeping peacefully during class, as he hadn't got much sleep from all the abuse he received last night (AND WHO'S FAULT WAS THAT?). How the man had managed to find time to abuse him every single night, Misaki would never know. Maybe it's because he kept missing his deadlines.

"Oi, TAKAHASHI!" Hiroki shouted as he flung a book across the room.

Misaki's head took a direct hit from the hard book. He quickly sat up, nursing his poor injured head.

"Ow, ow, ow..." Misaki complained, rubbing his head.

"Don't you dare sleep in my class. Now, can you answer this question?" Hiroki barked, smacking his hand on some math equation on the board.

Misaki stupidly shook his head.

"I can't, I wasn't listening."

The students started laughing.

"Way to go, as if your grades aren't already bad enough." Misaki mentally sulked as he took his seat again.


Hiroki finally dismissed the students, and they rushed out of the room. But then, Hiroki pointed towards Misaki.

"You, Takahashi. See me in my office at 4:00PM sharp."

With that, Hiroki swiftly made his way out of the room.

"Stupid Kamijou-sensei, why do I have to go see him? It's not like this is my first time falling asleep in class. But if I don't go..."

Misaki shuddered at the thought (he heard rumors of Hiroki's punishment, despite being the one unpopular kid), and decided that he would go anyways.


Misaki showed up at Hiroki's office door. He took a glance at his watch that brightly flashed 4:01 PM at him. Hardeharhar. Perfect. Way to go. Now he was definitely in for a bad experience. He took a gulp and then decided to knock on the door. As the door creaked open, Misaki found that he was facing a very furious yet stressed 'Kamijou-sensei'. Misaki didn't dare to say anything, so he quietly followed Hiroki into the office.

"You damnable carefree kid, you're 1 minute late... I don't have all day, I'm a very busy teacher that has to deal with brats like you everyday..."

Hiroki paced up and down the room. He was clearly stressed and obviously needed a dose of coffee, but torturing students came first.

"Stop falling asleep in class, it's bad for your effort grade. I may have to ask your guardian to come and look into this matter next time."

Misaki knew that there was clearly another boy in class who fell asleep more often than him, he felt it was unfair that he didn't get scolded. He contemplated for a while, and decided that it was time to say something mean, even if it did get him in trouble, and even if it wasn't like him.

"Why are you always picking on me? Why just me? You pick on all the girls in class and me, but you never pick on the other boys in class! Especially Takasu, he's always falling asleep but you never scold him. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought that you were just sloppy or maybe even a homosexual!" Misaki raised a finger in the air to add emphasis to his statement.

The words had hit Hiroki pretty hard, and he started to shiver. Misaki noticed this, thinking that it was rather awkward of Hiroki to be flustered. Was it something he said? Hiroki began to sputter.

"W-w-what do you mean h-h-homosexual... Y-you shouldn't joke around with your t-t-teachers..."

Misaki was gobsmacked, to find what he said was actually true. Misaki may have been thickheaded at times, but this time he somehow picked up the hint that his 'homo-vibes' had sent him. He then decided that he would take advantage of the sitauation.

"Oh-ho, so it is true that you are a homosexual, so the rumors around school weren't fake, they were real!"

Hiroki started scrambling to find something around his desk, even though he wasn't really trying to find anything.

"W-w-what rumors? Surely you don't believe those s-silly little rumors..."

"It's okay Kamijou-sensei... Your secret is safe with me."

Misaki made swiftly made his way to the exit, impressed with his performance. He felt like he was really a sleeping lion that had woken up! (Pfft, not in a million years.)


Geez this is short. Move along to the next chapter now.