A loud clatter and some creative cursing caused Misaki to run into Usagi's study, where the silver-haired man had just thrown his chair.
"Usagi-san! W-what's going on?" The brunette shouted, running over to pick up the chair and make sure that nothing else had been broken.
"I've been paid to write a dreadful piece of writing that doesn't deserve the title of literature."
"Like his boys-love novels are deserving of that title either…" Misaki thought. "Um, why?"
"Our publishing company decided to hold an auction for charity. The winner" he spat "wants ME to write a children's novel for his son!"
He turned around, suddenly thoughtful.
"Maybe I can start him on homosexuality early on…"
"Usagi-san! No!" Misaki frowned. "That is NOT appropriate!"
"Well, this father does read my boys-love novels-"
"NO! You will write a happy children's story without any homosexuality or sex!"
Usagi turned around with a strangely peaceful smile. Misaki instantly distrusted it.
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Misaki shook with anger as he held the children's book in his hands.
"Why the HELL am I in here?"
Usagi just smirked devilishly, grabbed the younger's chin and enveloped his lips with his own.