This is my first junjou romantica fanfic it is also connected to my gravitation fic called Monsters YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT. It is just a simple connection. Please no flames but feed back is extremely appreciated. Please go check out mitzia she is my awesome beta I couldn't do without her. (ps my first chapter is always short but the next couple will be longer)
"Misaki-kun! I got you some more pastries!"
I turned to see Eiri Aikawa, Usagi-san's editor, at the door way with a box in hand.
"Thank you, Aikawa." I give him a warm smile and take the box gratefully.
I'm starting to wonder what's gotten him into such a great mood since Usagi-san is two weeks late with her manuscript again. With perfect timing, Usagi-san came down the stairs nonchalantly.
"Usami-sensei! Where the fuck is your manuscript?!"
Oh, there goes the angel hello shrieky PMS demon Aikawa we all know and love.
"It's on the coffee table. If you opened your damn eyes, you would see it," Usagi-san snapped at him but Aikawa didn't seem to mind. I busied myself with making tea for the two of them while they did their work.
"Misaki, I just got notice that I have to leave for a week long trip and you got some mail."
Jeez, I really wish they would tell us sooner. It would be nice to know if my lo-roomate, yeah my roommate, is leaving for a week or not.
"Okay. Where are you staying?"
"Osaka. I'm working with a producer to get my book into movie, getting interviewed, and I have to go to a stupid award party again. I would ask you to come with us, but I know you have finals and a mandatory meeting later, so I'm not bothering to ask."
"Alright. I hope you have a good time."
I finished the tea and gave it to both of them and rushed upstairs to grab what me and Aikawa call the "Safety bag". It's filled with Tampons, midol, a huge bag of chocolate, a shirt that smells like me, sour cream and onion chips (Usagi-san's favorite period food), and a big bottle of whisky for Aikawa, knowing he will need it.
The door creaked open to our, I mean, Usagi-san's room and I see Usagi grabbing her prepacked suitcase and walking towards me in her usual attire - a black pencil skirt, a light blue button down shirt, and a purple vest showing off her full C-cup breasts and a little more than average sized hips.
Wait, hold up.
Why the hell am I thinking these things?
"Misaki, what are you thinking?" she purred seductively.
"Nothing, you perverted baka!"
"Don't worry, once I get back, I'll ravish you and get my refill of Misaki."
"Don't say such weird things!"
She shut me up with a passionate kiss, her lips moving against mine, her tongue searching every crevice in my mouth. A few seconds later, she pulled away, looking at me lustufully.
"I've got to go, love."
"Uh, have a great trip." I pass over the safety bag and she thanked me and left.
I sign inwardly as I descend down stairs. A whole week alone, it's bittersweet I guess.
I remember Usagi-san saying something about some mail. I go over to the desk in the hall where we put our keys, mail, and some miscellaneous objects. I pick up the letters and read them one by one. When I read the last one, I swear my heart stopped at the first sentence.