Tonight's story consists of two of our very beloved characters, and the struggles and tribulations of trust within a relationship. Let me paint the setting for our first act; it is one of the many awards evenings held for our dear author, the great Lord Usami Akihiko, but our story is not about him; it is the smaller lover of this man that our story is based around. Misaki Takahashi, the all but failing student of the renowned Mitsuhashi University, many would look at him and clearly agree that he did not belong at such an event. He fidgeted with the cuffs on his dinner jacket, bought especially for the evening, while looking around at everyone decked out in their most prized suits, freshly stitched dresses and shiny jewellery. To say that he felt uncomfortable was an understatement.

Looking around once more, he couldn't help but notice the man beside Usagi seemed familiar. Misaki couldn't quite place him until Usagi whispered something in his ear, and the man turned bright red and started shouting, his hands flailing beside him as if looking for something. Misaki couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, his Kamijou the devil laughing and joking with Usagi.

He sighed and looked down. How was it that his professor, who was known for his angry persona, could have fun at one of these events and Misaki couldn't even find it in him to fake a smile for his lover.

Enter the second main character of our story.

Nowaki looked at the short boy stood next to him, feeling some sort of compassion for him. He could tell the boy didn't want to be there, and if he was completely honest, neither did he. After he had found the invitation in the trash a few days prior and had bugged Hiroki to take him, even if it was for Usami, a man he would have declared his arch nemesis if he were a character in a comic. It had taken him a few hours, and a few of his special tricks he saved for getting something he wanted, before Hiroki gave into the giant puppy's wishes and called Usagi up and told him that he was attending the awards evening and that he would like his invitation to be plus one.

Nowaki thought that this evening would be special, a night that he would have spent with Hiroki dancing and drinking champagne. His dream was far from reality, once Hiroki had a glass of wine his social upbringing kicked in and Nowaki was left to fend for himself.

Not many people know this, but Nowaki is pretty shy. Stick him in a room full of sick children and he will shine and make them laugh, stick him in an overly large ballroom full of people of an upper-class level of society and he will cower in the corner waiting for Hiroki to tire of socialising and take him home.

He was brought out of his thoughts, when the smaller boy beside him started choking on one of the hors d'oeuvre being served. His doctor instincts kicked in and he gave the boy a hearty slap on the back, making a small, black olive fly across the room and into one of the older ladies over-bearing hats.

Nowaki offered the boy some of his water, who politely accepted and started sipping, "Are you okay? That was quite something there. My name is Nowaki Kusama, by the way." He gave the boy his gentle smile he reserved for his favourite patients, and watched him as he stared up in awe.

Misaki simply couldn't understand how someone could grow as tall as the man next to him, he didn't know how he had not seen him earlier. Remembering his manners somewhere between drinking the water and glancing at Nowaki, he bowed and stuttered out, "S-sorry, I mean thank you for saving me, I mean... My name is Misaki Takahashi, please look after me." After coughing a little to try and cover from his embarrassment, he looked back up at Nowaki only to see him giving him the brightest smile he had seen in a while.

Staring at him once again, Misaki couldn't help but feel as if he had met Nowaki somewhere before; then it hit him, "You're the flower-shop guy! Ahh, I'm sorry, I mean, are you the guy I brought some flowers from?"

Nowaki found Misaki absolutely charming, at least in a lost kitten sort of way, "Well, I do sometimes help out at a flower-shop near the university. So it probably is me you're thinking of."

Smiling at him once again, Misaki blushed as the taller man let out a small chuckle.

"Who're you here with, Misa-chan? I don't peg you as someone to come to these sorts of things alone." There was something in Nowaki's voice that made Misaki feel relaxed and comfortable around him.

"I'm here with my boyfr- I mean, my landlord, Usami-san. And you, Kusama-san?" Nowaki smiled at the boys obvious embarrassment and politeness.

"Please, call me Nowaki. I'm here with my lover," Nowaki looked around for Hiroki and found him in the centre of a group of cackling women, smirking he pointed him out, "That's him, laughing one in the middle of those ladies."

Misaki looked over to where Nowaki was pointing and couldn't see anyone that he thought would be his lover, and then he realised that Nowaki had said'he'. Blushing again, he looked once more and saw that the only male in the group was professor Kamijou the devil. Just as he looked at him, Hiroki looked up and tried to spot Nowaki, finding the task easier than expected, he waved at him and carried on his conversation with the women.

Misaki for the second time tonight, couldn't believe his eyes. Nowaki was the lover of his teacher, a man of ruthlessness and lacking even the smallest amount of mercy. Shaking his head, he just didn't want to believe it; seeing Nowaki light up at the drop of acknowledgement, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth lost all function and dropped open.

"Y-you're lovers with demon Kami- I mean, professor Kamijou?" Nowaki grinned at the nickname Misaki had said, knowing that only his students called him that, and realised that he must be the one that Hiroki had told him was going out with Usagi.

Once they got talking they found that they enjoyed each others company, and by the end of the night they had exchanged phone numbers. Misaki revelled in the fact that he could talk about his relationship with Usagi without having to worry about Nowaki wanting to steal him away from him like Sumi-sempai, and Nowaki simply enjoyed talking with the bright-eyed boy.

Two days later, Misaki was just finishing washing the dishes after dinner when his phone buzzed on the coffee table in the other room. Hearing this he ran through, not wanting Usagi to get to it before hand, he knew that he would get jealous and do something like break his phone for having another man contacting him.

Opening his phone, he saw that the message was indeed from Nowaki.

Hey Misa-chan.

I was wondering if you like to grab some coffee with me tomorrow,

I'm working at the flower-shop, so just stop by whenever.

Nowaki :)

Misaki couldn't stop the smile from creeping on to his lips and quickly wrote a reply, making sure that his spelling and grammar were correct before sending, glad that Nowaki chose against using text-slang as well.

Hi Nowaki.

Please stop calling me Misa-chan, it's embarrassing. .

I would love to go get coffee with you tomorrow.

I'll stop by at around noon, after my morning classes.

Misaki ^_^

Unbeknown to Misaki, Usagi was watching from the top of the stairs and the minute he was back in the kitchen, Usagi read the messages.

This was originally intended to be a two/three-shot, but I got so carried away while writing I've decided to go against my better judgement and make it longer. :)

Hope you enjoyed reading, thank Booboobitxh666 for the idea.

Reviews and criticism are always welcome.