For once in his life, Hiroki had a big, goofy smile on his face.
It was a beautiful day outside; the golden sun shone all throughout the neighborhood without a single cloud in the sky, making the emerald leaves on the trees almost glimmer in the light. Not even the birds chirping—which normally made Hiroki go into a murderous rampage in the morning from they woke him up—phased him at all. Hiroki was fortunate that this wonderful weather just so happened to be on this first day of spring break, so he wouldn't have to grade papers anytime soon.
Hiroki spent from morning until afternoon underneath the Japanese maple tree in his yard, reading several new books that Nowaki bought for him recently.
Nowaki.
The tall, raven-haired man wasn't himself, lately. He seemed to blank out sometimes, not even knowing that Hiroki was even talking to him. He sometimes just went to work without giving Hiroki one of those stupid hugs or 'I love you's' that Hiroki claimed to think were the corniest things ever.
Whatever, he's just being Nowaki he thought. I shouldn't bother worrying; he always comes out a work funk in no time at all.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, Hiroki kind of missed those hugs—
No, no I don't! he assured himself, going back to his book; he was determined not to let the thought of Nowaki being in a slump ruin his day.
I'll just ask him what's wrong tonight; he'll open up he thought. Suddenly, a noise came ripping down the road that was much worse in Hiroki's book than a bunch of noisy, chirping birds.
"Stupid fucking motorcyclists." Hiroki hissed angrily, his trademark scowl plastering right back onto his face. He could see the guy coming down his street, but he was too far away to see who he was.
Hiroki hated the sound of motorcycles; they gave him a headache and always scared the living daylights out of him when they came roaring down the road, especially at night when he was trying to sleep. This guy's motorcycle was way too damn loud for Hiroki's liking; he took a stone and promptly aimed to chuck it at the jerk who just ruined his perfect day. He was astounded, however, when the motorcyclist slowed down significantly and pulled into his driveway.
"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" Hiroki barked, storming over to the concrete with the rock in hand. The guy's head was covered by a full-face helmet and he was making no moves to take it off, which just pissed Hiroki off even more. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" Hiroki growled, beginning to lose his patience very quickly. He got off the motorcycle and Hiroki stepped back a little, a little bit thrown off by the man's gigantic height.
God, he's just as big as—
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Hiro-san, you don't recognize me?" the man laughed, pulling off his helmet in one fell swoop. Tufts of silky black hair fell into the man's face, framing his familiar sapphire-blue eyes.
"N-Nowaki?" Hiroki exclaimed in complete and utter disbelief. "Since when do you ride?"
"A friend of mine was selling his motorcycle because he was getting a new model. He sold it to me for a relatively cheap price, too."
"But… how did you know how to ride one?"
"He taught me how after work for the past week after I bought it from him. Do you like it, Hiro-san?" The man smiled in utter bliss. Hiroki swallowed; he hated motorcycles, he hated motorcyclists… but damn, did he look good in that tight leather jacket…
Hiroki shook his head; he refused to let his boyfriend become one of those biker guys who do nothing but drink beer and ogle at tattooed women—
Hiroki shuddered.
"Nowaki, as a doctor, y-you should know that motorcycles are dangerous!" He stammered.
"Oh Hiro-san, I know the risks and I'll be able to handle myself just fine. Why, are you worried about me?" he grinned.
"N-no, I'm not!" Hiroki spat, blushing a little. "Do what you want, you big oaf." He muttered. Suddenly, Nowaki dipped him over and kissed his lips. "Mmph! Nowaki, not out here!"
"You said I could do what I want, Hiro-san." He pointed out. If looks could kill, Hiroki's glare would have made Nowaki a dead man in seconds.
"Cheeky bastard. Go put that thing in garage."
"Yes, Hiro-san!" As Nowaki made his merry way, Hiroki huffed.
This is definitely going to take some getting used to.
My first Junjou Romantica fanfic, and my second fanfic ever published ^^ Reviews would be greatly appreciated so I will be motivated to write some steamy scenes in later chapters; I have quite a few ideas up my sleeve~