Author's Note:I should really start considering writing in another point of view… But I really like first person. It makes me feel the character. But if the character I'm supposed to be feeling is an uke… Ah, well. I have no regrets.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sekaiichi Hatuskoi.

I Never Did

Ritsu's POV

I like this smell I opened my eyes. It smells like…I sat up suddenly. Takano-san.I felt horrified. "Why do I even know that it smells like Takano-san?"

"It's simple, really." My boss leaned on the doorframe. "Or would you like another explanation?" He smiled mischievously. "And would you like another sample with that?"

"Takano-san!" I screamed. "Get out of here! Wait, how did you get in my apartment?"

"So do you want me to answer your question or leave?"

"Out!"

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After screaming at my boss like that, I had a feeling he won't be making me life easy for a while. I was right.

"Onodera."

I didn't get to sit down in the first hour of work. When I did, piles of manuscripts were on my desk, all of them due by the end of the week. Not just the end of an ordinary week, but the end of hellweek. And the manuscripts were most probably for the day only. I was sure more would come.

Apparently, Takano-san still wasn't done torturing me. When he got up, he went behind me and leaned over. "I could help you with your work, you know," he whispered.

"Great," I snapped. "So help me."

"On one condition."

I groaned.

"I'll help you ifyou admit to me that you love me."

I scowled. "Keep dreaming."

"Alright then." He straightened. "In that case, everything will be due by the end of the week and there's still more to come. So if you want to keep up, I suggest you finish all that today."

I gagged. "Today?!"

"Yes. Unless you admit you-"

"No!"

"-me, I'll help you. Or would you want me to make-"

"NO!"

"-to you just so you'd say it?"

I decided to ignore him completely and went back to my own work.

Honestly, I can't say I was proud about ignoring him like that, though. He left me alone the whole day, but I could tell something was up.

That night, he barged into my apartment again to drop a few more manuscripts. I was about to complain and almost set out to force him to help me when I remembered I couldn't. If I did, thingswould most probably happen. And I didn't have time for that. Well, I neverhad time for that. I mean, I never liked it. He just forced me into doing it and… It's complicated.

He sat on the sofa beside him. As usual, I ignored him.

"Onodera."

I didn't answer.

"Onodera."

Just ignore him and he'll go away.

He hit my head with one of the thickest manuscripts I was editing. "Onodera!"

"What-"

"Here." He handed me a bottle of beer.

I stared at it. "What is that?"

"A bottle of beer."

"I know that! I mean-"

"It's a peace offering. I was treating you like a slave the whole day."

I took it hesitantly. "Sure…"

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I woke up the next day feeling a bit dizzy. Well, it isthe middle of hell week and…and…"I can't believe I slept through work again."

I dashed out to the living room to find Takano-san still on the sofa, editing manuscripts.

"Takano-san? What are you doing here?"

"Editing manuscripts," he answered without even a glance at me.

"But I'mthe one who's supposed to check them."

"I did say I'd help you in one condition."

"But I never even said I had feelings for you!" I scowled.

Takano smirked. "Of course you never did. You said you lovedme."

"When the hell did that happen?"

He just sat back with his hands behind his head and smiled all mischievously. "It's really amazing how much you forget when you're drunk, huh?"

Author's Note:People at school ask me to write stuff. And sometimes, I write stuff during class. I did this one during two periods of Physics. Don't worry; I know what we're doing. My teacher just thought I was really responsible in taking down notes…