Hi! This is my very first fanfic, especially in english. There may be some mistakes, but I'm open to any help! Please, enjoy!

The M University's 35 years old literature professor and Matsuo Bashou expert Miyagi Yoh was sitting on the couch of their office what he shared with Kamijou Hiroki. Obviously he was smoking while tried to correct some essays. It wasn't like him to do his job, but the summer exams were really close, this is why he tried to catch up with himself.

Suddenly, his phone started to ring. At first he doesn't bothered himself with it at all, but after a while it became really irritating.

When he looked at the screen – he inherited Shinobu's white iBear 5S –his jaw dropped. Usually, his family wasn't calling him more than twice a year without a reason, and they've already talked a few months ago.

„Yes, mom?" Miyagi answered his phone really nervously. Even he had a suspicion, he didn't know why exactly was his mother calling, even so when he heard the tinkling voice there weren't any concern.

„Yoh, thank God you answered! How are you, son?"

„Mom, if this is the only reason why you called me, the situation is not the best to talk." He tried to sound distant. Miyagi loved his family, but also had his own life, he didn't need to be supervised 7/24. All in all, he is a 35 years old man now!

„Son, since you live in Tokyo, you got a really haughty behavior! Is this how you talk to you own Mother?! Anyway, I called you with a reason. Yukiko is getting married and you still didn't answer to your invitation letter." This is what I'm talking about...The reason why she called.

„Mom, I can't attend, got to go to a conference this weekend."

„Miyagi Yoh! Your family would be really happy if you'd care about them instead of your work! So, pull yourself together, get a suit and come to your sister's wedding, son! There's a chance you can find someone to yourself. It's time to forget your teacher already!"

Right in that moment the door opened and Takatsuki Shinobu (18, freshman at T uni, not to mention the son of the Dean of M uni and Miyagi's boss) entered with a bento in his hands.

It became a habit for the two of them to have lunch together every day in Miyagi's office. They lived together for about 3 months now, thus Shinobu was fond of to cook every day. It wasn't different today, the usually cabbage stir-fry in the box, this time with too much sesame oil.

He noticed his partner phone-conversation, and figured out what the old man was talking about.

Shinobu was the one who found the invitation in the letter box about a month ago.

„Okay, yes, understand. I'll be there on Saturday morning… No, I don't want to get rid of you, mom! I need to work. Yes. Then, on Saturday. Yes, bye!" The boy became excited. They're going to the wedding of Miyagi's sister! In this case, he have to buy two set of suits for the both of them. The old man barely had any casual clothes.

„I know what's in your head, and my answer is no." answered Miyagi while continued to mark his essays. He knew too well the little Terrorist, and knew that too, if the boy invented something, he just simly can't dissuade him.

„Bu-but! I could go with you, get to know your family properly, and… co-could be your attendant!"

„If we'd go there together, wasn't it too undeniable, what do you think? You still are underage!"

And the usually fight exploded. It took the whole lunch break. It was about everything as usual: the age gap, and the problems with it, the typical relationship problems as well. In the end there was a really angry Shinobu, an even angrier Miyagi and an arrangement: they go to the wedding together.

After this the younger of the two begun to get suits and presents obviously in the best quality.

And Miyagi was there too, holding his head, thinking how to tell everything to the Dean, and what he's going to say when he arrives home not alone.

First shorty chapter is over! I try to manage myself write more, but it's difficult to write and post trough phone. Tell me, if you like it, I'll translate and write the other chapters, if there's need.