AN: Romantica Storyline will continue in chapter 4, this chapter centers around Junjou Egoist and will be longer than the last.

Special thanks to: TGYamiBakura who informed me that my last story had been uploaded in random italics… I don't know what happened, but… it was weird.

Also to Kokiden, who said: "…either you or your beta or both have done an excellent job!" What a nice compliment! I don't have a beta, so it made me turn to mush when I read that! I actually only spent a small amount of time on it… And thanks to all other reviewers! You're ALL too kind!

Warnings: Yaoi, more like shonen-ai in this chapter… AND SPOILERS! (Up to vol 10)

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Chapter 2: Birthday Wish List

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-Wednesday 2-

Kusama Nowaki was, by no means, the type of man who would ever, EVER cheat… so when his lover, Kamijou Hiroki spontaneously asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and the unsuspecting med student froze up and grabbed the first thing he could off of the table, that being a magazine, and raised it up to show Kamijou, pointing at the woman on the cover and saying: 'This new rising star is pretty cute, huh?' Kamijou did NOT buy it. Not for an INSTANT.

Arching a brow, arms folded, Kamijou just stared at his lover.

"…" Slowly, Nowaki turned the magazine so that he, too, could see the woman on the front cover. She was a Scandinavian Opera singer with one eyebrow who probably weighed three times their combined weight. "…Well… I… I think she's sort of cute…"

"…What would you like for your birthday, Nowaki?" Kamijou asked again, shaking his head and repressing a shudder… He didn't have anything against Scandinavian women… nor did he have anything against women who were fat… nor did he have anything against women that couldn't grasp the concept of using a razor to separate their eyebrows… It was just that the mere thought of women pretty much turned him off.

"My birthday…" Nowaki sighed, blushing lightly. "Well… I don't know, really… th-there's nothing in particular… Anyway, it's not like it's my real birthday anyway…"

"A birthday is a birthday and the person who is having the birthday should always have a HAPPY birthday, so make a list." Kamijou huffed. "For the past two birthdays, I've tried sneaking around and watching to see what you pick up and what you seem interested in, and whenever I think about buying it, you buy it first!"

"Because if I want something, I'll just buy it…" Nowaki blinked. "Unless it's extravagant or something."

Kamijou's eyes flashed and he leaned over, moving to the edge of his seat as his eyes widened slightly. "…Extravagant?"

"…Like something neither of us could afford." Nowaki laughed softly at his lover's reaction.

"If it's something I can't afford anyway, tell me." Kamijou suggested, quite interested to hear what it could possibly be… besides, he had connections… sort of… he had Usami anyway.

"Well… it's not just the extravagance… it's that it's just not very realistic…"

"Then definitely tell me, Nowaki." Kamijou huffed.

"Well…" Nowaki thought about it. "…If I had to name the most extravagant thing out there… it'd be a trip to…" He fell silent, face flushing deeply.

"…A trip toooo…?" Kamijou, despite struggling not to seem too absorbed in Nowaki's confession, was now literally sitting on the edge of his seat in their cramped living room.

". . . O-o-onta…O-onta…"

"Onta…?" Kamijou blinked, confused.

"Ontario… Canada…" Nowaki practically deflated, as though he'd just admitted his most kinky fantasy or something.

"…Why would you want to go there?" Kamijou blinked, confused. "Oh! Do you want to see the Niagara Falls?!"

"…Partly… but uh… Ah! I'd better start on dinner now!" Nowaki stood, suddenly, hurrying into the kitchen.

'Nowaki wants to see Niagara Falls…' Kamijou thought, tapping his chin as he sat down in his seat, properly. 'But this is going to take more than Akihiko's resources… I'll need to check to see about Nowaki getting some time off from work- then there's me getting time off from work… so much to consider… and in only a few week's time…'

"Hiro-san, what would you like for dinner?" Nowaki poked his head back into the living room.

"Nowaki…" Kamijou trailed off as he turned to him and gawked as he was pounced.

"Hiro-san wants ME for dinner?! I'm so happy!"

"What?! NO!! GET OFF! I WAS JUST GOING TO ASK YOU A QUESTION, IDIOT!!" Kamijou struggled to push his lover off of him and Nowaki just nuzzled his neck, lovingly.

"What did Hiro-san want to ask me?" Nowaki asked, kissing Kamijou on the jaw and Kamijou somehow squirmed his way out of Nowaki's hold. "I was going to ask if you're working on the week of your birthday."

"I got my birthday off, but there's no way I could take off a whole week!"

"…Really?" Kamijou huffed, pouting slightly.

"Why?" Nowaki asked, eyes narrowing, suspiciously.

"I thought… the perfect gift would be to compose a seven-day list that you could come up with for things for us to… you know… do…"

Nowaki blinked, registering what his lover had told him before his face lit up like an eight year old boy who'd been promised a trip to Disney World. "Hiro-saaan!"

"Anyway, you work on the list, I'll make dinner. I wanted to try out a new recipe." Kamijou huffed, heading into the kitchen.

"Ah- a list! Yes! A list!" Nowaki grabbed their grocery list and turned it over, scribbling some things down.

"Don't forget to use the front when you go shopping tomorrow." Kamijou huffed, annoyed. "…You can also buy yourself some scratch paper if you need it-"

"A notebook!"

"NOT A NOTEBOOK! WHAT ALL COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT TO DO IN JUST A WEEK?!" Kamijou gawked.

"Do they make 500 page notebooks? Or lined printer paper, perhaps…" Nowaki wasn't paying attention; he was too busy scribbling down his first thoughts.

"UGH…" Kamijou watched, annoyed. 'He's putting too much passion into this fake gift… at least this is a good way to get him to take that week off, but… I guess if this plan falls through, I can always go through with his little list and call it my plan B…'

"Anything I want, right?" Hiro looked up, eyes sparkling.

"…You know there are limits! ALWAYS LIMITS!" Kamijou folded his arms, huffing. "…How does flounder with soy sauce sound? For dinner?"

"Sounds good, with rice, please!" Nowaki nodded.

"You didn't buy rice, it's on the list! We have to have ramen."

"Ramen is good, too!"

Kamijou headed into the kitchen, pulling the ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards. Sighing, he turned on the stove.

'I've been wondering what Nowaki would want for his birthday… I've been wondering for the past six years… it always gets me thinking… that… if Nowaki grew up as an orphan… the thing he must have wanted very most growing up would be a family, right…? All he has is me… we're not a normal couple… we're gay… can someone who grew up an orphan really be happy in a homosexual relationship with no promise of a real family…? Although he DOES keep on insisting on meeting my parents… over… and over… and over…'

His brows furrowed and he raised his finger to the middle of his brows, thinking of the woman on the magazine cover and trying not to make a wrinkly brow-face.

He brought his knife down into the flounder, thinking back on how good Nowaki was with those kids in the hospital…

His wrinkled brow vanished, and he smiled, warmly at the memory before frowning, sadly, wondering if Nowaki wanted children, and contemplating on how unfortunate it was that he probably never would…

"Hiro-san, you make so many different facial expressions in just one minute! What's wrong??"

Hiro gawked, accidently cutting himself with the knife. Just when had Nowaki materialized right beside him and just how long had he been standing there, watching him, anyway??

"Guah-! Hiro-saaan!" Nowaki pointed at the blood streaming out of Kamijou's finger.

"Aaah-! Is that how a med student is supposed to react?!" Kamijou snapped.

"I was surprised!" Nowaki huffed.

"YOU were surprised?!" Kamijou snapped, scrambling about the kitchen to find a band-aid or paper towels, or something.

"Hiro-san! It's my fault! Hold still!"

"It's fine! I'm used to a simple cut! I don't need you to bandage it just because you're some med student, I'm still well-capable of handling a simple paper cut or nick from a knife!" Kamijou snapped, making his way to the bathroom and turning on the cold water.

"But, Hiro-san, warm water would be better-!"

"Quiet, you! I said leave me alone!" Kamijou picked up a bottle of triple-anti biotic ointment and squeezed it.

"But Hiro-san! That's-!"

"I said go away!"

"But-"

"GO AWAY!"

"That's toothpaste!"

"…"

"…"

Kamijou gawked down at the toothpaste he was smearing into his little cut.

"…Hiro-san! You never let me take proper care of you, you're so oppositional!" Nowaki huffed.

"Shut up! This wouldn't have happened had you not been distracting me!" Kamijou snapped, washing his wound under warm water, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone…" Nowaki huffed, storming out.

"Just go work on your list!" Kamijou called after him.

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-Thursday 3A-

"Kamijoooou-teeenteeeei…" Miyagi You whined as he crammed some last books into his trunk. "Are you sure you're going to bring my car back? I have this sneaking suspicion you just stole the entire library and that I'm like… aiding and abetting in a serious crime…" He struggled to close his trunk. "And that I'll never see you or my precious baby again." He hugged the side of his car.

Kamijou's brow twitched as he stuffed some books into the back. "These books were going to be thrown away! I can't let that happen! So I'll make sure they receive a good home."

"Are you keeping your place in this one?" Miyagi asked, noticing a list poking out of the side of one book. He pulled it out as Kamijou tried sitting on Miyagi's trunk to get it to close, crying out in a mix of fear and pain when the trunk popped open and he went flipping through the air, only to land perfectly on his feet, a little shocked, eyes twitching.

"Instead of calling him Kamijou the Devil, maybe we should call him Kamijou the cat…" One of Kamijou's students… Sumi Keiichiro, if he recalled correctly, had seen the display and was nudging his little brunette friend- that one Usami had once come over to keep an eye on…

Kamijou turned, eyes practically glowing red.

"Kuaa! Sumi-sempai, c'mon!!" Misaki grabbed Sumi by the sleeve and darted off.

Miyagi laughed at the display. "You're pretty good at gymnastics, Kamijou… I wonder why…" Miyagi smirked. "Maybe all that practice being flexible and agile in school libraries and in the bedroom…"

Kamijou turned his glowing red eyes to Miyagi, pointing at him. "You be quiet, too!" He somehow got the trunk to close before huffing. "…So, regarding this whole situation, what exactly do you want to do?"

Miyagi thought about it, glancing down at the list in his hands. "…Hmmm… take a bath with Hiro-san… kiss Hiro-san good morning…?"

Kamijou turned to him, flushing deeply. "How many times do I have to tell you not to hit on me and don't you ever call me tha- AAAAAAAH!!" His jaw dropped when he realized Miyagi was staring, very interestedly, at the list Nowaki had put together.

A wiiiiide grin spread across Miyagi's face and the list went straight up in Miyagi's left hand, his other coming to rest, quite roughly, on Kamijou's head, stopping him from jumping up to take it back.

"Professor- you bastard! Give me back that list!"

"It's mine."

"IT'S NOT!"

BOOM!!

The two blinked, before slowly turning to take notice in the fact that the trunk had exploded open and books were flying everywhere.

"Aaaaah!" A kid screamed, running. "Devil Kamijou is attacking students at random, now!"

"I'm not even in his class!" Another screamed.

"Book fiiiiight!" Another wailed.

"There he is, GET 'IM!" A somewhat familiar-sounding voice called and suddenly a book hit Kamijou dead in the face, knocking him flat on his back.

"Guah! Kamijou!" Miyagi gawked, stuffing the list in his pocket as he hurried to Kamijou's dying bedside.

"…Why do I throw them if it hurts so much…?" Kamijou mumbled, clutching his bruising face.

"Kamijou… your beautiful face… I'll seek vengeance." Miyagi promised, taking Kamijou's hands in one hand as he helped him to sit up slightly. "Oh, Kamijou… I knew him well…"

"What're you doing, you son of a-"

"Shhh…" Miyagi laid him down and pushed two fingers to Kamijou's eyelids, closing them. "Sleep, now."

"You bastard."

"Hey, that old guy is also in the Lit department! He's aiding the devil- get him, too!"

"Yeah!!"

Miyagi slowly gawked up as a horde of books came flying their way.

"Kamijou, you have to leave, now!" He picked Kamijou up, stuffed him in the front seat of his car, put the keys in the ignition and twisted, slammed the door closed and ran around to the other side of the car, picking up as many books as he could along the way and throwing them into the passenger's side, closing that door, too before leaning in through the window.

"Professor- what about you?!" Kamijou asked, blinking.

"The lives of these books are more important. Make sure they find a good home." Miyagi exclaimed, dramatically, even raising a clenched fist for emphasis.

"I'll never forget you." Kamijou played along, only for a moment, speaking in a monotonous and rather irritated tone. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

"Wait, you're seriously going to bring my car back tonight, though, right?"

"Sleep now." Kamijou smirked, reaching two fingers up to close Miyagi's eyes.

"Humpf!" Miyagi watched as Kamijou sped off.

He turned. "That's enough. He's gone, now pick up these books."

The students groaned and helped to pick up what they could.

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Kamijou sighed as he dragged the last of the books into their home, collapsing on the floor. After he caught his breath from walking up a billion and a half flights of stairs, he wriggled his way across the floor and draped his arms lovingly around a small stack of his new books. "…Mmm… beautiful, so beautiful…"

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki let himself in, suddenly, blinking. "Why is that guy's car parked in our-"

"Nowaki…" Kamijou whined. "Make tea."

"….Eh?" Nowaki blinked, looking around, suspiciously for any sign of that cigarette-smoking bastard that his beloved Hiro-san worked with.

"I'm dying, Nowaki, get me some tea."

"Eh?!" Nowaki dropped all suspicions, dropping to his knees beside Kamijou and setting his water bottle down. "What's the matter, Hiro-san?"

"Sooo manyyy booooks…"

"Oh…" Nowaki noticed them all, suddenly. "…Hiro-san, you got some new books."

"Very observant. Tea, please."

"Did you lug all of these up here by yourself?" Nowaki flipped through one, curiously.

"Yes I did. Some tea?"

"Did you steal that car in front of the-"

"TEEEEEAAA!!"

"…Oh, right… I'll get you some tea." Nowaki stood.

"Water."

"Eh?"

"Just want water." Kamijou's hand reached out for the bottled water Nowaki had set on the ground. His fingers came just a few inches short of reaching it. "…Nnigh…"

"…" Nowaki reached out, picking up the bottle and uncapping it. "Hiro-san, you want the rest of my water? There's not much left, the last of it is probably just spit."

"I don't care."

"No?" Nowaki got a somewhat perverted idea as he put the bottle to his lips.

"NO!!" Kamijou whined, slapping Nowaki in the leg, annoyed. "Don't drink it right in front of me!"

Nowaki took it all into his mouth, cupped Kamijou's cheeks in his palms and fed him the water via mouth to mouth.

After Kamijou swallowed, he let his head thud against the floor. "Gugh… tea, please."

Nowaki, pleased, headed into the kitchen to prepare some tea. "What's with the books, Hiro-san?"

"They're from our school library- they're a bit outdated and thus were going to be recycled and or thrown away, so I took them."

"Did you have permission?" Nowaki came back with some cups of tea.

"Uh… subtly changing the subject; how was work?" Kamijou asked, taking his drink and downing it in one long gulp.

"…Um… subtly cha… tea… err- work! Yes! Work was good! Are there any medical books in this bunch?" He looked around.

"I had some medical ones set aside somewhere- nn… I think in our room."

"Thank you, Hiro-san!" Nowaki sparkled.

"Don't thank me for trash. Anyway, I'm going to use the internet and sell these!"

"…Are you sure that's okay?"

"Yes! I'm saving up for a trip!"

"A trip? To where?"

Kamijou gawked down at the floor, realizing he'd almost spilled the beans about his intended gift for Nowaki. "…A… trip to… the store! Oh, speaking of which, have you already gone shopping?"

"I was going to swing by Queen Kamaya's after work, but it was too far out of the way… and I realized I didn't have that list. Have you seen it?"

". . . Oh crap." Kamijou grumbled. "…That bastard took it…"

"What bastard?"

"…Err… the one who leant me his car… I need to return the car anyway… shoot, it'd be so much more convenient to drive there and do our shopping… I was even going to go to pick you up today- it's nice to have a car sometimes… but… you got home first."

"How long have you been bringing books in?" Nowaki blinked, picking up a stack that had toppled over.

"Just a couple hours… let me call him…" Kamijou reached for his phone, readying to dial Miyagi's number before he blinked, glancing up when he realized Nowaki was watching the screen like a cat. "…What're you doing?"

"Nothing."

"…" Kamijou's eyes narrowed.

"…"

"…"

The two were engaged in somewhat of a staring contest.

Finally, Nowaki blurted: "I don't like that you're always with that smoking guy… It's even worse that you WORK with him! You see him more than me!"

"…What about you, working with that sempai of yours?" Kamijou huffed, brow twitching. 1

"How is that similar to this?" Nowaki blinked, confused.

"If you claim that you have no feelings toward your sempai, then it's exactly the same." Kamijou huffed. "Your sempai is some guy showing you the ropes, right? Miyagi professor is simply my superior!"

"But Hiro-san came thiiiis close to kissing that guy the night we-"

"YOU SLEPT WITH HIM!" Kamijou interrupted Nowaki, referring to that bastard from the hospital.

"I fell asleep…"

"Go fall asleep NOW so I can call Professor Miyagi! He did me this huge favor by lending me this car!"

"Why? So you could transport some books? … I'm buying a car!"

"WHAT?!" Kamijou's eye twitched.

"It'll be my birthday gift to myself, that way you don't ever have to borrow anything from Cigarette-smoking man again!"

"Ciga- His name is-- YOU CAN'T JUST UP AND BUY A CAR!!"

"I want it!" Nowaki turned, huffing and folding his arms.

"If you want a car, I'll get you one for your birthday!"

"YOU can't afford a car!"

"Neither can you!" Kamijou snapped. "I could if I wanted to, my parents have offered to buy me one countless times, maybe I should take them up on the offer!"

"You wouldn't, because of your pride." Nowaki argued, annoyed before blinking. "…do you even have a license?"

"Err… anyway, we don't need a car! We get along just fine as we are!"

"Well I'm buying it!" Nowaki argued.

"I'm buying it for you!!" Kamijou huffed.

"Don't buy me a car! I don't even really want a car! Stick to the list!" Nowaki huffed.

"If you don't want it, then don't buy it! This was a one-time thing anyway! When will I ever be lucky enough to come to owning so many books again??" Kamijou turned to a mountain of books, hugging it. "…They're miiine, all miiine…"

Nowaki glowered, jealously at the books. "They have to go, too!"

"WHAT?!"

"Book burning!" Nowaki snapped.

"Don't you ever say those two words in this house again!" Kamijou pointed at him, furiously.

"…Book…"

"FFffmm…" Kamijou inhaled, sharply, glowering.

"Bur-"

Suddenly Kamijou's cell went off, breaking the two out of their marital spat. They both stared at one another, a tad awkwardly for a moment, before they checked their phones, and Nowaki glanced, angrily at the name that showed up on Kamijou's.

Kamijou answered, annoyed. "Professor, I was just about to call you… yes, just fine, thanks again… Pick it up? Why would I make you walk all the way out here just to pick it up? Eh? I'm not lonely! How is that considered lonely?!"

Nowaki glowered.

"Rain?" Kamijou huffed, leaning against the wall. "It's not even raining outside, and I don't think he would want me going alone, anyway- he doesn't trust you. I don't blame him. You take advantage of high school boys."

At this, Nowaki gawked.

"He looks like a high school brat. Anyway, I'll drop it off… ramen noodles? …What do you mean half way here? I don't hear any cars…"

Kamijou huffed, hanging up.

"Did he hang up on you?" Nowaki blinked.

"He's going to come pick it up…" Kamijou huffed before thinking. "Too bad we haven't shopped yet; we could invite him in for dinner."

"Aaaah!!" Nowaki gawked, disturbed by the mere suggestion.

"That way YOU'D finally see we have no interest in each other." Kamijou huffed.

"INVITING HIM TO DINNER IS INDICATIVE OF BEING INTERESTED NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT, NOT TO MENTION IT MEANS YOU HAVE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP!!" Nowaki bellowed.

"We're co-workers! Co-workers can spend time with one another outside of work." Kamijou snapped, grabbing a business book and opening it. "As is explained in this random chapter I turned to in this random book, it will strengthen our teamwork skills!"

"…I want to strengthen my teamwork skills... maybe I should invite Sempai over to dinner…" Nowaki considered this. "As an apology for when you decked him…"

"No." Kamijou snapped. "Professor Miyagi may be a creepy, flirtatious, disorganized, messy man, but he didn't hit on me to piss you off on purpose like that bastard did. That guy's a manipulative bastard."

"…Doesn't that… professor Miyagi guy… make you do all his work for him so he won't tell on you for the mess we made in the library?"

"Err…"

"Isn't that manipulation?"

"Well, he's got nothing on me now that he's dating that 18 year old kid-"

"Oh, the high scholar you mentioned is 18? You gave me the impression he was like 16 or something…" Nowaki let out a sigh of relief.

"Eighteen is still 17 years younger than Professor Miyagi… he's 35."

"So? Age doesn't matter… does it, Hiro-san?"

"Yeah… at that point." Kamijou huffed, sitting down against the couch and sipping at the tea Nowaki had brought him. He grabbed a random book, smiling at it in all its glory…

"…Where do you draw the line?" Nowaki inquired, suddenly.

Kamijou sweat dropped. Nowaki looked like he might start bawling if Kamijou said: "Four!" Ah, that would be cruel, anyway…

"I dunno… fifteen…" Kamijou threw out a random number.

"Fifteen is too many." Nowaki seemed satisfied with this answer and headed off.

"…Maybe we should invite them both to dinner…" Kamijou contemplated. "As thanks for lending us the car."

"We have no groceries because he has my list… why does he have my list?" Nowaki asked.

"Uuumm…" Kamijou thought up a lie. "…I was using it as a bookmark…" Crap, that wasn't a lie- that was the truth! "And then he noticed it…" Crap! Crap! Crap! That's not a lie!

"…" Nowaki nodded, slowly.

"… Then… a… dinosaur…"

Nowaki arched a brow.

"No… wait… a ninja…" Kamijou trailed off yet again.

"…" Nowaki stared, confused.

"…Oh! The trunk exploded… then- oh! I got hit in the face with a book!"

"Huh?" Nowaki went beady eyed.

"A kid hit me in the face with a book!" Kamijou exclaimed.

"…Why?" Nowaki blinked, snapping out of his stupor.

"And you know what… getting hit with books hurts…" Kamijou raised a hand to his face at the memory.

"Yes, I know… I think anyone who's ever met you knows this fact." Nowaki rubbed the back of his head at the memories. All those books… all those bumps… "…Anyway, how'd he get the list?"

"He took it, okay?! He thought it was funny, he was teasing me, and he took it!" Kamijou admitted, annoyed. "…But at least HE didn't hit me with a book in the face… I never aim for the face… does it hurt to get hit in the arm, I wonder?"

"Yes… it does… a lot… Hiro-san, why did you hide that from me?"

"Because you already don't like him." Kamijou huffed.

"He could donate all his money to orphan children and I still wouldn't like him." Nowaki shrugged, turning and picking up some of the books to relocate. They had a book room, after all…

'Donate all his money to orphan children?' Kamijou thought, 'That gives me another idea for a birthday present for Nowaki! That orphanage he donates to- I should donate all these books to that orphanage!!'

"…Hiro-san, your smiling face is so cute- but what did I say that made you so happy? Do you like it when I'm jealous?" Nowaki asked, smiling that blatantly stupid smile that always seemed to piss Kamijou off, but secretly made him happy…

"NOT AT ALL, YOU MORON! Jealousy is the ugliest face! It makes you turn green, now go away!" He stormed off into another room, slamming the door.

". . . Aren't we supposed to be working on our communication skills?" Nowaki sighed, scratching the back of his head."…I think Hiro-san's jealous face is the cutest…"

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AN: That's it for chapter 2. Now Hiroki has 3 options to choose from. He can find a way to make Nowaki's trip to Niagara Falls happen, he can do the stuff on the list, or he can donate all of those books he got to that orphanage… though… what would orphans want with a bunch of college level books?? Next chapter is Junjou Terrorist, in which a certain 18-year old happens to find a list of loving and naughty things to do with Hiro-san in Miyagi's pocket… he wouldn't jump to the wrong conclusions, though… or would he?

Extra: The next chapter takes place at the same point in which Kamijou drives off in this chapter, so if you want to switch between this chapter to the next, it might make reading the next chapter slightly less confusing (just as far as the phone conversation goes, some sneezing, and regarding a certain book-to-the-face, lol, you might not even need to- it's up to you.)

Extra Extra: Egoist chapter will also pick up in the next chapter, which is Terrorist and Egoist combined in the later half.

End notes:

1: "…What about you, working with that sempai of yours?" Kamijou huffed, brow twitching.

I've been asked, before, who this is referring to; in Volume 8, Kamijou comes home to find Nowaki sleeping almost naked with a guy he works with on the floor of their apartment… his first thought is that Nowaki cheated, but Nowaki assures him that nothing happened. Later in that act, Kamijou is bringing Nowaki some stuff to the hospital, (a change of clothes and a fax he'd received) and the guy spots him and teases him by hitting on Nowaki while he's playing with a bunch of kids… Kamijou decks the guy out of jealousy and then embarrassedly runs off, lol.

Chapter 3 Summary: Combination of Egoist and Terrorist Couples: Shinobu finds the list of things to do for Kamijou's birthday and jumps to conclusions, seeing as it had been in Miyagi's pocket. The Egoist and Terrorist couples have dinner together…?? WTH?

Chapter 4 summary: Back to Romantica! (Continuation of this chapter!) The true creator of these past few nights' worth of messes is revealed, and about a week later, an even more startling revelation is made: Just what was Professor Kamijou Hiroki's relationship with Misaki's lover-?!

Read and find out, Chapters 1-5 are currently posted.