From the get-go, he knew letting Nowaki continue to be friend's with that person was a risky decision. After all, their first meeting was not so pleasant as he walked into the house two years before to see a shirtless Nowaki asleep beside the shameless home-wrecker. But it was not like he had any right to scold him, "You can't be friend's with that man!" just didn't sound right to him no matter how many times he rehearsed in the mirror.
What was he even saying? Nowaki sure as hell wouldn't cheat on him. His mind registered the bruise behind his neck and similar ones across his lower back, but he could have easily gotten them from somewhere else, couldn't he?
Furthermore, if he was cheating and not saying he is, he wouldn't leave it all out in the open for him to see. He's a doctor for goodness sakes, he's smart. That's right, it's all in my head!
"Woah, where's all this radiation coming from?" The sudden voice caused Hiroki to jump in his seat and swing around in his rolling chair to acknowledge his older colleague, "Is the air conditioning broken again? Damn the school and its cheap budget. I should complain to the dean, eh Kamijou?"
Hiroki turned his seat back towards his desk, "Are you two still drinking buddies?" He asked, not that he was curious, but for conversation purposes. He did wonder whether the dean knew about the affair going on between his younger son and favorite son-in-law, but he wasn't one to pry in things that weren't his business.. unlike some people.
"Every Saturday, never missed a one." Miyagi announced proudly, as he walked over to give him a hug, "You should come with us sometime."
"Don't count on it, Professor." Hiroki replied as he shoved his hands away with the strength of his elbows. This only made Miyagi more determined, "I have a lot of other important things to do with my weekend."
"And I don't?" Miyagi asked, faking his hurt expression. Hiroki felt a vein pop in his neck. He was starting this again, "Aww... now I'm all sad, comfort me!" Hiroki jerked forward as he felt the tight arms suddenly around him, stopping him from continuing with his corrections. He felt his eyebrows twitch as he attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but Miyagi remained calm and amused like his usual self.
"Like.. hell!" Hiroki called, his hands successfully escaping. With an irritated expression, he moved his fingers to pinch the sides of the older man's hands.
Miyagi knew when it was time to back off, and immediately retracted his hands, rubbing at them firmly with a pout over his lips. He was completely unaffected by the rejection (used to it even), seen as he placed his hands over his chair and swung it around so he was facing him again. Like nothing happened. He sent him a mischievous smile, "Kamijou-sensei, is something wrong? You're more aggressive than usual." He pointed out. The proximity caused said-person to pause and turn away, back towards his work study bench.
"What could be wrong? Don't be stupid, Professor. Get out of here, you have class soon." He glanced at his phone and paused. He had a tutorial session in five minutes. Standing up, he gathered his papers into his suitcase-like bag, "You could have told me it was this late!" He grouched as he stumbled towards the door before Miyagi could say another word.
The professor turned to his colleague's workstation and paused, staring silently at the flight of keys sitting on top of the desk waiting for its useless owner to pick them up and take it with him.