CHapter 2

Nowaki was watching TV when Hiroki slammed open the door and came walking inside, grumbling words under his breath. Nowaki gave him a warm smile, "Bad day, Hiro-san?"

"You bet it was! Damn Akihiko was at my class again!"

Nowaki frowned, "Usami-san? Why?"

"I don't know. Think it had something to do with that stupid competition you two were having…you know, the one about me and Takahashi being cute? Anyway, everything that happened really pissed me off!" Hiroki explained angrily. He threw his briefcase to the floor and sat down onto the couch, pulling off his tie. "The idiot just waltzed right in and made a mockery of the entire class, making the brats vote on whether or not they thought Takahashi and I were cute!"

"And…what happened then, Hiro-san?" Nowaki said curiously. He was eager to know the results of that vote, as it might finally solve the mystery of who was the cuter uke.

"Well, then the brats voted and it turns out…it turns out that Takahashi is much cuter than I am! Only a few people voted for me whereas the brat somehow managed to get most of the class on his side! I can't believe it, most of them don't even like him!"

"Ah…I'm sorry to hear that, Hiro-san" Nowaki said.

"Don't be, you're not the one who doesn't think I'm cute! You know, this only happened because they think I'm scary! I could be cute if I wanted to; I could be the cutest damn literature teacher in the entire fucking world! I just…I just don't feel like it!"

Nowaki stared at him, stunned. Why was Hiro-san so upset about this? Is it all just because of the voting? Could it be…maybe…that he…- "Are you jealous, Hiro-san?"

"W-What, Don't be stupid, of course not!" Hiroki snapped angrily.

"Then, why are you…?"

Hiroki glared angrily at him for a long moment, and then, averting eye contact, he folded his arms across his chest. A blush formed in his cheeks as he spoke, "I-If you must know, I…I've always…kind of… hated to lose, ok?"

"Oh…I understand now" Nowaki said, a smile creeping across his lips. Then, he walked towards Hiroki and sat down beside him; he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, holding him close. "I think you are very cute, Hiro-san"

"Yeah, you're the only one" Hiroki grumbled.

"I'm glad. That's makes me happy, being the only one" Nowaki whispered and started brushing kisses against the nape of his neck, his hands going up the shirt and feeling up his body.

"Ah…Nowaki, not here…" Hiroki gasped as both of Nowaki's hands played with his nipples, at the same time.

Nowaki smirked, and chuckled softly, "Then, let's go upstairs to the bedroom, Hiro-san."

Hiroki did not protest at all when Nowaki picked him up and carried him upstairs. His arms around his neck, being held bridal style, Hiroki said, "Nowaki, call me cute again."

Nowaki stared at him in surprise. Then he smiled happily, "You're cute, Hiro-san. You're so cute that every time I see you face, it only makes me love you even more"

Hiroki blushed and hid his face on Nowaki's shoulder, "I-Idiot, you went too far. You should have just stopped at 'You're cute' "

"Ah, did I upset you, Hiro-san?"

"…No. No, you didn't" Hiroki answered.

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Meanwhile…

"Usagi-san, you embarrassed me again! You have to stop coming into my class!"

"Don't worry. That was the last time, I swear" Usagi promised.

"That's what you said last time!" Misaki insisted. Then he got fed up with him and started walking away- Usagi suddenly grabbed him and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. "W-What is it now? Let go of me!"

"Misaki, I was right; too many people like you. They all think you're cute…you should stay away from them, all of them"

"No. You can't stop me from making friends, Usagi-san!" Misaki said angrily.

Usagi sighed, "Well, then…I have no choice but to mark you so everyone knows you're mine"

"W-What? No way! I…I don't want you to!"