Terrorist – Ramen

"Miyagi!" Shinobu yelled as he roughly pushed open the man's apartment door. "How dare you leave me at school? I waited for you!"

"Ah, sorry," the old man replied, "I got off early today. Didn't you get my text?" Shinobu stared at the floor. He had gotten the text, but he had just wanted to cause a commotion anyway.

"Well, anyway, I'm going to make dinner." Shinobu threw down his bag and headed to the kitchen. Miyagi glanced up from where he stood at his bookshelf.

"I got some ramen at the market on my way home," the man stated, "Why don't you make that?" Shinobu nodded and grabbed the ramen packets from the counter top. A while later the two sat across from each other at Miyagi's small dinning table. Shinobu ate slowly, loathing the silence. He began slurping up the noodles to make the room a bit louder. His eyes flickered over to where Miyagi sat. The older man was staring intently at the boy.

"Can't you keep quiet?" Miyagi asked.

Shinobu ignored him and kept slurping his ramen.

"I can think of other things you can do with that noisy mouth…" Miyagi muttered.

Shinobu stopped slurping. He stared up at the older man, whose eyes hinted the sexual innuendo. The boy's eyes widened, and his face turned bright pink. Without thinking he stood and ran to the bedroom. Miyagi was close behind.

Romantica – Neko-chan

Misaki stared down at the costume that lay in front of him. He glanced up at his landlord who sat calmly on his expensive sofa, waiting for a reply. "No." Misaki said bluntly.

"Then I refuse to write anything," the author replied. Akihiko had once again passed a deadline. With both Misaki and Aikawa yelling at him, he decided that the only way he was going to write again was for Misaki to walk around the house dressed as a kitten.

"Let me say it again," Misaki retorted, "There is no way in HELL that I'm wearing this."

"I see," the man said. As he got off of the couch, Misaki took an instinctive step backward. "Then, you'll just have to be naked." Akihiko approached the boy, whose face was already red with blush.

"What? NO!" Misaki shouted. But it was too late. Akihiko's arms were already around him.

Egoist – Nurse

"Are you a total, freaking idiot?" Hiroki demanded as he stormed through the living room once again. Nowaki watched the older man stomp through the house, fuming over a little package that had arrived that morning.

"But, Hiro-san, I thought you wanted to dress-up," Nowaki replied, trying calm his lover.

"What on earth gave you that idea?" Hiroki hollered turning swiftly to face the taller male.

"The text you gave me said you wanted to try it," Nowaki explained, holding up his cell phone. Hiroki swiped it from him and looked through the recent texts.

Sender: Hiro-san

Nowa-chan~ I just discovered cosplaying! I wanna try it wit U! U be a DR. and Ill be a Nurse! Xoxoxo~ Luv U!

Hiroki's body trembled in anger. That damn professor Miyagi had stolen his cell phone again! But Nowaki had made it all worse by thinking that Hiroki would actually send him a text like this. As the older man shook, he felt warm arms wrap around him.

"I did want to see you in the nurse's outfit," Nowaki whispered, "But we can still have sex without it, if you're shy." Hiroki began his assault of insults as Nowaki dragged him to the bed room.