A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'll try to post from mobile but it'll be hard, so expect chapters to be a little while apart. Thanks for the patience!


You sat in your room, running your fingers through your hair. Nitori had called and sent you texts at least a thousand different times. Despite all instincts, you ignored them. He adored Rin; you understood that. I'm being selfish, you thought. Nitori must hate me for ignoring him all because I don't want to share him with Rin. Again, dismissing a gut feeling, you decided to apologize to Nitori and beg forgiveness. It wasn't your style, but it didn't matter.

Rin was at the schools swimming pool, doing laps with different strokes. You called out to him, hoping for the best. After all, he more than likely hated you. Plus, he was a little terrifying. Sharp teeth didn't help you feel any better.

"What do you want?" Rin asked, pulling himself out of the water.

"Where does Nitori live?" You asked, hoping you didn't sound creepy.

"Hold on," He sighed, going to his swimming bag and getting out a sheet of paper. After writing the address down, he handed it to you. "Don't screw this up. I'm his friend, and I'll kill you if you hurt him." You thank him profusely before taking a train to his home.

It was raining when you arrived at Nitori's house. Hesitating, you knocked on the door slowly. To your dismay, a teary eyed Nitori answered the door. Before you could even say a word, you wrapped your arms around him, hiccuping out a few sorry's.

"I shouldn't be crying," You murmured as Nitori kissed your forehead. "I hurt you, and I'm so sorry." He dried your eyes, smiling.

"Its okay. Come in, your going to catch a cold." He shuffled you in his home, lightening cracking, taking out the power. "Hold on, I'll get a candle."

Candles were lit and blankets were laid across your bodies. His parents greeted you with complete admiration. They liked you, much to Nitori's displeasure. After they went to bed, you put him in your lap, a giant smile on your face.

"I love you Aiichiro."

You woke up that morning alone. But you heard sizzling, a tell-tale sign of food to come. Taking the blanket off of your sweating body, you found Nitori frying eggs in the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around him, you kissed his neck.

"Sleep well?" He asked. You could hear the happiness in his voice.

"Very," You replied.

"I could tell. You snored." He said, giggling.

You could really get used to being Aiichiro Nitori's boyfriend.