So I'm back with the next chapter! Yay or Nay?

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Chapter 02 : Akihiko's Truth

Even though Usagi was hesitant, he knew that he'd eventually have to tell Misaki the truth. He couldn't very well saunter up to his emerald-eyed teen and go, "I had sex with your Literature professor when I knew that Takahiro and I couldn't really work out together."

In fact, he winced at how blunt that sounded in his head. He was day-dreaming of the worst-case scenarios while pouring coffee into the heat-resistant glass that Misaki had made sure to write on.

Remembering that fond memory made him smile slightly. Although Misaki was eternally bashful and almost too shy for his own good, Akihiko knew that if he glanced into his shining green orbs, he's lose himself all over again. Even though he was ten years younger, the boy himself had no knowledge of his ability to make Usagi weak by simply being considerate and thoughtful.

He glanced at Misaki who was vigorously swiping at those extra plates, giving color to the dust that had previous coated the surface.

With a slight smile, the novelist made his way to the boy and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer and into a deeper embrace.

"W-What's with you today?!"

"Hmm?"

"Baka Usagi! You've been acting weird all day! Don't think I don't notice you when you spill your coffee and stare blankly at the glass cup!"

Usagi sighed. There he was, noticing every minor detail and being considerate again. "Misaki, we need to talk..."

Now seated on the couch, Misaki fidgeted nervously. He had never seen Usagi look so serious before. Scratch that. Usagi only looked so serious when he was either jealous or about to discuss something really serious.

"There's a lot you haven't heard, Misaki. I'm just afraid though..." Usagi murmured, cuddling the boy closer and lacing his fingers through his own.

"A-Afraid of what?"

"I just don't want you to ever think that I don't love you or anything like that. No matter what I say, I want you to know that I love you and only you. Everyone else means nothing to me. To me, you are my everything..."

And then he began.

It had been an almost normal day when Hiroki had put forth that suggestion. Akihiko was too weak to argue and too lost to even protest. He knew that Takahiro would never understand his feelings and he knew that even if he did, there was no confirmation that he would accept those feelings either. Which was why he went along with it.

He had done it with Hiroki. He was unaware of the grief he had caused his childhood friend and he knew that Hiroki would've never really taken advantage of him. Even so, he was still ashamed that he had given into that idea. He was ashamed that he had done it when he was pining for a love that would never be realized.

He was broken. Hiroki was broken. And both the men knew at least that was true.

Now back to the present, Usagi who had been clasping Misaki's hand tightly simply sighed. The recollection of what had happened, although blurry was still able to wound him. He was too afraid to look at Misaki. He knew that although Misaki had grown, he was still sensitive about those kinds of things.

After all, he was Misaki.

When he did gather up the courage to look at the male, he saw the other focused. As though he was trying to understand what really happened.

And then a tear trickled down his cheek.

Great. Now you've done it. You've made the one and only person who always cared for you, cry. How does it feel to be a heartless jerk now?

"No. No. I'm sorry Misaki, please don't cry." Usagi murmured, his voice wavering as he turned the brunette to face him.

"Stupid Usagi." The male sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his hands to try and stop his tears from falling. "Once I... Start, I don't..."

And that was what made Akihiko pull him in for a soft and gentle kiss. Their usual kisses were hungry and passionate even, always resulting in Usagi taking the initiative and dragging the male to his bedroom.

But this kiss was chaste and sweet and incredibly gentle. Even though it was for a mere moment or so, Misaki was gasping when he pulled apart, his face tinted with a heavy blush.

"You don't stop crying." Usagi continued, wiping the remainder of his tears away and hugging him close. "Misaki, don't make me say how much you mean to me. Because I know that I won't be able to put into words and express just how special you really are."

"Stop saying stupid things..." Misaki faltered, giving into the warm hug that he received.

"I know I shouldn't have made you cry but I just don't want there to be any secrets between us. I've been living with the guilt of what I did back then. I don't want something like that getting in the way of my love for you."

And to his surprise, Misaki nodded. Slowly yet hesitantly hugging him back.

It might not seem like much... But recently, Misaki's been returning my hugs. Slowly and not forcefully.

"Although the bedroom seems like a good option right now."

He was quick to dodge Suzuki-San, who was thrown toward him in less than a second when he said that.

"Shitty Usagi! Go do your work now! You have a deadline to meet and I can't be dealing with Aikawa-San who's working so hard over someone irresponsible like you!"

Despite it being late, the novelist let a chuckle escape his mouth. "Fine. But after that is a completely different story."

He departed the room, with the image of a blushing Misaki rooted at the back of his mind.

"Usagi. We need to talk."

"Takahiro? Is something the matter?"

"We'll discuss it tomorrow. Manami and I will be coming over for a visit. Will Misaki be there with you?"

"Well, it's not like he leaves the apartment for anything besides work and finishing up with school. What time will you be here?"

"Somewhere along the afternoon or evening. It depends on when I get out of my shift. We need to talk."

"About what exactly?"

"You'll find out tomorrow. Goodnight Usagi."