All I really want to say is thank you. For those that read and those that review. It honestly means everything to me. It's hard writing into the black hole of the internet. I am glad I have this community to share with.
Sorry I am a bit a tease this time.
"Harder Arata-san."
Misu grunted in response. The bed moved slightly under their weight.
"Push harder Arata-san."
"Shingyouji if I push any harder I am going to hurt something."
"If we don't move the bed, my night stand isn't going to fit."
"Why wasn't this planned when the movers were here?"
"I'm sorry Arata-san. It wasn't here then. I didn't think about it until now."
"I am not blaming you Shingyouji. I am only frustrated that our bed weighs more than I expected. Let's try again."
Shingyouji bent down next to Misu. They had moved the bottom of the bed the two inches needed. Now they were attempting to move the top of the bed along with the large head board. The angle and the headboard were making the task difficult.
"Wait." Shingyouji said. Misu stopped. "Maybe if I pulled from the other side while you pushed?" Shingyouji could see Misu's eyes looking over his idea.
"It couldn't go any worse than what we're doing now." Shingyouji scrambled over the top the bed, landing flat footed on the other side. "Ready? One, Two, Three."
On three Shingyouji pulled as hard as he could. The bed slid with his weight behind it, knocking into Misu's end table. Exactly the distance needed. Except he hadn't expected it to move so easily. The shift threw him off balance onto the floor, the air knocked out of him in one quick breath. Misu rounded the end of the bed and knelt next to him.
"Are you okay Shingyouji?"
"I'm fine. Just a little embarrassed." Shingyouji said as he pulled air back into his shocked lungs. Misu held out his hand and helped him to his feet. Except for moving the nightstand in place and a few rumpled covers the room was nearly complete. They were officially moved in.
They had arrived at the apartment that morning after one last breakfast with Natsu and Ryou. Once in the apartment they set themselves to tasks. Unpacking clothes, hanging photos, finding more books, ignoring the room Shingyouji was still not yet allowed to enter, planing out toiletries in the master bath. The bed was their final task before taking a break for the day. They were tired, overworked and cranky. Moving the heavy bed was the last thing they should be doing as the last project, but if they didn't get it done, Shingyouji would be without a nightstand. Not that it was a big deal, but with both of their tired brains it was important logic at the time.
With the bed moved and nightstand placed both fell into the bed. Misu rolled onto his side to allow Shingyouji to curl into his arms. Shingyouji snuggled in low, his forehead coming just up to Misu's lips. Misu's arms wrapped around his body and held him tight. Shingyouji manoeuvred one leg forward, sliding between Misu's legs, trapping himself in place.
"We're home." Shingyouji whispered.
"We are." Misu brushed a strand of Shingyouji's hair from his face. "Is there anything else you want? Anything missing from our new home?"
"Want? I don't think so Arata-san. We've moved everything that we own. What else could there be?"
Misu kissed his forehead.
"That's not what I mean Shingyouji. Is there anything you want? Getting this home for us was something I wanted. Now what do you want?"
"I wanted this too, Arata-san."
"I know Shingyouji. But this was something I wanted to provide for you." Shingyouji heard an edge to Misu's voice. He lifted his head as much as he could to look up at Misu's face. "This has been what I wanted for us."
"Then I want...to be able to go into that locked room."
Misu ran his hand down his back. His fingers light and seductive along his t-shirt.
"Not yet. Anything else? Anything bigger?"
"I...I don't know. I haven't thought about it. All I really wanted was this. Living with you. Can I think about it?"
"Of course Shingyouji. This is not a one time request. I want to hear what my pet wants." Misu slid his hand under his shirt. His fingers smooth along his bare skin. "I want to share your needs." Misu's fingers slid along the waistband of his pants. Shingyouji let out a tiny moan. Misu kissed the tip of his nose.
"I need you Arata-san."
Misu smiled as his mouth met Shingyouji's. Shingyouji surrendered under Misu's control. Misu's tongue slid past his lips into his mouth. Even with the thousands of kisses they'd shared, this was their first, alone, in their own home. Shingyouji pressed himself closer to Misu. Misu's hand moved along his body. Touching the bare skin along his back, grabbing his ass forcing him to thrust into Misu's leg. Even through the weariness of the move and unpacking Shingyouji was instantly hard from Misu's attention.
Misu kissed him harder, forcing him him to lean backwards. Their lips parting for the briefest of moments to breathe before again reaching for each other. Misu pushed Shingyouji fully onto his back. With legs entwined and arms entangled Misu remained pressed against Shingyouji's body. Though clothed Shingyouji could feel every inch of Misu's body as he shivered and panted. Without warning Misu pushed himself up and stripped himself free of his shirt, throwing it across the room. He pulled Shingyouji forward, ripped the shirt off his body and threw it next to his. Misu's hands moved desperately along his body. Shingyouji moaned loudly in response. Misu's eyes darted to his. They were wide and wild.
From down the hallway, past the living room, the doorbell chimed.
Misu's eyes focused, than unfocused again. He leaned down and kissed Shingyouji. He could feel Misu's hand sliding down his stomach, reaching the edge of his pants.
Again the doorbell chimed.
Misu hesitated.
"Arata…"
"No. Ignore it." Misu kissed him again, though the passion had been reduced. From the side of the bed both of their phones vibrated at the same time, just as the doorbell rang again.
"Damn it."
Misu pushed himself over and grabbed his phone. He let out a mild groan as he looked at the screen.
"Who is it?"
"Of course." Misu sighed. "You are going to want to freshen up. It seems my parents are here."
Shingyouji sat up right.
"Here? Now? As in right outside the door here? When we were...could they hear?" Shingyouji buried his face in the pillow.
He felt as Misu shifted in the bed. His weight was suddenly at his side.
"No Shingyouji they couldn't have heard you. Now get up and get ready."
"But I look like."
Misu interrupted him "You look like someone who has been moving into their first home all morning." Misu rolled off the bed and grabbed his shirt off the floor. He threw Shingyouji's at him. "Now come on, or else they really will start to expect something is happening."
Shingyouji pulled himself up and slipped on his shirt. He was amazed at how fast Misu had been able to flip the switch from passion to parents. Even now his own body was defying him to get under control as he watched Misu step into the bedroom doorway and stop. He leaned against the doorframe and took a few big breaths. Shingyouji looked away quickly before Misu looked back. He felt better knowing he wasn't the only one having trouble switching gears. He pulled on his shirt and half hopped half stumbled out of bed. He smoothed the covers down before darting after Misu.
"Mother, Father, I thought we had a promise that you wouldn't visit without contacting us first."
"Oh I didn't think that would matter today. With all the unpacking you had to do I knew you two would be busy. And I know you wouldn't have gone grocery shopping."
Natsu stepped into the kitchen, setting down 3 large bags of food. Ryou followed her with 4 bags of his own.
"Mother, you didn't have to."
"I know Shingyouji-kun, but I wanted to. Consider it our house warming present. One less thing to think about."
"Thank you Mother." Arata-san said dryly.
"You're very welcome Arata. Now since we're here, time for a tour?" Natsu inched out from behind the kitchen counter.
"Fine, yes Mother I will show you our home. Father would you care to see it as well?"
"I would."
"Then Shingyouji would you please start putting the groceries away while I show them this room first."
"Oh, is he not yet allowed…"
"Mother."
"Ah yes, of course."
"I'll put these away." Shingyouji stood in the kitchen as he watched the three of them disappear into the spare room. He tried to sneak a peak but Misu kept the door angled so he could only see the cream colored wall. With a frustrated grunt Shingyouji unpacked the bags of food. He had only succeeded in setting everything out on the counter when the three came back out. Natsu's smile spread nearly ear to ear.
"Very nice son." Ryou said, patting Misu's shoulder.
"Thank you Father."
Shingyouji rushed over just as Misu closed the door. "What did you see? What's in there?"
"Shingyouji." Misu said his name simply. Shingyouji slumped his shoulders and walked back to the kitchen.
"Now Arata, he's just eager."
"He will see it soon enough."
"I know Arata, but don't tease him too long."
"On this, not much longer. Shingyouji we can finish the rest if you wish to join us now."
For a second time Shingyouji scurried around the kitchen counter to meet them in the living room. He followed behind as Misu pointed out the key points of the apartment. His parents admired the view, reviewed the collection of books in the study, commented on the lack of portraits hanging on the wall, one for and one against, both stepped out on the balcony from the master bedroom and one spun a circle in the master bath. Once back in the main area they helped with putting the counter full of food away.
"Mother, Father, you didn't have to do this, but it is appreciated."
"I couldn't let you starve on your first day." Natsu bumped her hip into Misu's side.
"We wouldn't starve Mother. I am sure you saw the restaurants outside when you drove in."
"It's not the same as home cooking. And I wanted to make sure Shingyouji had everything he needed, as he will be the one cooking for you now."
"Don't start crying again Mother, we've barely moved in. Besides I know how to cook as well."
"I know. But I think Shingyouji-kun actually likes cooking for you."
"I do Arata-san. I really don't mind."
"I know you don't Shingyouji. However you do not have to do all the cooking in this house. With your final classes this year I know how busy and stressful this year will be for you. We will share responsibilities."
"You really are such a softie Arata. Now if only Shingyouji had a comfortable place to study."
Shingyouji was surprised by the scowl Misu gave his mother.
"It's okay Mother. I can use Arata-san's study for when I am working on simple stuff or there is plenty of room at the dining room table. There is also the school library. I will be fine."
"I am sure you will be Shingyouji-kun. But it would be nice to have a quiet space all your own, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yeah. Of course."
"Anyway Mother, Father, I am sure you must be going now."
"We must?"
"Unless you would like to stay and help us unpack more, you must."
"We can."
"Natsu, we can't."
"We can't?"
"No, this is the boy's first day here. We should be going." Ryou took Natsu's hand.
"Oh, then I guess we'll be going."
"Good-bye Mother, Misu-san. I'll text both of you later." Shingyouji ignored the weird look Misu shot him.
"Mother, Father, I am always happy to see you both. But next time, call first."
"I promise, I promise. Never again." Natsu broke free of Ryou's grip. She grabbed both Shingyouji and Misu in a tight hug. "I love you both very much."
"We love you." they both replied, hugging her back. When she finally stepped back Shingyouji noticed her eyes were a little redder than before. She wiped them quickly before he could comment.
"Good-bye boys. Be good, and we'll talk soon."
"Good-bye Mother." Again their voices came out in unison.
Natsu slipped her fingers back into Ryou's waiting hand. Misu walked them to the door. Shingyouji wiped down the counter as he waited for Misu to return. His hand shook a little. He hadn't realized the nervous energy he'd been holding until the moment they walked out of the room. He kept his back to the hallway to the door as he heard Misu's barefeet pad back toward him. Step by step across the polished wood floor. Shingyouji tensed as he felt a hand stroke along his back. Another hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him backwards, fast and hard against the length of Misu's body.
"Now, where were we?" Misu leaned and whispered into Shingyouji's ear.
"Arata-san your parents."
"Have already left. We are alone." Misu's hand snaked down the front of his shirt. He slid his hand between his pants and skin, forcing his hand even lower.
"Arata-san." Shingyouji bucked as Misu grabbed his still limp, but growing, cock. Shingyouji's knees shook as he grabbed the counter for support.
Misu's fingers played along his skin, teasing, pulling, sliding, bringing his erection to full force. Misu nuzzled the back of his neck. Lightly nibbling and kissing along the edge of his hair line.
"Does this feel good, Shingyouji?"
"Yes Arata-san." Shingyouji responded behind labored breath. There was a thrill riding through his body. To have Misu's hands on him, openly, in the middle of their own kitchen.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes Arata-san."
The doorbell rang again. Misu froze and Shingyouji fell to his knees.
"Shingyouji, bathroom, now." Misu pointed to the small half bath connected to the dining room. "Whatever thing my parents have returned for, I will send them away."
Shingyouji half crawled, half dragged himself into the bathroom. He pushed the door closed, leaving only a small crack open. With his breath held he heard Misu open the front door.
"You promised no more unannou….Saki, Hayama. What? Why?"
"See Takumi I told you he would be happy to see us.
"That doesn't sound like happiness to me."
"That's just Misu. Where's Shingyouji? I know he will be happy to see us."
"At this very moment, I can say you are incorrect Saki. Please come back later."
"Ah well we can't. This is the only day we can visit before next week as we are moving in then."
"Come back then."
"Just for a few minutes Misu. I just want to say hello to Shingyouji and take a quick peek before heading out."
"Shingyouji is tired and not feeling well, please leave."
"Is Shingyouji-kun sick, Misu-kun?"
"Well now we can't leave. We have to check on Shingyouji and we can't let him do any more work today."
"Wait, that's not…"
Shingyouji heard the shuffling of feet, then the main door fall shut.
"Shingyouji." Gii's voice called out steps from the bathroom. Shingyouji scooted back from the door.
"Saki, Hayama, please have a seat. I will get Shingyouji." Shingyouji could hear the strain in Misu's voice.
Following a soft knock, Misu stepped into the bathroom. His eyes were large and bright. They stared at each other, Misu looking down at Shingyouji as he waited on the floor. Shingyouji watched as Misu's body relaxed from a caged animal about to strike to a less angry caged animal. Misu held out his hand and Shingyouji took it, allowing himself to be pulled up and into Misu's arms.
"Saki and Hayama are here."
"I heard."
"Are you able to come out?"
Shingyouji hugged Misu. "I'm better."
"Good." Misu leaned close to his ear. "I still have plans for later." he whispered, nibbling on his ear.
"That's not helping Arata-san"
A hungry smile flashed on Misu's lips as he released Shingyouji. Shingyouji followed Misu as they exited the bathroom. Gii jumped up as he approached.
"Shingyouji are you okay? Misu said you weren't feeling very well. Let me check." Gii's hand was halfway to his forehead before MIsu swept his hand away.
"He's fine. He was tired from the move. You don't need to check anything on him."
"Shingyouji?"
"Yes Saki-san, I am fine. I was overworked as Arata-san said. I am feeling better now, after getting a little rest."
"In the bathroom?"
"How'd you know that was the bathroom Saki?"
"As this is my building, I know the floor plans." Shingyouji could see Misu's jaw clench hard. His teeth grinding together.
"Then if you know the floor plans you know what our apartment looks like and do not need a tour."
"Of course we do. Right Takumi?"
Takumi stood from the couch and moved next to Gii. "Gii we shouldn't stay if they are busy."
"Yes we are busy, so please leave."
"Arata-san it's okay, they can stay."
"Gii, we should leave."
Shingyouji and Takumi spoke at the same time. Their eyes met and they both laughed.
"Arata-san, I am better now. Let them stay."
Misu let out a long sigh. "Fine, if that is what you want Shingyouji, they can stay, but not too long."
"Shingyouji-kun this place is wonderful."
"Do you want a tour Hayama-san?"
"I'd love one."
"May I join you?" Gii said.
"Of course." Shingyouji responded.
"Start with the front door." Misu mumbled.
"Misu. I get the feeling you don't want us here."
"And you would be right."
"Arata-san." Shingyouji yelped. "Sorry he's a bit grumpy from the move."
"No worries Shingyouji we're used to it."
"Arata-san I can show them the apartment if you want to wait here."
"No Shingyouji I'll come with you. Someone has to keep the group focused."
"Then we'll start in the bedroom." Gii cleared his throat. "And no comments from you." Shingyouji teased Gii.
Though Shingyouji had offered the tour, Misu led the way into th4e bedroom first.
"Oh this is beautiful Shingyouji." Takumi said.
They had decided to keep the room simple. The walls were painted a light blue which highlighted against the light wood floors. Their bed with its wooden bed frame, and bright while linens turned sideways to the large panel windows. Large white screens covered the windows, which folded together into one collection, allowing access to the door out onto the small private patio.
"The bed looks comfortable." Gii said, leaning closely into Misu.
"I am sure it is. We will find out tonight." Misu walked away into the master bath.
As Natsu had experimented with earlier, the space was large enough the spin circles in. A large traditional Japanese bath along the back wall with a connected shower. The room carried with it the same pale blue color.
"This is a bathroom. Just like many other bathrooms you've seen." Misu turned and walked out of the room.
Gii leaned in close to Shingyouji. "He feels grumpier than usual. Is everything okay?"
"He's fine. His parents visited earlier."
"Ah so we're your second visitors of the day. I get it now."
"I am going to continue the tour if you are here or not. So hurry up" Misu called from outside the master bedroom.
"Come on Takumi, we better do as he says. Don't want to make Misu any more grumpy for Shingyouji's sake, do we?"
"That would be bad. You are already on Misu-kun's bad side, permanently, you don't want to get on Shingyouji-kun's too."
Takumi winked at him.
"My little brother could never be mad at me." Gii stepped up and wrapped an arm around Shingyouji's shoulders.
"No, but if Misu-kun see's you like this, I think his anger might just double." Takumi said.
Gii's arm fell of his shoulders as fast as he put it there. Both Takumi and Shingyouji laughed.
The three exited the bedroom to find Misu standing in the hallway. He pointed at the open door.
"Another bathroom. Again nothing important." Misu turned and walked into the study. With no additional comment the three followed him. With little emotion Misu showed off the study. They had left it with its simple white walls, dark wood bookshelves, and matching dark wood desk, a small framed photo of Shingyouji on his desk, a side table with a green plant next to the window. Simple and minimalistic. Best for working Misu stated. Misu walked them back out into the living room. The living room connected with a small dining space, where they had set up a four person table, and opened up to the kitchen. They had picked a soft green paint for the three connecting rooms. In the living room a long tv hung on the wall connected to the closed off room, the soft brown couch pushed against the other wall and a beige rug in between. Throughout much of the apartment there was little hanging on the walls. Little art, paintings or portraits. Those they were planning to add over time.
"This is where you started, tour over."
"There is still another room." Gii said, his eyes looking over at the closed door.
"No there isn't, tour over."
Gii glanced at Shingyouji. "Don't worry, I haven't seen it yet either."
"Oh? Ohhh." Gii nodded his head.
"Oh nothing Saki. Don't get any ideas in your head."
"I don't have any ideas in my head."
"It's good that you can finally admit it."
"Before I forget, Shingyouji here." Takumi held up a small bag he had been holding.
"You didn't need to get us a housewarming present."
"Ah it's not. That's still on its way. We picked this up on our last vacation."
Shingyouji looked inside. Inside was a blue box wrapped with a dark blue ribbon. He slipped it out and set in on the kitchen counter. With a quick tug the ribbon fell free. He lifted the lid to an array of chocolate truffles. His swallowed hard looking at the sweets.
"Thank you Saki, Hayama."
Shingyouji felt a nudge in his side. "Ah yes, thank you Saki-san, Hayama-san. Would you like to stay and have some?"
"No Shingyouji we are fine. We already have another box at home waiting for us. In fact," Gii looked at Misu and smiled wide, "I think it's time we go and enjoy some now Takumi."
"Huh? Now? I thought we were going to stay longer, maybe have some tea." Shingyouji noticed Gii elbowed Takumi the same way Misu had done to him moments ago. "Oh right, we should be going."
Misu was behind them before anyone could see him move. Gii let out a small laugh.
"Thank you for indulging us today Misu. We will make plans for that tea some other time."
"No need, we have tea, you have your tea."
"I know you say that Misu, but as we're neighbors now, it cannot be avoided. We are going to socialize more. In fact we should do a weekly brunch."
A sound came from Misu that Shingyouji had never heard him make before. Shingyouji had heard Misu's voice before when he was angry, or when he was passionate. Occasionally his voice would take on a growl. Something that came deep in his throat. He had never heard Misu just snarl. Both Takumi and Gii took a sudden step forward away from Misu.
"Sorry Saki-san I think that's a no."
"I was only kidding anyway, about the brunch part at least. But I do think we have overstayed our welcome. Takumi are you ready?"
"Always Gii."
"Then we will leave you to the rest of you afternoon, with hopefully no more interruptions. I am sure we will be seeing you both very soon."
Misu followed them to the door, two steps behind. As the door fell shut Misu leaned up against it, his head hanging low.
"Arata-san?" Shingyouji said, a little surprised to find a shake in his voice. "Are you okay?"
"Fine Shingyouji." Misu responded, not looking up from the door. "I'm a little worn out."
"Ah yes. I know this move and today were difficult. But if you are tired you can take a nap, I don't mind."
Misu pushed himself away from the door. With his head still low he walked over to Shingyouji. He pulled him into his arms.
"I am not that kind of worn out."
"Then what…" Shingyouji felt as Misu leaned against him. His body a little heavier than normal as he used Shingyouji to hold him in place. "Oh, I see. Do you want to talk about it Arata-san?"
"Not right now Shingyouji. Just give me a moment."
Shingyouji held Misu tight. Shingyouji had seen Misu at weaker moments before. Misu was not afraid to share with him when he was troubled or annoyed. But this time something was different. Misu's relationship with Gii had always been one of respect but distance. It was true that Misu did not care for Gii the same as Shingyouji cared for Gii. It would be too far to say that Gii was his enemy. And yet today as Misu rested his head on his shoulder, Misu stood as if someone defeated.
"Arata-san?"
"Yes Shingyouji?"
"Are you upset that I asked them to stay when you had already asked them to leave?"
Misu hands wrapped around his back, pulling him in tighter.
"No Shingyouji I am not upset by that. You are welcome to invite Saki and Hayama to our home at any time."
Shingyouji could feel the tension in Misu's back. He wanted to push. Wanted to ask what had Misu so upset. But he'd already said he didn't want to talk about it. Instead he would offer his silent support.
"Shingyouji?" Misu's muffled voice came from his shoulder.
"Yes Arata-san?"
"Would you like to see the other room?"
Shingyouji jerked a little, then relaxed. "I do Arata-san, but only if you are ready for me to see it."
"Let's go."
Misu slid his hand down his arm, wrapping their fingers together. Avoiding any eye contact Misu stepped out of the hug and pulled Shingyouji up to the door and stopped. Misu didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just stopped and stood before the closed door. Shingyouji waited. It scared Shingyouji a little to see Misu acting this way, unsure, lost.
"Shingyouji?" Misu's voice was small.
"Yes Arata-san?"
"Are you really happy that we got this apartment?"
Shingyouji paused before answering. Something in Misu's voice told him his answer mattered greatly to Misu's well-being.
"I am happy that we have an apartment." Misu's hand gripped his tighter before releasing. "I admit that I like that we live close to our friends. That makes me happy as well. But I know Arata-san worked hard to find us a place to live. I am happy with whatever place you decide that we should live, as long as we are together. I know you think I am the one that picked this place, but without your approval, without your working with Saki-san, this wouldn't have happened. We live here because of you and the work you did. And that makes me happy."
Shingyouji watched Misu's face. The worry in his eyes did not disappear but it did diminish. After a few more second Misu nodded his head. The sly smile slid onto his face, his eyes brightened, his back straightened. And just like that, he was back.
"This room is not completely ready."
"Oh, then I understand." Shingyouji took a step back.
"Where are you going?"
"You said the room wasn't ready. I assumed it meant you decided not to show it to me."
"I only meant that when you see it, know there is more work to be done."
"So, I can see it?"
"Yes Shingyouji, you can see it. I have already said you could."
Shingyouji wasn't sure what to expect when the door opened. A guest room was the logical choice. But that made no sense to keep it hidden for so long. A library for all of his additional books that he wanted. But as the study had room to spare that was also a poor idea. Shingyouji cringed at the next thought, of a sex playroom. Not that the idea scared him, that Misu would dedicate a room to it. But he had given his parents a tour of the room, and had their approval, so that idea was kicked right back to the curb where it belonged. There was no idea that could fit into his mind for what Misu would have hidden behind the door.
He reached for the knob and pushed the door open. His brain stopped as he looked inside. Nothing he had imagined had prepared him for what he was looking at. Not a guest room, not a library, definitely not a sex playroom. Instead it looked like a second office, but not as formal the other office. Instead it was a cross of Misu's office, and Natsu's favorite retreat. A large oversized swivel chair was placed near the middle of the room currently facing the large window. Along the inside wall to the living room was a long desk with a rolling chair, a computer, and two monitors. On the other wall was a tv stand with a moderate sized tv with rows of video games laid out. Leaning against the walls, waiting to be hung, were collections of photographs of Misu, the Misu family, candids from various family outings, one favorite of a 4 year old Misu at the zoo, and random framed anime posters. Around the room set in different places, along the desk, around the tv stand and long thin bookshelf were his anime figures mixed with souvenirs of their time together. Trinkets and memories from their time at Shidou. A few pebbles taken from the garden at Gii's summer house. A small replica sword bought from the weapons museum. A jar of sand taken from their long weekend trip to the beach. A miniature house from their most recent trip away to the city.
Shingyouji took a step inside. His brain took in all the things he was seeing but he could not put them together to understand what he was seeing. It was as if the room had been built specifically with him in mind. The things that he loves, and the things that he loves to do. But that didn't make sense. How could a room like that exist? Shingyouji turned to Misu.
"Arata-san, I don't understand."
"What do you not understand, Shingyouji?"
"This room. I do not understand this room. Why does it look like this?"
"Because it is your room."
Shingyouji took a step back. "No, no. This should be your study. It's much bigger. I don't need this. I don't deserve this."
A hand came up the back of his neck, twisting into his hair, forcing his head to lean back.
"Does my pet not want the gift I have worked so hard to create for him?"
"No that's not what I mean?"
"You do not think you deserve the gift I give you?"
"I don't, I mean I do."
Shingyouji's knees softened as Misu's hand tightened slightly in his hair.
"Good. Then you have no problem with this gift." Misu released his hold. Shingyouji swayed for a moment before he could remain steady.
"It really is too much Arata-san."
"Not for what you need Shingyouji. As it is your last year of college you will need a quiet place to study. And my office may not always be the best place. And with the work you are doing with your major you need the computer for your programming and testing. Saki helped me pick the best computer to use with your class." Shingyouji could not miss the annoyed tone in Misu's voice. "As for the video games, as I have no interest in them, it is better to keep them in here."
"I am not sure what to say Arata-san."
"Thank you?"
"Of course. Thank you. Arata-san it really is amazing what you have done. All I have done is a little shopping. You created a whole room for me." Shingyouji finally allowed himself to step into the room. He could already feel the hours he would put into the space. Where he would work, where he would relax, where he would escape to give Misu some space, where he finish the secret project he started with Ryou. If he had designed a room for himself it wouldn't have even come close to what Misu had given him. "Arata-san, thank you." He hadn't realized how close to tears he was until his voice cracked as he spoke. He turned, dropping his head on Misu's shoulder. "You found what I wanted before I knew I wanted it. I really love it."
A few tears escaped, sliding from his checks to land on Misu's shoulder. He waited for the teasing. The jokes about crying over such a little thing as a room. Instead he felt Misu's arms wrap around his waist. They circled him tight and held him close. He couldn't help but feel the deep breath that Misu took, their bodies pressed together as they were. Neither spoke. The tears dried as quick as they started. Misu's hold slowly loosened until finally letting go.
Misu stepped further into the room, his back to Shingyouji. "Shingyouji while I created this room for you, is does not mean I wish for you to lock yourself up in here at all times. This room is for you to use as you choose. Not as a requirement. I don't want...I wouldn't want you to spend all your time in here."
Shingyouji moved behind Misu. It was his turn to wrap his arms around Misu's waist. He rested his head on Misu's back.
"I won't. I promise."
Shingyouji stumbled as Misu broke free of his hold. "In fact, weren't we in the middle of something earlier, before we were interrupted?" One side of Misu's mouth twitched. Shingyouji took a step backwards. "Twice." Another step forward by Misu, another step back for Shingyouji. "I think it's time we find out how comfortable that bed is."
Shingyouji turned, and darted for the bedroom with Misu two steps behind.