The following morning, the sun was shining through the stain glass window in his room woke Misaki. Lazily, opening his hazel eyes, he noticed a tie tucked into a blazer in front of him. "Usami-san!?"
"Good morning, Misaki," Akihiko smiled warmly, giving a squeeze around the other's waist.
"Ah! Usami-san, let me go," Misaki yelled in embarrassment as he pounded on the older man's chest. There was no possible way he could have been sleeping in another man's chest. That's just...weird.
Akihiko released him and turned onto his back, facing towards the ceiling. "Did you sleep well, last night?"
Misaki sat up and rested on the bed crisscross-applesauce. Hate-filled glares shot down at Akihiko. Gritted his teeth in anger, he kept from answering his elder.
"Misaki," Akihiko questioned, looking over to the youth. After a moment of intense silence consumed in staring, Akihiko got off of the bed. "Why don't we go to the kitchen? You slept right through dinner yesterday. You must be hungry." The only thing he heard was a grumbled "fine" from behind.
They stepped out into the fabulous marble halls and walked down the red carpet. After a few moments, Misaki spoke, "Yes, I slept well." It was faint, but still audible.
"Good, good."
"How did you sleep last night, Akihiko-san," Misaki asked. He hadn't noticed that Akihiko had stopped walking, so he ran right into Akihiko's back. "Eh? Are you okay, Akihiko-san?"
"Wh-what," Akihiko muttered in shock.
"What do you mean what? I asked you if you were okay," Misaki shouted, pushing away from the other. What in world is wrong with him? Here, I am worrying about him. No, screw that! I can have breakfast without him!
As Misaki walked in front of him, Akihiko grabbed his wrist. "Misaki! Why did you call me Akihiko?"
Misaki's glare at the older man intensified. "I was just trying to be polite. We're friends, right? Well, shouldn't I call you by your first name instead. Plus what I was callling you sounded rather childish," he shot.
"Misaki!" When he stayed frozen in place, Akihiko brought a hand up to Misaki's jaw, forcing him to make eye contact. "It's an honor to be called Usagi-san by you."
Misaki face was red like a tomato as he shook out of Akihiko's grasp. "It's stupid," he mumbled, continuing to walk towards the kitchen.
He didn't care whether or not it was childish. To him, it was music. Akihiko smiled, pulling Misaki into a hug. "You mean, it's lovely," he whispered into his ear.
"N-n-n-no, I don't," Misaki yelled, trying to push Akihiko away.
"Yes. You do," Akihiko softly said again.
"Stop twisting my words!"
"Say it. Say: Usagi-san."
"N-no!"
Akihiko neared Miskai's face. His eyebrows were slanted as his eyes were tightly shut. A smile played on Akihiko's lips. "Misaki," he whispered onto the others mouth.
"N-no, Usagi-san!" Misaki opened his eyes at the realization at what he said, only to find Akihiko in his face. "Usa-"
Akihiko closed Misaki's mouth with his own. Misaki's hands were on his chest, pushing with barely enough force for an impact. Akihiko moved his own hands on top of Misaki's cheeks. When Akihiko removed his lips, he saw a deep blush, from ear to ear, on Misaki's face. He had completely forgotten that Misaki didn't believe him. How hard this would be to explain!
"What was that for," Misaki yelled, wiping his mouth.
"Thank you," Akihiko chimed, smiling brightly.
Misaki stared, dumbfounded, as Akihiko walked down the hall. Opening the door to the kitchen, Akihiko called back down to the boy, "You do still want breakfast, correct?"
"Uh. . .yeah," Misaki mumbled, walking up to Akihiko and then inside the kitchen.
Akihiko snapped his fingers to catch the staff's attention. A few moments later, the head chief came up to them. "Ah, Misaki! Akihiko! What would you two like to eat?"
