A/N : I've been disturbed with horrible and strange questions in my mind O.o For example, it always crosses my mind as to whether you guys like this story? I know you do but still, I feel insecure.

School has started... *grimace* And I don't have as much of time as I used to... grrr... It sucks being an 8th grader about to go to grade 9!

I just checked my iTunes playlist with how many times I've played each song. I had just download the Junjou ending 2 Aioi last month and already it has 150 plays! I'm still creeped out as to how o.O

So I bring to you the next chapter. I kept you guys waiting for a long time and I feel really bad and stupid because of that T_T

Special thank you's to Nano. Yaoi, A Chance to Fly, Nami-chan and Jaden for the lovely comments which made my day ^^ That and thank you to you guys who followed or favorited this story :D

I SHOULDNT HAVE PLAYED TOMB RAIDER! XD Well, on we go...

Disclaimer : Sadly, le Sekaiichi Hatsukoi does not belong to me, even though I wished it did.

~ Chapter 4 ~

"A boys' love novel?" Asked Takano, raising his eyebrows as he took another puff from his cigarette. Not wanting to admit that it seemed interesting, he closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa.

"Indeed, it will also be getting an anime adaptation, or so I was told. That's why it was absolutely necessary to remake it into a manga as well before receiving reception from the audience." Akihiko nodded, sitting back, ignoring the frantic scrabbling of Misaki as he tried to exit the place without much success.

"I'll be helping with the manga drawings and the anime production." Aiko smiled, bringing a few blank sheets out of her bag. "But I must admit, the Junai Romantica novel resembles both Akihiko-sama and Misaki-san..." She added with a nervous chuckle.

"Well, isn't it obvious? That's because I—"

"AG! Usagi-san! We don't have vegetables do we?!" Interrupted Misaki, trying his best to cool his flaming cheeks and his temper which would've probably soared to the top. "This is bad... I don't know if this guy gives a crap about this but the two of us are dead if it comes to light." Misaki thought quietly to himself.

"I was just saying, anyhow it seems really cute! My previous project named Scarlet Boy wasn't as interesting as this, neither was it even good." She sighed softly. "However this has a LOT of potential!" She exclaimed, forcing a smile on her face.

"Sensei... Who was that?" Inquired a very curious student, gazing at the furious Kamijou with big mischievous eyes.

Kamijou rubbed his aching temples and just glared at the student, "What I do is none of your business Tenjo-san, unless you want your parents to be notified of you skipping classes. I don't understand why the HELL you people even signed up for literature!" He cursed to himself.

The student named Tenjo suddenly looked aside in a guilty manner and returned to his literature exercises, unable to remember anything about the protagonist and the antagonist.

Fortunately for all the students, the bell chose the moment to ring and they all filed out of the classroom thankfully leaving Hiroki Kamijou gathering his books.

"What was he thinking?" Mused the professor as he exited the room and walked down the corridor to the staff room shared by both Miyagi and himself.

His eyes were greeted by the sight of Miyagi holding onto the defenselessly sleeping Nowaki, a smirk in his eyes as he cupped the face of the younger man.

Hiroki blinked twice and unknowingly raised all the books he had been reading this morning, thus pelting Miyagi with the entire collection.

"STAY AWAY!" He practically barked out, grabbing Nowaki tightly and pulling him out of the empty institute.

"I'm dead..." Muttered the young baby-faced editor as he stumbled to his apartment.

Work had been piling up for no specific reason and his mangaka had decided to rewrite her story and ended up submitting it thrice, nevertheless it wasn't at all good enough. The plot was mixed up, the POVs didn't seem right and the wrong color tones had been added.

Truthfully, it was supposed to be submitted today but Kisa without a proper manuscpt, had ended up turning to the coverage material. After a few strenuous final edits, he had stumbled back to the printer's office, submitted the material and then trudged back to office to pick up his stuff.

Which was why he was shocked when the overwhelming smell of curry drifted through his apartment. Noting the large pair of shoes on the carpet, he knew that his boyfriend would have been making his rounds.

He was always grateful, Yukina always made time to spend with him. It was hard for him too, being a university student and having a part-time job at the same time but Yukina always placed his lover as his top priority.

But for Kisa, it was hard for him to express the feelings he had for him. He could always do erotic stuff in bed, he knew what he should do but when it came to surprises and daily visits, he never understood what exactly he could do in return.

"Y-Yukina?" He stammered, limping lightly to the kitchen and collapsing on his couch wearily. He buried his head on a cushion and tried to clear his mind.

"Kisa-saaan!" Smiled the happy tall man, scooping up the shorter man in his arms and placing a light peck on his forehead.

He flushed a deep shade of scarlet, his eyes wide. "H-How did you get in?" He stammered nervously.

"Well, I do have your spare key..." He admitted, placing his lover back on the couch and kneeling beside him. "Your forehead is hot..." He mused, frowning slightly as he felt his temperature.

"I did end up overworking. After you had gone to sleep I was up working on a manuscript that didn't make the cut and I've been rushing around this entire morning submitting the other script for a substitute material." He mumbled tiredly.

"Kisa-san, you shouldn't work yourself too hard." He sighed softly, crossing his arms and looking at his lover quizzically. "You do know that if anything happens, I'll always support you." He pointed out. "And you also know that even if you lose anything, I'll be here to give you my everything..."

At his words, Kisa Shouta who had already closed his eyes pretended to be asleep. He was far too embarrassed to reply to Yukina's confession.

A soft chuckle was heard in the background and Yukina ruffled his hair affectionately, pecking his lips softly and then heading back into the kitchen.

Snuggling closer to the cushion, Kisa let a sigh escape his lips, "Today is definitely gonna be a long day..."