Clare could be doing so many things work-related and beneficial to her job, and yet here she was eating bear puffs and watching television. She didn't really have to finish her manuscript until tomorrow, so she could take the day off if she wanted, right? It was for the most part relaxing if she managed to ignore Takahashi's shrieks coming from across the hall. Usami didn't really have a lot of self-restraint when it came to his flatmate, did he? She chewed on another bear puff as she considered her life. For the majority of her career as a mangaka, she had been surrounded by men (Kind of surprising considering the genre she worked on). All of them had been homosexuals. There was Aikawa, she was nice, thought most of the time Clare saw her stressed out as Usami's house, yelling at him to finish his work. Perhaps if Clare herself wrote novels instead of drawing manga, Aikawa could have been her editor? It would have been leagues better than Stupid Idiot Moronic Editor Takano-

Before she could finish her thoughts, her cellphone rang. She had several guesses as to who that could be. She answered the call, and immediately was met with his grumpy Editor's voice. "Are you working, Mirian?" He grumbled, and Clare let out a sarcastic laugh. "Of course I'm working Takano! You think I, a human being with basic needs, would even consider taking a break because by stupid Editor won't stop shouting at me? I would never!" She could hear his irritation rise with every word she said.

"Don't make me come over there, Mirian!" Takano's voice became intimidating, but Clare had heard that tone far too many times to be scared of it any more.

"Yeah, yeah Takano! I'll get to work!" She sighed before hanging up, not listening to Takano's lecture. By then Clare had noticed her neighbor's shrieking had finally stopped. She grabbed her manuscript and headed across the hall. She used to knock, considering their privacy, but if one of them was going to keep her up all night ravishing his lover, then Clare would bust in on them whenever she pleased without mercy. There was the common scene she always saw: A flustered Takahashi, standing at the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with a certain silver-haired Akihiko Usami.

"Usachi? I've got the manuscript ready!" Clare had started calling him Usachi a few weeks ago, and he didn't seem to mind the nickname. She just could never bring herself to call him Usagi. He was definitely not a cute and cuddly rabbit!

"Alright, let me see it." Usachi held out his hand for the manuscript, and Clare handed it over. She casually looked over at what Takahashi (now nicknamed 'Misachi' to match his lover), was cooking. He wasn't actually cooking anything, he was just doing something to keep him from looking at Usachi. "Ehh? Misachi, why aren't you cooking anything?" Clare asked, slightly disappointed. Misachi looked up, startled by her presence. He was definitely thinking about something.

There had always been times where Clare would talk to Misachi, where he would just look like he was in deep thought. Granted, it irritated the crap out of her when she was ignored for whatever homo thoughts floated in his head. Of course, it was still kind of difficult to talk to him after the whole ordeal with Usachi's brother and that manga edit. She had for the most part gotten over it, but sometimes looking at Misachi made her feel just a tad bit guilty again.

"I-I just got a little distracted and forgot to take out the ingredients! How silly of me!" He let out a bit of nervous laughter, and Clare lifted a suspicious brow but decided to ignore it. Usachi was lingering behind her, also staring disappointingly at the lack of food. "Hurry up and make something then Misachi! I'm starving!" Clare whined, and the brunette nodded, walking to the fridge to pull out ingredients."

Usachi had returned back to his place at the couch, looking over her manuscript again. It of course made her nervous, thinking of high-class award winning novelist like him judging BL manga that she herself had slaved over, but she supposed that was more of a blessing than a curse. She was sure there was a line of people (especially women) who would probably murder Clare on the spot to get the advice she normally got.

Clare's phone began to ring again, and she sighed before she picked it up and read the contact.

'Haruhiko Usami' was the name on the screen. 'B-BIG BROTHER USACHI?!' Mirian mentally panicked as she darted out of the apartment without saying a word. She gingerly answered the call, anticipating what would be said. "Hello? Is this Miss Mirian Clare?" The voice on the end asked. "A-Ah, yes! That's me! Is there something you needed?" Her voice was clearly nervous, and she was met with what sounded like soft laughter. "You must remember me, yes? We had business quite a while ago." Clare swallowed. So it really was him. What could he possibly want with her now?!

"I'm afraid I must inform you of some... unfortunate mishaps." Haruhiko's voice was calm, but it was doing nothing for Clare's accelerating heart beat. "M-Mishaps you say?" Clare laughed nervously, and Usachi's big brother continued. "You see, one of my family members has found that present you made for me, and intends to bring it directly to Usami."

"...What?" Clare could only really say one thing as her mind processed these words, and then she said it once again. "...WHAT?!" She panicked, her grip on her phone tightening it. "W-What do you mean they're bringing it directly to him?! When are they getting here-" Suddenly, Clare found herself looking directly at a well-dressed woman staring judgmentally at her. "I'm afraid that's all I have to say. Good day, Miss Mirian." Haruhiko hung up, and Clare stood there staring at the woman in front of her. "U-Um... Miss...?" She stuttered, and all the woman did was huff and brush past her into the flat.

'...SHE HAS THE MANUSCRIPT!' Clare mentally panicked and went after her, only to see the woman talking to Usachi, handing him a book that was most likely the object of importance. "Can you believe he had this? He's disgusting, honestly!" The woman was talking in a snobbish tone, and Clare watched helplessly as Usachi's mood plummeted with every page he looked over. There was the small string of hope that he wouldn't recognize her art style, but that cord was cut once Usachi began glaring right at her.

And to make things worse, Misachi was reading it with him.

"I... I..." Clare tried to form up some kind of excuse, but that had triggered the attention of the woman from earlier. "And you! You are the one who made this for him?! I'm appalled!" She immediately scolded her, reminding her of a certain editor. Misachi looked generally shocked and flustered, and Clare was 100% terrified by the look Usachi had on his face. "I... I'm just going to... leave..." She mumbled weakly, then bolted out and back into her own apartment.

She was definitely not going back into Usachi's apartment ever again.

...At least until she had to get her manuscript back.