Hiroki sighed as he wheeled his crate up the handicap ramp of M-University. He pretended to cough and hack, sniffling dramatically to avoid the questioning looks of passing students and faculty. Flashing his trademark glare to everyone who dared meet his eyes, Hiroki stomped to his and Miyagi's office. When he kicked the door open, his eyes widened as he saw a vase with dying red roses on his desk. Beneath it was an opened Boy's Love magazine, where dead rose petals decorated the rather vulgar page it had been opened to.

"Shit," Hiroki groaned, suddenly remembering the mess he had made of the office before he had been swept off his feet by Nowaki.

"So, how's your ass doin'?" asked a voice behind Hiroki, making him nearly jump out of his skin. He whirled around to face Miyagi, who loomed over him with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He grinned mischievously down at his assistant, an impish glimmer in his eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hiroki sniffed, turning his nose up and spinning on his heel. He went to his desk, and with one clean sweep of his hands, the vase and Boy's Love magazine went crashing to the floor.

"Aw, Kami-chan, I spent an hour choosing the perfect page to open that magazine to," Miyagi pouted as he closed the office door behind him.

"Yeah? Well you can spend another hour shoving that magazine straight up your ass," Hiroki snapped, whirling around to flash his middle finger in Miyagi's face. However, his superior caught his finger and brought his hand down.

"Sorry, but the only shoving I do is in Shinobu-chin's-"

"Professor!"

Suddenly, the door to the office slammed open and a rather disgruntled looking blonde kid stomped in.

"Shinobu!" Miyagi exclaimed, immediately releasing Hiroki's finger and diving towards his smaller lover. Shinobu skillfully stepped to the side, however, and Miyagi flew past him.

"You forgot your lunch again, old man," Shinobu said dryly, holding up a wrapped bento.

"So cold, Shinobu-chiiiin," Miyagi pouted, sticking out his lip as he took his bento box and hugged it to his chest. "I hope it's omur-"

"It's cabbage," Shinobu finished. Miyagi's face fell, but he smiled, anyway.

"Of course, Shinobu-chin," Miyagi said. He quickly glanced at Hiroki before taking his smaller lover's chin in his hand and tilting his head back so he could kiss him. Hiroki turned away awkwardly, but couldn't help but to watched out of the corner of his eye as Shinobu's eyelids fluttered shut and he reached up to coil his arms around Miyagi's neck. Then, as Shinobu's body shifted slightly, Hiroki's eyes bugged out as he caught a glimpse of a small yet obvious bump on Shinobu's belly.

"Mm, Miyagi," Shinobu murmured when he pulled away. Hiroki turned away fully before he could catch too much of the passion between the two as Shinobu bit Miyagi's lip and ground into Miyagi's thigh. Shuddering as sucking and smacking sounds filled the room, Hiroki busied himself with sorting through his crate of graded papers, pulling out the papers he still needed to finish. When goodbyes were exchanged several times over and the office door finally opened and closed, Hiroki sighed and allowed himself to turn back around.

"Hey… Kamijou," Miyagi said as he wavered slightly on his feet, licking his swollen, reddened lips and panting. "Do you think… maybe, I could take a… six or seven minute bathroom br-"

"Absolutely not," Hiroki answered immediately, pursing his lips. Miyagi sighed and flopped down into his office chair, leaning back slightly.

"Ah… Shinobu-chin has been so horny recently. I don't know how much more Little Miyagi can take," Miyagi commented, patting the beige khaki pants over his groin as Hiroki wrinkled his nose in disgust. "When Shinobu-chin bites my lip, it means he wants me to come straight home after work. Isn't that cute? It was his idea."

"You're a pervert," Hiroki stated before sitting in his office chair. He was silent for a few moments, swinging back and forth in the rotating chair awkwardly. "So… is Shinobu pregnant?"

Miyagi looked up, raising an ebony eyebrow.

"Hm? Yeah. He started showing within just two weeks of taking the pill," Miyagi said proudly. Hiroki frowned. "I keep telling him that I think it's twins, but he told me that he thinks the baby is just fat like it's father."

Miyagi pursed his lips as he lifted his shirt and poked at his belly.

"I don't think I'm that fat. Am I?" Miyagi asked. Hiroki groaned in exasperation, rolling his eyes as he turned back towards his desk.

"You're hopeless."

There was another long silence.

"Kamijou… did you and your lover work out the argument about the pill?" Miyagi asked, his voice suddenly serious. Hiroki rolled his grading pen between his thumb and forefinger, a blush rising in his cheeks.

"Um… yeah. Everything's okay now," he answered shyly. He heard Miyagi's office chair roll up behind him.

Without warning, big hands reached around and pressed into his abdomen.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hiroki barked, slapping Miyagi's hands away defensively. He whirled around in his chair in anger, but once again found himself realizing the consequences of the mistake of overreacting to his superior's actions. The look on Miyagi's face told Hiroki that he had discovered the poorly-kept secret.

"How far along are you, then?" Miyagi said with a gentle, almost father-like smile. Hiroki flushed crimson and he absentmindedly rubbed his belly with small circles.

"Um… a few days over five weeks," Hiroki mumbled, wringing his hands. Miyagi leaned to the side of his chair and rested his elbow on the armrest. He sighed and clicked his tongue as he shook his head slightly.

"So, he forced you, hm?" Miyagi asked knowingly. Hiroki frowned.

"Why does everyone immediately assume that?" he asked.

"Well, think about it, Kamijou. You hate brats; your idiot lover loves 'em. You were raised in a normal family; Kusama-kun lived at an orphanage and was never adopted. It only makes sense that he would be so desperate for a family and children that he would force his most precious person to take that drug against his will," Miyagi said. Hiroki found himself absorbing Miyagi's every word, clutching the folds of his jeans.

"…Oh…" Hiroki whispered slowly, staring down at his clenched fists in his lap. "I get it, now."

"I think you understood that from the moment he showed you that pill," Miyagi stated in a low voice, smiling again and his assistant. "You were just being your stubborn self and didn't really think about it until just now."

Hiroki remained silent for a few moments, fiddling with a hangnail on his thumb.

"I'm not mad at Nowaki anymore," Hiroki said. He looked up, his eyes glimmering with the passion put into his words. "Actually… I don't think I ever was. I was just afraid."

"And that's understandable, Kamijou. Anyone would be scared. You need to realize, though, that your relationship with Kusama-kun runs on the give-and-take factors. Remember when you kept complaining about him wanting to surpass you? Well, I think that wanting you to have his child is his way of doing so. I think that, if you give him this one chance, he will show you just how much he has worked to improve himself since you two first met. And I do think he has improved significantly. So don't be afraid, Kamijou. Just relax and let Kusama-kun do what he was born to do: take care of you. There is no doubt in my mind that he would take a bullet for you if it meant protecting even a tiny strand of hair on your head. I think you should take his forcing you to take that pill and see it as his cry for attention. He wants more love from you. He wants you to depend on him, Kamijou. That's all."

Hiroki hadn't noticed it, but his whole face had taken on the color of a tomato, and he trembled before Miyagi as his words soaked into both his mind and his heart.

"C-Can I borrow your phone?" Hiroki asked softly. Miyagi grinned as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone, which he handed to Hiroki. Shakily flipping it open, Hiroki nervously punched in the all-too familiar number.

The phone rang a few times before going to Nowaki's voicemail. With a sigh of relief, Hiroki waited for the beep before beginning.

"Um… hi, Nowaki. I-It's me. I just wanted to call you to, um, let you know that I… you know… I love you, and st-stuff. Ahaha, anyway, I also wanted to tell you th-that I c-c-can't wait to see our b-baby. I'm so ex-ex-excited. So pl-please… take good care of me, N-Nowaki, and um… yeah. B-B-Bye. I… I won't wait up for you, so don't t-try anything!" Hiroki finished in a failed attempt to pull his composure back together. He ended the message and snapped the phone shut, handing it back to Miyagi. His cheeks were practically in flames with the heat of his blush.

"He's not going to fall for it if you pretend to be asleep and you blush like that," Miyagi commented teasingly. Hiroki groaned and put his head in his hands.

Later that night, Hiroki was made a thorough mess of by his big oaf of a lover, and despite initial protests, all his little body could do was melt between the sheets in the pleasure of his love.