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The smell of bleach and filled the air as Hiroki finally awoke, covered in sweat and still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He was beginning to feel awkward about being here, not to mention when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Turning to see who it was, he was completely shocked. There sat Misaki, fast asleep in the chair, his cell phone still in his hand as he snored lightly.

For once a student had actually cared enough about him to stay? What kind of world was this? With a un-auto-able groan, the older male made to sit up but felt over dizzy. 'what had happened?' well it must have been something since he was at the hospital.

The younger brunette began to stir in his sleep, nearly falling off the chair and instantly woke up, staring Blankley at his English teacher. "Morning' sensei." he piped up, blushing in embarrassment.

Hiroki looked back at him slightly annoyed and pinched the skin between his eyes. "Would you like to explain what just happened to me?" Slowly, Hiroki sat up against the pillows and began to fix his hair, the last thing he needed was to not look presentable to his student.

"Um… well… I was in detention with you.. And then you started hyperventilating… you were freaking out so I called 1-1-9* and they brang you here. I tagged along because I wanted to make sure that you were alright." His green eyes continued to search Hiroki's face, waiting for the man to start freaking out and throw something. He knew that his teacher had anger issues, so he would dance around his words, making sure not to set him off.

(A/N; thank Nowaki for helping me with this story~~~!)

"well… Thank you about that." Hiroki embarrassedly cleared his throat and stared down at his crossed arms. "When did they say I could get out?"

The sound of the door opening caught both the Brunette's off guard. "WHY good evening, nice to hear you're up Mr. Kamijou!" the Doctor stood there across from Misaki, staring at the papers in his hand. "All we have to do is take you're blood pressure and I'll talk to you a little before you leave. My name is Doctor Tsumori! "

The man was annoyingly happy, and this just pissed Hiroki off. "whatever, let's just get this over with." the brunette groaned irritably.

Akihiko was beginning to worry more about his best friend more and more. The brunette hadn't replied to any of his texts or calls. He hadn't talked to him since the day before and even then, when he left he was worried.

Misaki had been texting him back saying that he would be out for the night, he never really mentioned where he would be or who he'd be with, which was pissing him off as well. So here was the great Akihiko, driving over towards Hiroki's apartment, Stressed out as hell. He had a spare key so there was no real worry about getting in. All he wanted to do was make sure the man was alright, go home, meet up with Misaki and go get something to eat… maybe a bath? Anything right now sounded relaxing.

He finally made it to his usual parking spot and quickly stride up towards the stairs, beating it up to the end of the hallway. He began to shake as he grabbed the key from his pocket and put it into the key hole and turned. 'please be alright, please be alright!' he continued to chant in his head as he opened the door.

He was greeted with the disturbing sound of science, either Hiroki wasn't here or he was dead on the floor somewhere! Freaking himself out more, he began running around the house looking for his beloved childhood friend.

After checking every room, and every place he could hide, he realized that Hiroki wasn't here. And according to the coffee pot, he hadn't been back for a little while.

He decided that he was going to wait for Hiroki at the apartment, it would be better not to mention if he kept texting him. For sure he wouldn't miss him if he slipped in. Maybe he went home for a visit and left his phone or something.

Beginning to feel rather tired, Akihiko laid down against the Couch and turned the TV on down low. A nap didn't seem like such a bad idea, and plus he knew Hiroki well enough that if he came in he'd most likely just stand in front of him and scream to wake him up.

Hiroki sat there even more irritated then the first moment he met this 'Tsumori' character. He was driving him clinically insane, with all this 'Stress is bad for you' bullshit. Damn right he knew about this, but honestly? He was a fully grown man, he would know all of this!

"And make sure to take these every 4 hours. You're levels are normal for now so you're son can bring you home now!" the light brown haired doctor smiled brightly down at Hiroki who snapped again for the millionth time.

"HE'S NOT MY SON! HE IS A PUPLE OF MINE!" Hiroki grabbed the small bag of pills that the doctor had given him, and stormed out, Misaki following behind him quickly. "Thank you Doctor." Misaki turned and bowed quickly before running to catch up with Hiroki.

"Sensei… I'll have to drive you home, you're car isn't here." Misaki quietly squeaked out terrified of his teacher who was clearly itching to grab another book.

"FINE! The world hates me anyways!" the older man began running a hand threw his hair, irritated with everything and anything. He hated being here in the hospital only because he always saw a doctor that looked like Nowaki from behind. He knew the difference since he had been treated by him once before. His name was Doctor… Kataro…. Maybe? Couldn't remember.

Making there way to Misaki's car, Hiroki kept silent. There was nothing more embarrassing than having you're student drive you to the hospital AND bring you back home. This was slowly killing his self-esteem By the second.

The sound of someone entering the house had woken the napping Akihiko. Groggily, he opened his eyes and stretched. He could hear the sound of keys being laid down on the kitchen table, and instantly he knew it was hiroki.

"You're home?" he yawned out, his back popping in different places. He ran a hand threw his hair before pushing himself in an upward position. He looked over towards the man in the kitchen, only to be greeted with a sight that scared both men.

Nowaki stood there in the kitchen, confused and tired. His face slowly turned to one of pain and anger, this making Akihiko even more confused. "You really are home…"

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(A/N; DUN DUN DUUUNNN!~! The return on Nowaki~~~~ what now?~~~ thanks everyone, remember to Review~ 33333)