Hello dearies! I wrote this a short spell ago and forgot to upload it since it was supposed to take place a few days after Valentine's Day, which was almost a month ago. Sorry Risque, I said I'd post it and promptly forgot. Hope you enjoy, Cheers!

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My Interest is You

I'd Do Anything For You

Never in his wildest dreams would one Takatsuki Shinobu have thought he'd walk into a bookstore and lose track of time. As it was, he was stuck in the bookstore after getting stuck behind a mob of people who were attempting to squish into the space, blocking the stairs. Cameras and phones were out taking pictures and videos, pissing the young college student off. Of all days, there had to be a signing or something.

So, because he was stuck, he carted the dozen cook books he'd bought for the cooking classes he and Miyagi were going to take, down to the basement where the manga was located. At least all he'd have to deal with in that area was all the fangirls combing through new volumes of shojo manga. He could easily sit at a table and wait until the hysteria on the upper level died down.

He sat down on a bench and started looking through a book. It was written by Kashino Makoto, one of the students from the cooking school he was going to attend. The kid in the pictures didn't look any older than he was, but he was already a brilliant chocolatiere. In a way Shinobu admired the kid for knowing what he wanted and attaining it at a young age. But that admiration didn't last long when he heard a bunch of applauding upstairs; which broke his concentration.

Shinobu glared at the stairs, a scowl on his face. Leave it to a bunch of miscreants to disturb his studying. He didn't need to study for his law classes, but for cooking, he was going to need to spend as much free time as he had learning. At least when he stood with Miyagi in the class on the first day he wouldn't feel like an imbecile.

"They're a little loud, aren't they?"

Shinobu looked over and saw a tall man in a bookstore apron standing next to him, smiling.

"What of it?" Shinobu asked, turning back to his book.

"I just get all fluttery when I see so many people get excited about literature."

This comment caused Shinobu to roll his eyes. Was this guy for real? All this talk about fluttering and excitement made the man seem like a girl.

"So a bunch of people are all excited over some author, big deal," Shinobu grumbled. "Who the hell is it anyway?"

The man sat down for a moment and looked Shinobu in the face, causing him to lean back a little as a reflex.

"Ueda Kisho-Sensei's new book 'Never Forget, Forever' came out and his fans are really excited."

Shinobu recognized the name. He'd read the author's last book 'For the Lost' the prior year when it'd come out. The man's writing style was realistic and gritty. He liked that about an author. Realism was better than fantasy any day of the week.

"He has nothing to do with me, so I don't really care," the boy deadpanned, turning back to his book. The associate laughed and headed off to work, leaving one little terrorist to read his book in peace, until a woman ran past, crying because she'd gotten the author to sign her book.

Shinobu rolled his eyes and tried to ignore everyone in the place, wishing he was the type to wear headphones. Anything was better than listening to the banter of idiots in love.

'Then again,' he mused, thoughtfully, 'Miyagi likes this writer and he may like a copy of the book, signed by the author.'

It wasn't very often that Shinobu had a chance to get the older man in his life a gift, and while it's wasn't necessarily romantic it would make Miyagi happy to receive. Of course, he needed to wait a while so that all the other lemmings could vacate the area before he asked the author for a book with a signature. The longer he had to stand in line the more annoyed he was bound to become, which would make him a little less than friendly when he finally arrived home.

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Two Hours Later

Finally, it was close to the end of the book signing. That was all Shinobu had wanted. Once more that employee had come to ask if he was okay and during that time he'd asked how much longer the signing was going to be. So, at exactly five minutes prior to the end of the specified times, Shinobu stood in the much smaller line, a copy of the book in his hand.

The book had a beautifully drawn cover. Even he'd admit beauty when he saw it and after reading the synopsis of the book, he found himself wanting to read the novel as well. He would borrow the book from Miyagi after his lover finished reading it.

Eventually he was standing in front of the man and he dumped the book on the table.

"Hello!" the author said, cheerfully, making Shinobu want to vomit. How on Earth could he still be so jovial after sitting through hundreds of overboard fans accosting him? "To whom can I make this out?"

Shinobu turned red as he realized the man wanted Miyagi's name.

"His name is Miyagi Yoh," he mumbled, under his breath.

The author nodded and wrote in the book. "Someone special?"

Takatsuki narrowed his eyes. "What are you implying?" he asked.

"Let's call it a hunch that this book is not for yourself, so it must be for someone you care about." The damn author was too smart for his own good and it bothered Shinobu to no end. He had no way of responding to such blatant…truths.

Ueda-Sensei handed the book back to Shinobu, who nodded in thanks, and stalked off toward the check-out counter so he could purchase the pile of books he'd grabbed before the circus began. The sooner he paid, the sooner he could get home. He'd already spent more than an additional two hours in the company of people who weren't Miyagi. So he was in dire need of an idiot professor fix.

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Miyagi Yoh walked into his silent apartment and raised his eyes. Normally at this time he'd walk into his abode he would see one swizzle stick of a boy would be attempting to burn the place down. Of course they had their first cooking class in a couple of days, which meant that when he came home the terrorist would probably be attempting to bake what they'd learned in class. It was a gourmet sweets class, so there wasn't going to be any cabbage, or pumpkins, he hoped.

Then again, this was Shinobu he was thinking about. That kid could probably figure out how to make cheesecake with cabbage or the like. This thought caused Miyagi to shudder as he walked into the bedroom to change.

Shinobu would have been rather happy to know that the first thought on his mind when he got home was him. Nothing better for proving to the man you were sleeping with how much they mean to you when they are the first thought you have…all the time. Miyagi smiled. How that little wisp of a child could have affected him that much was beyond him. As it was, there was no one else in the world he'd rather have occupying his mind, unless he was harassing Kamijou. At those times he could hear his little lover calling him a cheater inside of his head.

"Hahaha," Miyagi cackled impishly as he walked into the kitchen. It was immaculate and ready for him to start cooking.

Buzz!

He checked his cell and found that Shinobu was on his way home, he'd gotten held up at the bookstore. So it was going to be his job to make the evening meal for the two of them. Well, at least that meant that it would be edible as well as lacking in cabbage or pumpkins.

It wasn't often he got to cook and he started to ponder what Shinobu's favorite foods were. He knew the boy liked eggs and fish, but he didn't have any fish. But he had eggs and omurice was something they both liked, but wasn't something the kid had mastered. Luckily for him, his mother had taught him how to make such when he was younger.

Miyagi dug through his cabinets to find the makings for the sauce. Thanks to an automatic rice cooker, he had the necessary carbs for the meal. All he really needed to do was make the sauce, make the omelet, and combine the two. All in all, it would take less than twenty minutes.

After he combined the ingredients with the rice and let it sit, he started on the eggs. Shinobu liked lots of eggs with his omurice. He was a growing boy, so protein was important. So Miyagi used double the amount of eggs and put them in the special pan he'd gotten as a wedding present that Risako never once used. She hadn't been too fond of the food, so she never saw fit to make any omurice.

In fact, Miyagi hadn't made the stuff until Shinobu made a comment about how he liked it. That was when he'd pulled out the pan and surprised his lover on their first anniversary.

Of course, such a display had ended with the two making love on the counter before eating, and then again in the shower a few times afterward. God, that kid had stamina at times. Not that Miyagi cared. He loved it just as much as Shinobu did.

"I'm home old man!"

Obviously Shinobu was home, or he wouldn't have called out. Miyagi hadn't even heard the door open, so either his terrorist was really quiet or he'd been so lost in thought he hadn't been paying attention.

"Welcome home, Shinobu," Miyagi called as Shinobu rounded the corner, laden with books. What in the hell all had he bought?

Shinobu blushed; he loved it when Miyagi welcomed him home. It didn't happen very often since he was usually the first one to arrive, so when it did he always felt a twinge of happiness that Miyagi still considered Shinobu's home to be with Miyagi.

"Here," he said, thrusting the book onto the counter in front of his lover. "I got this Ueda guy to sign it for you and everything."

Miyagi's mouth dropped open. He'd forgotten the new book was coming out and had ordered a copy via Amazon, but here was a copy Shinobu had stood in line to have signed. He opened the book and looked at the inscription. Obviously the kid hadn't read it or he would have torn the page out before presenting it to him.

You're one lucky guy, Miyagi Yoh, this kid clearly cares a lot about you. UK

The initials were written in Romanji characters.

A smile broke out on Miyagi's face as he thought of Shinobu standing in line for two hours. No, more like he'd gone and sat somewhere with the pile of cooking books he had purchased and waited till the line was filed down a little. Still, it was a generous thought. He could easily return his other copy without Shinobu even noticing.

"Thank you, Shinobu," Miyagi stated with a grin. "I've been wanting to read this since I read the teaser over Kamijou's shoulder a few months ago."

Shinobu did the best he could to keep from grinning like an idiot, which just ended up with him scowling to avoid the smile and a darker shade of red to overtake his face.

"You're welcome," he stammered as he walked into the bedroom and started changing. He could smell the omurice cooking and knew it was going to be a good dinner. It had only been a few days since he'd gotten over being sick and he was looking forward to eating a real meal. They really hadn't had much of a Valentine's Day, so maybe this was fate making it up to them.

He exited the bedroom and walked into the kitchen to start setting the table. Neither needed to break the silence, their chemistry was such that no matter who was cooking, the other could easily take over the other part of dinner preparations. It was a dance the two of them played. One would move out of the way, or grab something the other needed before the other even realized they needed it. Miyagi backed up slightly and pulled out the chips Shinobu liked to eat with omurice from the cabinet above his head. When Shinobu came back into the kitchen after putting plates on the table he was able to swing around and grab that item before digging for the peppers Miyagi liked on his omurice from the refrigerator.

Eventually Shinobu had everything on the table and Miyagi was putting their dinner onto a serving plate. The younger went into the kitchen and pulled out two types of beverage; iced tea for Miyagi and aloe juice for him. Each type of meal required a different drink for either participant. Both Miyagi and Shinobu knew what the other would drink depending on what was being served.

Drinks in hand, they both sat down and started to eat.

"Aside from Ueda's book, what other books did you pick up?" Miyagi asked after a few moments of silent eating, save for the clanking of chopsticks on plates.

"I bought a book published by one of the students at St. Marie's, the cooking school we go to this Friday. I admire someone so young they're able to fulfill their dreams before leaving high school. He reminds me of that author Usami Akihiko. My literature professor said Usami-Sensei was barely seventeen when he was published the first time."

Miyagi wanted to roll his eyes at the mention of the author who had Kamijou always up in arms, next to that giant his subordinate was obviously involved with. There would be no point in mentioning to his lover that he actually knew the author and while it may have been impressive that he got started so early, the man himself had a few screws loose.

Shinobu looked down a little at his plate and started to move food around rather than eat it. Miyagi caught on rather quickly and halted his own progress in finishing his meal.

"Shinobu-chin, what's the matter?"

Embarrassment flooded the young man as he realized how the next answer could make him look like a tool. It was definitely not his intention to drag himself down in any way, but his brain worked fast enough to make him realize something. Here he was, considered a genius by some, and he hadn't amounted to anything of importance yet.

"I'm just wondering why someone like me, with all of my intelligence, hasn't done something impressive like Usami or Kashino yet."

'Figures,' Miyagi thought. 'He always works himself into a mood over nothing because he overanalyzes everything.' "Shinobu, you don't have to compare yourself to either since they aren't you."

Shinobu nodded and continued to play with his food; taking the occasional bite every now and then. Eventually he'd find something else to occupy his mind and he'd forget that he'd not really done much with his entire life.

Miyagi knew the kid wasn't in the best of moods, which happened. How he managed to depress himself so often was a mystery not even god would be able to figure out, so he did what he knew would work best; he decided to divert Shinobu's attention.

Using his foot, he started to run it up and down the youth's leg under the table.

Shinobu sat back slightly and eyed Miyagi from across the table. This wasn't the normal placement of their feet; positioned right next to one another. This was Miyagi playing that game footsies from some of those movies they watched together.

The professor knew his plan was working since Shinobu had started to eat again, but he kept up his foot escapades under the table. Slowly the foot, toes acting like little massagers, moved closer to Shinobu's thigh, which earned him a glare as he pretended that nothing was going on. The student snorted into his meal and started to pile it into his mouth without taking a breath. Once he swallowed Miyagi used his foot and touched Shinobu right in the crotch which caused said boy to squeak and flip his chair back.

Miyagi laughed as he stood up and saw his lover, lying on his back on the floor, feet slightly up in the air in a very undignified manner.

"Wow, Shinobu, I didn't know you missed the floor that much," he said in a smarmy tone.

"I didn't, you bastard, you started doing inappropriate things at the dinner table!" Shinobu growled as he rolled to his side and stood up, massaging his back where the chair had bit into his spine.

Far be it for him to ignore a pain he caused. Miyagi strolled over and used his hand to kneed into the boy's back, causing Shinobu to moan slightly.

"Sorry, Shinobu-chin," he whispered into the brat's ear. "I didn't mean to touch you when you didn't want it."

"Who says I didn't want it…I only said it was inappropriate based on the venue."

The professor giggled. "Come on, let's finish dinner and you can show me the books you bought. I expect us both to become experts at baking sugary confectionaries by the end of this course."

Shinobu reluctantly agreed and the two finished their meal without any further interruptions. Once the meal was complete and the dishes cleaned and put away, Shinobu led the elder into the bedroom where they sat on the bed together thumbing through the books. Together they poured through the volumes, marking off pages they wanted to try as well as things they knew would never happen. Eventually they came to a page on chocolate soufflé. Kashino had made a comment about how it had taken him over two months to perfect his soufflé.

"This one, Miyagi, I want to make this one by the end of the class," Shinobu stated, firmly.

Miyagi looked at the book and studied the recipe for a few moments. It wasn't going to be an easy task, especially for someone who burned cabbage on an almost daily basis. He would admit, the kid was getting better, but making a soufflé was going to prove to be a challenge by any and all standards. Not even his ex could make one that rise correctly.

"I think you can do it, Shinobu," he replied with conviction. Then, to prove his point, he brought out his phone and marked 60 days on his calendar.

"What are you doing?" Shinobu asked, eyeing the man.

"This kid says he learned in two months, which is roughly 61 days. From tomorrow, I am giving you 60 days to beat his record." Miyagi knew it was a long shot, but in the event that he succeeded, it would make his little lover very happy.

Shinobu contemplated the mission in his head for a few moments, occasionally mumbling to himself while he memorized the recipe.

"It's a deal," he said with a nod.

"Then I expect to eat this dessert in less than two month's time!" It was always good to give the kid a push. If he pushed Shinobu, then he knew the results would show.

After a few more moments of communicable silence, where each was absorbed in some part of the various recipe books, Shinobu put his book down and looked at Miyagi with his usual blank face, except for his eyes. Miyagi could tell his eyes were showing the emotion of gratitude.

"Thank you, Miyagi," Shinobu finally said softly.

Miyagi put his hand on the kid's head and ruffled his hair. "I'd do anything for you, Shinobu," he said as he massaged his lover's scalp with the tips of his fingers.

The emotions started to overwhelm Shinobu and he could feel himself start to get a little turned on by the attention his head was receiving.

"I'd do anything for you too, Miyagi."

Then, just to prove his point he reached over and started to undo the elder's belt buckle. Miyagi eyed him, skeptically. It was normal for Shinobu to take the lead in initiating certain behaviors the two had grown accustomed to, but there was a different air about the kid this time.

"We didn't get to…on Valentine's Day…" Shinobu said, fingers shaking as he reached into Miyagi's pants and started to rub a certain part of his lover's anatomy.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what Shinobu was getting at, but it still surprised Miyagi when the boy said it out loud.

"I want to taste you!" Shinobu barked, causing himself to retreat slightly when Miyagi coughed at the force of the confession.

Yes, leave it to his terrorist to work himself into a mood, only this time Miyagi was going to let Shinobu do whatever he wanted since he knew the end result would be a naked boy, laying in his arms. That was the best way to end the day anyway.