The sound of the door being knocked on made Hiroki blink. He was currently laying in bed, a book in hand which he had taken from Akihiko when it was offered to him. He could tell why this one was sold out at the book store, it was much more tasteful than some of his other stories. The romance seemed much more realistic and he was definitely adoring the main character, Kiko, even though he was very shallow and sadistic. Hiroki couldn't put his finger on it, but there was just something about him.. The Heroine was likable as well, Misaka, the clumsy warrior princess who came to escape the world for a day by living like a peasant. The main villain, Kan, was such an asshole. He contributed nothing good to the story. He and his donkey Ijuuin should just drop dead.

As he got to the last word on the page, he bookmarked it and put it down. He glanced at the clock. If it was Nowaki, he would just normally use his key like he always does. Even when he was dead drunk, he always found a way into their apartment. This made him quirk an eyebrow as he opened his bedroom door and went straight for the front. By then, the series of knocks turned into familiar (annoying) rhythmic tune. He curiously looked through the peep hole and paused at the figure standing outside his door, "Professor?"

"I come baring gifts." The voice said on the other side of the door as he held up a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a large bowl of something covered with tin-foil in the other.

Hiroki opened the door for him, but didn't move out from the entry way as he looked him up from top to bottom suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I talked with Takashi and his parent's. After some convincing, they promised not to get the authorities involved. So you're safe for now at least, but you're still suspended without pay to think about what you've done!" Miyagi scolded him, nodding his own head as if it was an acceptable answer.

"Okay..." Hiroki replied slowly, ".. So you couldn't call to tell me because..?"

Miyagi sent him a frown, "So mean Kamijouuu.. After all I've done for you!" The man seemed unexpressionitive, " Let me in. I brought leftovers."

"I'm sorry, I really am thankful." Hiroki muttered as he moved aside for him to come in.

Miyagi smiled and entered the room, "Now you owe me two favors!" He proposed, reminding him of last week. Hiroki gave him an annoyed look, but couldn't fight it. He was right, after all,"You know, rumor has it that Demon Kamijou pounded one of his student's with his fists making him black out." Miyagi said as he walked over to the low kotetsu and set his supplies over it. Hiroki walked over to the kitchen to get them some glasses, "My favorite one is the rumor stating that you were conducting a hit on one of your students, disguised as a simple teaching instructor when you're actually a underground mafia boss. Your sudden disappearance isn't helping your case."

"That's ridiculous." Hiroki commented.

"I know! I had to remind the class that we were Japanese." They both snorted.

"You should have just let that rumor continue, I'm sure they would have figured it out on their own." Hiroki muttered as he placed two wine glasses over the small kotetsu. He moved to open the bottle, before pouring himself a glass, "Although seeing as how such a rumor even exists in the first place makes me doubt the sanity of that school."

"I don't know Kamijou, I mean it's not like it's totaaallly insane." Miyagi said while tearing open the tin foil to reveal a portion of, definitely store-bought, sesame noodles with beef strips, "I mean aside from your looks, your fists could definitely pass you off as a yakuza boss - or at least a violent lacky. I've seen a side of your anger, and I got to tell you I'm glad I've never been on the other side of it."

'Although you've definitely been close...'

"It kind of makes me feel bad for that dude you live with." Hiroki looked up at him, though Miyagi didn't seem to notice his expression as he looked around, "Ah, where is that boy anyway? Kusama-san, right? Kusama, Kusama!" He called out childishly.

Hiroki blinked in both surprise and annoyance, "You idiot, keep it down!" as he felt a headache coming on. As Miyagi turned to him curiously, he forced himself to turn away and grumbled, "He's not even here."

"Whaaat? But it's already late morning! Man doctor's got it rough.' Miyagi pointed out as he snagged the filled wine-glass from the disgruntled party who was intending to down the entire thing in one shot. Miyagi moved the glass to his own lips and sipped at the substance. Man, if looks could kill... "Good money, though."

"I guess." Hiroki commented although he honestly had no idea what Nowaki did with that money, first and foremost, not that it was any of his business, "So care to share why you brought this much food when it's ... way passed dinner time?" He asked as he poured some wine into the other glass and whisked some of it down his throat before Miyagi could grab that too.

Miyagi only stared at him in both amusement and something else, "Because if I know you, you'd probably forgot about dinner after all this ruckus and spend all of your time... oh, I don't know, reading a book perhaps?"

Hiroki blinked and sent him a suspicious look. How did he know? "I'll have you know, I ate a protein bar." Hiroki replied in retaliation which earned a snort from the witty professor, "And I'm also finished with all my corrections hence the new temp who will be taking my place won't have too... who probably doesn't even know what they're doing in the first place!" Miyagi rolled his eyes, "Which brings me to my next point. I am not a child that you have to take care of. I can handle myself."

"Right, so the kitchen is that way?" Miyagi asked while standing up. Hiroki nodded, not wanting to get up as he poured himself another drink, "Enough questions, let's just make the most of our time together now, okay?"

Hiroki stared at him as he reentered the room with two plates, two pairs of chopsticks, and a two large spoon, "... Okay..." He said finally in surrender. Miyagi was right afterall, he should indulge himself if only for a little while. Plus the food smelled great.