Chapter 11

It was hot… almost too hot. The feeling of being inside the one I treasured was indescribable. I hadn't felt that feeling in so many years. This time, I swear it was even stronger. Being that close to someone you love is a privilege unlike any other… And I'll cherish our first time together forever.

I tried to make it as pain free and pleasurable as possible for Misaki. I went slowly at first and made sure to touch him and please him the entire time. I know he enjoyed it. His moans and trembling body proved that. So, why was he crying the whole time? Was it just because it was his first time? It couldn't have been all that bad for him if he came like that. Seeing him orgasm sent me over the edge and I almost couldn't get out in time for my own orgasm to hit. He was incredibly beautiful.

Afterwards, I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up his stomach where our essences pooled together. His face burned bright red. I put back on my clothes that I had taken off and then helped him put his back on as well. He seemed too weak to move.

"Misaki, are you okay?" I asked.

He didn't answer. His cheeks became red again and he averted his eyes from my gaze. I placed a hand on his cheek and caressed it, my thumb gently wiping at the remaining tears on his face. I then did the same to the other side. He tightly shut his eyes as I did so.

"Are you tired?" It was almost 11 o'clock, after all.

Again, he didn't answer me, but at least he nodded. He began to sit up, but his face immediately contorted in pain. He grabbed his lower back as he lied back down and grunted at whatever he was feeling. It had definitely hurt him.

"I'll carry you."

His eyes and mouth flew open, but he didn't say anything. I picked him up bridal style, careful not to toss him around too much and worsen his pain. I kept watching his eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort, as I carried him up the stairs and into my bedroom.

"You can sleep here tonight, Misaki," I whispered as I laid him down on my bed next to Suzuki-san.

I pulled the blankets over him and tucked him in sweetly. Exhaustion must have snuck up on him as his eyelids quickly drooped down. I climbed in bed as well on the other side of Suzuki-san. Misaki's breathing steadied out as he fell asleep. I so badly wanted to move the giant bear and snuggle up to him, but he had been through an awful lot today. Deciding against it, I snuggled up to my pillow and began to drift off.

The first I saw when I woke up was Suzuki-san. It was kind of depressing to see him instead of my Misaki. As the sleepiness left my eyes, I pushed myself up with my arms and looked over to the other side of the bed. The covers were folded over and Misaki wasn't there. I listened closely and could hear the faint sound of running water down the hall. I sighed as I sat up in bed and lit a cigarette.

As I slowly woke up more, the sleepy haze wore off in my mind and I could remember bits and pieces of what happened last night. I smiled at the memories and it felt like I was on cloud nine... Until I realized how strange Misaki was acting afterwards. He didn't speak to me and he hardly looked me in the eyes. Was he angry at me? Was he just embarrassed? Did he really not like it?

A wave of uneasiness swept over me as I crunched out my cigarette end in the ashtray on my nightstand. I felt bad for rushing into it. He did say that he didn't want to go that far, but I didn't listen. I must have pressured him too much. He has to be very upset with me. I couldn't have that. I love him too much. I had to do something for him.

I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already 7:30. Misaki wouldn't have much time to get ready and cook breakfast before he had to be at class. My first thought was that I should cook breakfast for him. He always, always cooks every meal for me. Since I need to do something to repay him, this would be perfect. How hard can it be?

15 minutes later I realized just how hard a measly chore was for me. Dirty dishes and extra ingredients covered every inch of the counters in the kitchen. There was more food on the counters than there was in the pan I had on the stove. The omelette I was making didn't look entirely appetizing like Misaki's dishes did, but I knew that it was delicious.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned my head to see Misaki slowly walking downstairs with a towel around his head. He stared at his feet as he walked. Normally, he was one of those annoying morning people. I must have really upset him last night…

"Good morning," I called to him as cheerfully as I could.

"Morning…" he mumbled back as he finished coming down the stairs. He sounded upset.

He looked up and came into the kitchen. He stood beside me as I flipped the eggs in the pan. A cloud of grey smoke began to rise from the pan so I turned down the heat. He stared at the pan in awe.

"What are you making?"

I smiled and winked at him. "It's a surprise. Go sit down and I'll bring it to you. It's almost done."

He looked worried, but he went and sat down at the kitchen table. He didn't say anything I finished cooking. I couldn't help but admire the delicious giant omelette I had made. I rushed over to the table and set a plate in front of him as well as one in my spot. His eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Ta-da!" I said with showmanship. "Usami-sensei's Fluffy Omelette Special Deluxe!"

Misaki chuckled nervously and I went to go sit down. I watched him pick up his knife and cut into his fluffy eggs. His eyes were so wide. He must be so happy and appreciative that I did something for him! I was so happy that I wanted to kiss him right there and then, but I had to hold back. I didn't want to make him upset with me again. I wanted to give him so space to figure everything out first.

I grabbed my own chopsticks and said my prayers. I was interrupted before I could eat.

"Um, Usagi-san?" I looked up at the nervous teen in front of me. "I'm sorry for the hurtful things I said yesterday." He lowered his head. "I feel bad about it."

It took everything I had not to laugh. Here I was trying to apologize for rushing him last night, and he starts apologizing for speaking his mind. He is probably the most kind and considerate person I had ever met.

I reached my hand out to ruffle his hair. "It's okay." His hair felt soft and velvety between my fingers. He looked at me with sparkling eyes. "I mean, I made you cry in a different sense, after all."

His eyes narrowed, looking a little angry. I picked up my chopsticks again when the phone began to ring. Honestly, all I wanted to do was enjoy breakfast with my Misaki and this stuff has to happen?

"I'll get it," Misaki said as he stood up.

I put down my chopsticks once again, not wanting to eat until Misaki was back at the table. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to eavesdrop on the conversation. I knew it couldn't be Takahiro and it certainly couldn't be Aikawa-san. It was too early for Takahiro to call and Aikawa-san would just come to the house if she needed me.

"Oh, senpai! I'm really sorry about yesterday."

My heart skipped a beat and I jumped up from the table. Didn't that brat learn his lesson yesterday that Misaki is mine? And didn't Misaki realize that I didn't want him hanging out with that kid, let alone talk to him? I grabbed the phone cord and yanked it from the wall as Misaki talked, saying something about today being good. Yes, today will be good because I'll keep him away from that bastard.

"What?" He turned to me as I held the cord in my hand. "What are you doing?!" he screamed at me. "That's so immature!"

I went up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. I smiled as I spoke. "I don't want anyone else to interfere with the time that I have with you."

He blushed at my words but angrily began to walk back to the table. He picked up Suzuki-san from the couch and brought him to the table with him. He squeezed him as tight as he could, almost as if he was strangling him. But maybe I was just seeing things.

Misaki didn't speak with me for the next couple days, even as I drove him to and from school. Not even a little "Hello", or "Goodbye", or "Good morning". He still cooked for me and cleaning the penthouse. He even ate meals with me. However, he hardly looked me in the eyes. There were a few instances when I thought I saw him staring at me, but I highly doubt that was true.

On the one hand, it was good that he wasn't paying attention to me because it helped me concentrate more on my writing (God knows I don't need Aikawa-san beating down my door anymore). On the other hand, I felt like it was all my fault that he wasn't talking to me. Maybe he really wasn't attracted to me like I thought he was.

And then I had the nightmare again…

It had been a while since I had one. I knew they would come back though and I was half afraid to go to sleep. Luckily, just knowing that I had Misaki now made all the pain and trauma and memories disappear… until I remembered he was ignoring me. Then everything came back at once and nearly stopped my heart. I knew I had to make him happy with me again.

I had to make him fall in love with me.

Sorry it's a little short this time! I thought this would be a good place to end the chapter though. I'm pretty sure (not promising anything) that the next chapter will be longer and will be up soon!