Misaki was awakened by a slight peck on the cheek. "Good Morning...Hiro-san." Misaki's eyes fluttered open by the unfamiliar name being called out to him. "Hiro-san? Who's that?", Misaki said to himself. "Usagi-san, your voice sounds weird." Misaki turned about to face the taller man, saying that sentence in his head. His tired eyes were now wide awake in disbelief which were now fixated on a man with deep, ocean-blue eyes with hair as dark as the night itself. "No way! That definitely isn't Usagi-san! What the hell is going on? Where am I? why am I alone in bed with Kamijou-sensei's lover?"
Silence.
Nowaki asked in wonder, "Hiro-san, is something the matter?...Your face, it's-"
"AWWW NOOO SHIT- Please tell me this is all a bad dream, and you're not really here!", Misaki interrupted the tall man with a scream.
Nowaki has the worried look on his face. "Hiro-san, are you feeling okay?"
Misaki leaped out of the bed to the floor followed by a blanket. "Does it look like I'm okay? And don't call me that, that's not my name! ...Ow- My ass…pain!" Nowaki's worry shifted into sad "But why Hiro-san, tell me what's wrong and I'll make it better-."
Misaki flinched at the sight of the frowning man. He always seemed happy till now. Misaki didn't know what to say. "Um no, you didn't do anything wrong." At least I think you didn't. Nowaki was now wide eyed with confusion. "Then why did you shout?"
"Umm…" Misaki couldn't say anything. He looked up at the taller man who had a goofy blank expression on his face. "What~?", Misaki said in annoyance. "Hiro-san-" "That's not my name.", Misaki interrupted. "Yes, I know. Your name is Kamijou Hiroki, but I call you 'Hiro-san'." Misaki was puzzled. "Wha- No! My name is Misaki, Takahashi Misaki!"
The taller man blinked, "Hiro-san, did you hit your head on the headboard last-night? Maybe I should take you to work with me.
"My head feels fine! What I don't get is why you keep calling me Hirrr-" Misaki's eyes drew their attention to the mirror at the corner of the room.
At first, he thought it was his imagination. Misaki scrambled over to the mirror, he didn't hear the taller man giggle at his actions, he was focusing on the man who was staring back at him in the mirror.
The short uke couldn't believe his eyes! He was staring into the eyes of the Devil himself! Cinnamon eyes and everything. And did he just notice now that both men in the room were completely naked?
"What the- How did I- And when did you- Where are my- How long-?... Ugh." Misaki fainted.