A/N Here is Chapter 8 for you all!

Enjoy (:

The next morning came slowly, with the orange sunlight creeping between the openings in the blinds on the window. The faint sound of birds chirping merrily could be heard, completing the awe of dawn. Akihiko shifted slightly in his sleep with a small grunt. Waking up without yet opening his eyes, he stretched and brought a hand to his eye to rub it as he did so. He let out a large yawn and wrapped his arm around the soft delicacy next to him.

"Good morning, Misaki," he said in a tired voice. When the room was utterly silent, he peeked an eye open. "Misaki?"

But, no Misaki. Only a Suzuki-san sleeping in the bed with him. Being the pessimist he was, Akihiko automatically sprang up out of bed in fear.

Oh God, did he run away?

Did he see something he didn't approve of while I was sleeping and take off?

Or did he just not want to cause me trouble? Oh God...

He threw on a robe and hurried out the bedroom door. He made a screechy stop at the top of the stairs. He took a deep breath as he calmed down when he saw Misaki standing in the kitchen, cooking. He walked down the stairs and approached the young boy.

"Misaki?"

Misaki flinched, startled to hear Akihiko before he had planned.

Misaki spun around, hands behind his back. "Ahhah.. good morning, Usagi."

"What are you doing?"

"Well..." Misaki began rocking back and forth in his feet shyly. "You were so kind to me last night, I wanted to do something nice for you..."

Akihiko blinked a few times, but smiled when he understood. He have a small nod, and sat down at the dining table with a newspaper. Misaki went back to his culinary task, determined to cook the best breakfast he had ever made. He picked up the cooking skills from cooking for Takahiro and his guests. He developed superior skill at it, even a liking to it. He knew this, and wanted to use the only talent he knew had to make Akihiko happy.

About thirty minutes later, Misaki began to lay his creations out on the table. Akihiko put the newspaper down, and gazed upon the delicate wonders. Misaki had conjured up the perfect Japanese breakfast; pickled vegetables, daikon and tofu boiled in oden broth, bowl with various vegetables, bowl of rice okayu porridge with a pickled umeboshi on top, fried eggs, a pitcher of tea and a pitcher of water, and miso soup.

"Misaki..." Akihiko said, amazement evident in his voice.

"Does it look good? I think I accidentally burned one side of the eggs... b-b-but it should be fine I mean it'll still taste the same. I probably should have asked what foods you liked before I cooked, but I figured you wouldn't have the food if you didn't like it, a-and I just hope you like it because I worked hard to make it... but if you don't, I could make something else for you..." Misaki stuttered nervously.

Akihiko tilted his head. Misaki continued to speak out for and against himself, occasionally stumbling and retracting, his blush forming and becoming more intense.

Misaki is worried about what I'll think of his cooking?

Akihiko's heart was touched by Misaki's poignancy. He was overwhelmed by the innocent sweetness that seemed to be pouring from Misaki at his feet. A wide grin spread across his face as he eyed Misaki.

"Also, sorry if I put a little too much salt in the soup, I could make some more if it's no good. Also the vegetables weren't as fresh as they could have been, but that couldn't be helped, so I prepared them as best as I good, so I hope you still like them-"

Misaki was silenced when Akihiko's lips suddenly met his. His eyes shot wide open when he realized what was happening. Akihiko was... kissing him! He should've been bothered by it, but in that moment he felt himself feeling... loved. He gave into the kiss as his eyes fluttered shut, and Akihiko pulled him slightly closer by the waist.

Akihiko knew this was a dangerous- and rather stupid- move, but he couldn't help himself. No one had ever shown Akihiko this amount of kindness, no one. At least not this amount all at once. And apart from that, the way Misaki tried to vocalize his thoughts was just too enticing. And the way Misaki looked, he was already an adorable mess from that oversized fluff he was wearing, and on top of that, as a result of cooking so much food, his face was decorated with small splotches of various ingredients. There was no way anyone- no matter who they were- in their right mind could keep their hands off of this boy. Akihiko was pleased when he realized Misaki had responded to the kiss, but nevertheless, pulled away before it got too passionate.

They looked at each other, both a little surprised at what had just happened. Misaki did not gaze upon Akihiko with contempt, but rather in a state of awe. However, Akihiko was unable to read the teen's mind this time.

"I'm sorry, Misaki," Akihiko said, taking a few steps back. He knew it would be a mistake to kiss him, but he didn't think about how big of a mistake it would be until after he did it.

Damn it... why can't I just keep my hands off of him?

Akihiko scolded himself in his mind, but all curses were long forgotten when he felt a cute pair of lips kiss him on the cheek. Misaki had stood up on his tippy-toes to deliver the small act of affection, seeing the evident concern in Akihiko's eyes.

Misaki came back down to the ground, smiling a little at him. "It's okay," he said.

The generous gesture was enough to drive Akihiko wild. He wanted nothing more than to take the boy right then and there- but Misaki's comfort and well-being came first.

"Well..." Akihiko cleared his throat. "Let's eat before it gets cold."

Misaki gave a small nod, and sat down across the table from Akihiko.

"Itadakimasu," they both said, and dug in.

"This is very delicious Misaki," Akihiko commented with his mouth full. "Thank you so much."

"Really?" Misaki perked up, pleased to find that he had satisfied Akihiko. Realizing he had been acting childish, he leaned his head back down and spoke quietly. "Well.. y-you're welcome." They both continued to eat the delicious meal Misaki had prepared.

What's happening to me? Misaki thought.

I feel so happy... but at the same time...

...I don't want to let my guard down.

A/N I know this chapter was short, and boring, but I don't want to rush their relationship too much.

I also didn't want to keep you guys waiting too long! It's not much, but.. *cue 'It's Something' meme*

And yes, I had to look up traditional Japanese breakfast items.

As if I know those on my own accord. 8D

aubreyabraham: I'm sure Akihiko was more than welcome to oblige! (:

Little0Tsundere: Thank you so much! And I'm glad you see it that way, because that's exactly what I'm aiming for!

Primordium: Yes, it would have been smart to call the cops, wouldn't it? XD But unfortunately, I couldn't make Akihiko that smart, because I wanted Misaki to suffer. (Not that I like making him suffer! I love little Misaki.. I just wanted him to have a harsh background for the sake of angsty adoration. :3)

SuzukiChiyeko:Misaki is very confused. Especially after this chapter. XD But maaaaybe.. he'll be able to properly sort out his feelings for Akihiko later on ;)

Arigatou, mi'na!

-Tiny