So yeah... 8th grade is very overwhelming. Is that a good excuse for being so inactive? Hahah

Misaki's eyes opened slowly, the pitch black room flooded his pupils with darkness. Misaki's head looked to his left and the bight red lights of the alarm clocked blinked 2:32 AM brightly. He sat up slowly and saw the door to the bedroom cracked open just slightly. His legs swung over the side of the bed with a woosh and his socked feet met the floor gently. The wooden floors were clean and slippery from Misaki's ability to detect and clean any mess in no time. If you weren't being careful enough, anyone could easily slip.

Misaki started to walk to the door, powering through the extreme lethargic feeling coursing through him. As he opened the door only a small squeak came from its aging hinges. The door next to the bedroom was Akihiko's office. Misaki peeked into the office wondering if the man was working. As the Misaki's eyes adjust to the bright light inside the room, his sight was met with the man he was looking for. Akihiko was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. Misaki frowned, he didn't know if the man was distressed from the scene that occurred only hours before or if he was somehow pressured by his work. Misaki immediately knew that it was the first reason.

Misaki moved away from the door quickly but quietly and made his way towards the bathroom. He shut and locked the door with a almost inaudible click. Turning the lights on a low dim, he carefully pulled the scale from under the sink and set it down in front of him. Misaki stepped on it, not bothering to take off his clothes.

109 lbs the scale read, Misaki had lost 8 lbs already. The boy was slightly pleased with the fast change but not pleased enough. He slipped his hands underneath his night clothes. He caressed his ribs and soft tummy, most of the weight he had lost was taken from his legs.

Misaki turned towards the new mirror Akihiko had quickly installed. His legs no longer touched anywhere besides his knees. A small smile broke out on the teens face, a smile mixed with evil ideas yet pleasing results. He would do this once he woke up.

Misaki walked back to the bedroom quietly, making sure he didn't leave any traces of his waking behind. He opened the bedroom door slowly and slipped inside. When he turned around he saw Akihiko sitting in bed shirtless, face resting on hand.

"Where'd you go," Akihiko spoke with his liquid voice that had a slight groggy effect to it.

"Just the bathroom." Misaki replied as he slowly inched his way towards the bed. He lifted the grey sheets and slipped under them. His back was towards Akihiko's face, the man frowned slightly. His arms reached out and grabbed the boy gently. Akihiko pulled him to his chest and breathed in Misaki's scent of strawberries and a lingering sweetness deeply.

Akihiko felt Misaki tense for a second, then relax into his embrace. The man rubbed Misaki's thigh and hip sensually. He stopped abruptly for a second after a few rubs.

"What's wrong?" Misaki whispered.

"You just feel... different?" Akihiko said.

Akihiko felt Misaki tense once more and his heart sped up noticeably.

"Almost thinner."

"I-I'm just trying to be healthier, ya know?" Misaki tried to hide his nervousness but a stutter broke through. Akihiko didn't catch it and continued.

"Misaki, you're already very healthy, what more could you do?"

"I don't know... It's really late. You should get to sleep." Misaki wanted that conversation to end now.

Akihiko kissed Misaki on the nape of his neck. Misaki curled inwards with a small sigh, his fists clenched the soft sheets. Akihiko continued to lap Misaki's neck gently, small whimpers escaped the boy's lips.

"Usagi-San... Stop it."

Akihiko kissed him one last time before stopping without another word. The two fell asleep in each other's arms peacefully.

...

Misaki woke up sweaty, being underneath the covers and wrapped up in a large mans arms wasn't exactly cooling. He lifted the arm draped over his chest slowly, careful not to wake the older man. Once he had slipped out of bed he walked to his old room that held all his clothes and belongings.

Once inside, Misaki opened drawers and closets searching for an outfit he could look slightly presentable in. He didn't necessarily own any ugly clothes but putting things together weren't his strong suit. (You don't say.)

Misaki decided on a pair of tan khakis and his blue sweater vest with a white shirt under it. He walked down the stairs and grabbed his wallet off the counter swiftly. He stopped and eyed the kitchen as his stomach growled loudly. He shook his head softly and grabbed a piece of notebook paper. He wrote a note for Akihiko if he woke up before Misaki got back

Usagi-San,

I'm running to the store to pick up some things. I'll be back soon.

~ Misaki T.

Misaki closed the door to the apartment gently so it wouldn't slam. He hopped on the elevator and pressed the L button. On the silent stroll down the elevator Misaki thought about what he was doing silently to himself. It was only a tool to speed up the process of dropping pounds. What harm could it do? Everyone has used pills at least once in their life.

...

Misaki roamed the aisles of the local drugstore back and forth. He finally decided on two brands. He shoved them into the green plastic basket he carried and made his way to the cash register. Setting them on the counter, Misaki didn't notice the strange yet concerned look the man checking out his items gave him. The man hesitantly scanned the bottle of diet pills and box of laxatives.

"Would you like these in a bag?" The man asked quietly.

"Yes, please." Misaki replied. "Have a nice day."

Walking out the automatic doors, MIsaki sped walked back to the apartment. He was awfully hungry and wanted to down these pills already.

...

Once inside, Misaki heard that the house was still quiet. He assumed Akihiko was still asleep. He took the drugs out o the plastic bag and carried them up the stairs. He decided he should put them in his sock drawer with the notebook he had moved. Piling a few pairs of the white cloth over them, he made sure the items were undetectable at first glance.

Misaki took out a pill before covering the bottle and looked at it carefully. He walked down the stairs for a glass of water to down it with. In mid swallow he was startled by a sudden voice.

"Misaki? What are you doing?"

Misaki choked on the water, he fortunately swallowed the pill already. He coughed a few times before answering.

"I had a headache, so I'm taking some medicine... Good morning."

Misaki was starting to be disgusted with how easy it was to lie now. A liar wasn't the type of person Misaki planned to be.

"Good morning..." AKihiko replied speculatively.