Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica

Misaki: That's a shocker

Me: Shut up, I'm too tired to fight

Misaki: Why?

Me: Because you and Nowaki won't stop pestering me about damn disclaimers!

Misaki: Oh…well, if you said them more often then we wouldn't have to keep bugging you.

Me: I'm starting the story now.

Usagi-san: Time for you to lose your inhibitions

Misaki: And time for you to turn into a failing college student

Usagi-san: We should never speak of this again.

Misaki: Yes, definitely

Me: Aaaaanyway, I have to tell you guys right now, Aikawa and Sumi are switched. So you'll meet both of them relatively soon but I just wanted to tell you now so you don't get confused later…well, you'll be confused but now you won't think I'm just pulling this out of my ass.

Misaki: Lovely, Chey-chan.

Me: Isn't it just?

Chapter 4 (*sigh* still Romantica)

Akihiko dragged himself out of the surprisingly large car that Takahashi-Sensei owned. Dragged being the operative word. "Wh-where the hell did you get your license?" he gasped as he used the car door to hold himself upright, his legs trembling with fear. The guy drove like a madman.

"Mm, wouldn't you like to know?" Akihiko grimaced. How the hell did everything that man said come out sounding dirty?

"I'd rather not."

Misaki nodded and gave him a small smile. "Call me when you're done and I'll come pick you up."

"Thanks."

"And have a great day!"

Akihiko flushed a little bit and hurried into the courtyard.

Where everyone was staring at him in shock. What's going on? He made his way to his first class in one of the lecture halls without being jostled or even touched once. For some reason he found that irritating rather than nice. As he walked up the large steps, he contemplated what exactly had caused this situation. He was so caught up in this train of thought that he missed a step and went plummeting forward into the two steps with a resounding thunk.

What is this? Is it some kind of karma that gets me before I've done something wrong? He heaved himself up a bit to collect up the books that had gone flying when he fell. Then one of the books appeared just in front of his face. He looked up to see a young woman frowning rather hard.

"Thank you," he said, taking the book.

She cracked a smile, suddenly, and said, "Come sit with me."

Akihiko hesitated for all of a second before following. It wasn't that he didn't want to sit next to the girl. He was just wondering if this girl would cause everyone to start talking to him. Some conversation with others was fine, but he did have his antisocial habits that made him want others to leave him alone for the most part.

"So, you're a freshman, right? What's your major?"

"Um, Economics."

"Interesting. Me too. But I'm really more interested in editing."

"Oh? Editing as books?"

"Yeah, oh, I'm Aikawa Eiri, by the way. What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Usami Akihiko. Nice to meet you."

"Oh." She looked crestfallen. "I thought you were a Takahashi."

Akihiko twitched. "No, I'm not."

They sat in awkward silence for all of five minutes before Aikawa said, "So, about that guy you were with; the one who dropped you off…."

Akihiko twitched again. "What about him?"

"Was that really the manga artist Takahashi Misaki-Sensei?"

He twitched a third time as everything clicked into place. It was because he'd been dropped off by a celebrity. It was all sensei's fault! Damn him. He sighed and nodded dully. He jerked when Aikawa actually squeed. He just barely managed not to lean back from this strange girl. "Oh my God," she very nearly screeched. Akihiko winced as she went on. "I love Takahashi-Sensei! His drawings are so beautiful! So passionate!"

There was another brief silence before she asked, "So are you two a couple then?"

Akihiko flushed scarlet. "Of course not!"

"Oh, well that's what everyone is wondering. I mean, he did drop you off and there is this aura around you that screams 'I'm with this guy!'"

"I think it's the other way around," he muttered darkly. "Oh, so you are together."

"No, no, we are not."

"Fine, kill my fun."

Akihiko decided that he really wanted to melt into the floor right then.

Akihiko was sure she would have gone on longer if the teacher hadn't come in. "Good morning class. My name is Takatsuki Shinobu. Welcome to Classic Literature. That said, you are here to learn about classical literature. You are not here to send text messages, send emails, or converse with your fellow students. So please sit down, be quiet and pay attention."

Hmm, this sounds like a fun class…

…

At the end of the day, Akihiko was ready to drop out. Except for Aikawa-Senpai, and one of his friends from high school, whom he bumped into, leaving the lecture hall, no one else talked to him. He walked out to the road, planning to walk home rather than draw even more attention to himself…

Unfortunately, that did not work out. Sensei was parked outside waiting for him. He sighed and pulled open the door. "How was your day?" Misaki asked lightly.

"Fine." He said dully.

"Tell me about it."

"Well, there was this really nice girl who's my Senpai and she says she'll be able to get me a job bartending or something."

"You don't need to do that. I can pay for your needs."

Akihiko flinched. "I don't need your charity. I don't need anything from you…apart from a place to stay." He hated even admitting that.

"Besides, you need to focus on studying Mr. Wait List Acceptant." Akihiko glowered at the window, not wanting to look at Misaki-Sensei. "And Haruhiko is the one footing the bill for all this. You don't want to have to retake a class because you were too busy with work, do you?"

Akihiko refused to look away from the window, so he missed Misaki's satisfied smirk.

Me: I do apologize for the lateness of this update. I had writer's block—which was a total bitch and then I had computer viruses. But stuff is recovering and my muse is still a little drugged out and useless, but she managed to drag this out of me, so I hope you like it and—

Usagi-san: *to Misaki* Is she still making excuses?

Misaki: Yup.

Usagi-san: Figures.

Misaki: It does.

Me: Shut up! You guys are so mean to me. *sobs*

Usagi-san: Save your tears.

Me: Meanie pants! Hmph. Anyone who's not a meanie pants should review please.

Thanks for reading:)