If Things Started Differently: Yo Miyagi, Misaki Takahashi arc

A/N: I've been thinking of doing something like this for awhile now but I really wasn't sure how it be accepted. I myself love the Junjou couples just as they are but I do like to think of things differently sometimes.


I'd lived with Usagi long enough to save up money for college. When Nii-chan moved back I'd went with him and Manami. My relationship with Usagi ended. I missed him sometimes, but I knew it had to be like this in order for him and Nii-chan to stay friends. Now I was going to school and making way better grades since I had more time to study. I talked with Usagi on the phone often. I could never tell if he wanted something more, but surprisingly I was over us being lovers and all for us being friends. Usagi was a great friend. Now we could even go out to dinner or just talk without the attachment a relationship brought.

Every time I smelled him it would bring up memories. He was my first love, my first everything. I'm glad it was him, but I think we both knew why things had to end. He had a career to uphold and I wasn't part of the equation. Our relationship had continued for awhile after I moved out, but it started to fizzle out. Whenever I would visit him we just talked and watched movies. Physical things stopped entering the equation and one day I just thought It's over, huh? When I voiced this to Usagi he just gave me a sad smile. It was the first time I'd seen him look that way. He said "I know you don't feel that way about me anymore." It broke my heart at first. How had I let the feelings I had slipped through the cracks? But I still told him "Don't worry Usagi-san I'll always love you even though it'll be different now."

I made my way to Professor Miyagi's office. I'd been called down earlier. I didn't know why. I stood outside the door with my hand raised to knock. "It's over between us!" Before I could move out of the way the door came swinging open and knocked me over with enough force to send me into the wall opposite. Someone ran out passed me, but I couldn't see who it was being that I couldn't see straight.


I'd arrived just in time to see one of my students get knocked out by a door. The door to my shared office with Miyagi. The blonde kid he'd been with for awhile now came running out like a demon was chasing him. Takahashi lay knocked out near the wall opposite from the door. "MIYAGI! What kind of crack house do you think this is?"

"What?" He sat on his desk looking tired.

"Come here jackass!" I pointed to Misaki. "Your little boy toy just knocked him out swinging the door open like it was a weapon." His face turned pale.

"Is he dead?" I never even considered that. I could see the small pool of blood under his head forming. We both looked at each other.

"Oi! Takahashi!" He didn't look up or answer. "You killed him!" Miyagi crouched down and checked his pulse. He sighed.

"His nose is bleeding." Miyagi jumped back when the tiny brunette sat up. There were tears in his huge green eyes.

"Ouch." He rubbed the back of his head. His books were scattered around the hallway. Students had started to gather. I looked up and saw Akihiko frozen not too far away. He'd probably seen the whole thing and was in shock.

"Misaki!" He ran over and kneeled next to him. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

"Bleeding?" He touched a hand to the front of his face. It came back red. "Jesus..." He passed out right there.


I sat in the infirmary with the injured student. I knew it was my fault. I felt really bad. I'd called Shinobu to end things between us. The more he pushed for a serious relationship the more I would shy away. Eventually he began to think I hated him. Things weren't working between us anymore. He was still young. He could fall in love again. I was 39 years old. I was done with love at this point.

I'd called Misaki down to discuss a scholarship. His grades had improved so greatly he was moving towards the top of his class. It wasn't without effort. I saw him in the library and the cafeteria, often with his face in a book. I finally asked another student who he was. And so I nominated him for his last year of school to be paid in full. Instead he was greeted by a door to the face.

I ended up talking to his brother while reporting about the injury. He seemed like a nice enough man and was very proud of his brother. I looked down at his peaceful face besides the bandaging on his nose. He was a cute kid.