A Terrorist Attack
Hello! This is just a quick little note before we get started! I made this story out of curiosity of what might have happened if Miyagi had indeed kissed Hiroki in the office after Hiroki started crying. Like how it would affect both of their canon relationships, how they would turn out, etc. So basically, this is a little experiment on my part ^^
Thank you for reading!
Miyagi silenced Hiroki by sealing the smaller man's lips with his own. He watched as Hiroki's eyes widened, and he moaned in surprise, allowing Miyagi to slip his tongue into his mouth. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Miyagi slid his gaze over a tall, dark-haired man.
"H-Hiro-san!" he shrieked, his face contorting in rage. He threw himself at Miyagi with a fist raised, ready to knock him straight into unconsciousness when—
"Nowaki, stop!" Hiroki cried, slamming the table at his side with the palm of his hand. "Nowaki" immediately froze. "Get out, Nowaki. I already said…we're done."
Nowaki stared at the shorter man with his jaw dropped, and Miyagi couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the kid. "B-but Hiro-san…you're not serious, are you…?" he asked, though it sounded more like a rhetorical question than anything else. "No! I can't have that, Hiro-san! I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you go that easily!"
Hiroki sighed loudly, not looking at the kid. "I don't want this anymore, Nowaki. I'm just…so confused, and I don't want to be involved in anything…"
Miyagi flinched as Nowaki clenched both of his fists. "So you don't want to be in a relationship, but you'll let this man hang all over you?" he protested, gesturing towards Miyagi. The man in question held up his hands, as if to say, "Calm down, kid."
But if this was Hiroki's lover, I guess it'd be wrong to tell him to calm down.
Hiroki screwed his eyes shut, not lifting his head. "Professor Miyagi is a completely different matter. He's my coworker."
Nowaki didn't back down. "So if I became your coworker, it'd be the same thing, right?"
Hiroki shook his head slowly. He looked like he was about to cry again. "No, it's not just the coworker part…we're just…we've been doing that for a while. I mean, making fun of each other…and…well, he's not being serious. He just saw me that way and…"
"You're not even making sense now, Hiro-san!" Nowaki cut in. "Please, don't do this…"
Hiroki still didn't look up. "I'm sorry, Nowaki. Please leave."
After a few minutes of utterly unbearable silence, Nowaki left the room. Miyagi didn't dare say anything to Hiroki. He didn't know what that man was thinking, at this point. He quickly picked up his bag and prepared to leave.
"Miyagi…" Hiroki said suddenly, breaking the silence. Miyagi froze. Was he about to get physically abused? He prepared himself to dodge random flying missiles when Hiroki continued tentatively, "That was a joke, right?"
Miyagi coughed in surprise. "A—a joke?" he repeated. When he thought about the consequences of his truthful answer, he decided to just go with it. "No, that wasn't a joke. I'm serious, Hiroki. And all the other times I've 'joked' with you…those weren't entirely for the sake of humor, either."
When Hiroki didn't reply to that, Miyagi made his way out the door. He left feeling anxious, confused, and a little nauseous.
When he arrived in the office the next day, Hiroki was sitting down at his own desk, sifting through loose papers. He looked troubled and tired, so Miyagi refrained from cracking a joke that might or might not make his coworker uncomfortable.
Damn, this mood is no good. I have to say something, at least greet him.
"Good morning," Miyagi finally said, thanking any god that he didn't stutter.
"G-good morning, Professor Miyagi…" Hiroki replied, pausing from his work.
Crap, what do I say now? Did I just make things worse?
"Well you look awful busy," Miyagi commented lamely. He hoped sarcasm would lift the mood.
"Yeah, well. I finished all my crap yesterday, so I don't have much to do in terms of paperwork. I'm just flipping through this week's lesson plans." He paused. "Do you have a lot of work to do? I can help you with it…"
Miyagi raised an eyebrow. Since when did Hiroki offer to help him with his paperwork?
"Nah, I'm not that backed up." Since I confessed to him, perhaps?
Miyagi wanted to sigh. Had he really just gone and screwed everything up? He didn't think Hiroki would get this flustered over something like this. To be perfectly honest, he preferred how their relationship was before yesterday: just simply teasing each other, making Hiroki flustered for a small while before everything reverted back to normal. It would always go back to normal. But now Miyagi was venturing into unknown territory, and he was completely clueless.
"Well, I've gotta get to class," Hiroki announced, getting up and heading for the door. "At least I'll be on time for my lecture today."
"Have fun," Miyagi replied, wincing at the sound of the door slamming behind Hiroki.
What the hell have I just done?
Soooo…sorry if there was OOCness…I haven't seemed to watch Egoist and Terrorist as much as I've watched Romantica. Hopefully I'll get better, and tips on behavior are greatly appreciated. If there was little to no OOCness, thank God, but I doubt it.
I think I got off to a rather short start, since I usually write longer opening chapters. Well, I prefer writing longer opening chapters. But I'm frick tired right now. (Gomen!)
So…thanks for reading! I won't be updating this regularly since I'm finishing up another story, but when I'm done I'll probably start updating this weekly. If I don't drop off the face of the earth for three weeks. Haha…
Hmm…I'll use a different catchphrase for this story until I do indeed start updating regularly.