A/N: This is my first attempt on writing shonen-ai fic. So I apologize if there's any misinformation below because it has been a few years since I last wrote my ff. =_="

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica and Junjou Terrorist...


He had always hated him

But…

As time moving on…

He was slowly falling…

Falling in love with him

To the point it suffocated him…


"Sensei, I love him!"

He still remembered of that incident a few days ago. He remembered how Miyagi had earnestly introduced him as his lover in front of his deceased sensei's grave. And somehow it left him felt touched and assumed that their relationship would progress next.

However, it did not go as what he had expected.

It did not progress even further as what he had assumed.

It was proved by how Miyagi had constantly back home late at night. 'Maybe he is regretting it…' The light-brown-haired boy shook his head furiously, shaking the thought off his mind. 'No, it should not be…' He continued to chop the cabbages to pieces – preparing dinner even though he knew that the older man would be back late.

Again, while frying the cabbages, his mind kept on having thoughts on how he should counter the problem. He wanted to know the tru-

Yes, he knew he was a bit selfish…

He knew he was a greedy brat…

But…

It was not wrong to hear it again from Miyagi to confirm one more time whether he made the right choice or not…

The thought made him paused for a moment then he scoffed. "The right choice or not?"

He continued his task at hand but this time not so gently. "From the start he had made the right decision. The decision to be responsible of me falling in love with him! Hmph!"

When he noticed that the stir-fried cabbage had turned into somewhat a nice colour, he turned off the stove and transferred them to a plate and served it on the table in the living room.

His mind unconsciously reeled back at the thought…

But…

The reason why Miyagi agreed to be responsible…

Isn't it because he forced him…

Shinobu felt a sharp tug inside his heart. 'Does that mean Miyagi is not willing since the beginning?'

He sat at the couch and turned on the television before him. However his mind kept on wandering on the thought again.

'I forced him to?' For some reason, he began to feel guilty.

No! He did not FORCE Miyagi, right?

Miyagi was the one who was willing to!

He threw his gaze out to the window and looked up at the white full moon that rose above the clouds.

But how far did he know Miyagi's feelings?

He felt his eyes began to water at the thought. He was about to wipe away the unshed tear when there was a sudden creak of the door being slowly opened by none other than the black-haired professor, who had his coat on his arm and his tie loosened. He seemed to be extremely exhausted and was about to step into the living room when he halted in his step.

There, in front of him, was the youth who kept on appearing in his mind from time to time. He glanced towards his wrist-watch and surprised to see that the boy was still up even though it was already so late.

"Why are you still awake by this hour?" Miyagi placed his coat and briefcase on the couch not far from Shinobu while unknotting his tie.

"And how about you? Where were you until this late at night?" The older man gulped at the words the brown-haired boy threw towards him.

"Well, I am an adult, so it is none of your business, brat." Miyagi turned his back to the now flaring Shinobu, unknown to him, and was about to stride to the bathroom when suddenly his briefcase came flying and smacked on his back. This made him halted and slowly turned his head to the boy who by now was as red as tomato, holding back his anger.

"What the-"

"Brat?! So I am still a brat in your eyes, then! Ha!" Shinobu let out a sad laugh then abruptly stopped. Miyagi was surprised to see the sudden change in his young lover.

"Shin-"

Shinobu covered his face with a hand and with his head hung low, he let out a choked sob. This made Miyagi's heart pained at the sight of him and was about to advance towards him, when Shinobu suddenly looked him in the eyes.

That look of his…

Miyagi gulped.

He did not like that look of his…

That sad look of his…

A sad smile plastered across the boy's face.

"Let's just…"