//I'm updating more for a day late update.Tomorrow, I'm posting a 20 Facts about me becuase I was nominated by Goldenunderwear \\

Fushimi's POV

I stared off at the place Misaki was just standing.

'I can't believe he just openly agreed to going with Suoh and joining a gang he doesn't even know about just to get revenge on me........D-doesn't that mean.........

Misaki hates me?'

I slightly opened my eyes in shock but quickly covered it up.

'No, no, he couldn't hate me........but, he might because of the way I acted towards him.'I thought, waving a dismissive hand at Scepter 4, telling them they could leave.

I slowly shuffled towards my dorm room.

'This sucks.But, he can't sleep in the same room as HOMORA since he didn't ask for a transfer.So, that means I'm safe for a while.Maybe, I should actually enjoy this time with Misaki.'I thought, heaving a sigh and falling back onto my bed.

'I'm actually surprised.Miskai looks so innocent and cute at first but then, when he gets irritated or angry, it's like his personality shifts.'I thought, pulling out my phone again.

I pulled up my pictures and clicked on one, the hologramed picture looking realistic.

It was the picture of Misaki.

It's just so odd, I feel attached to him some how.Like, he's my responsibility, like I have to protect him and not make him upset.

As if we were lovers.

I shook my head and sighed, turning off my phone, the hologram of Misaki fading.

Suddenly, the door burst open, with a dripping wet Misaki in the opening.

He didn't look that mad, more sad and disappointment and maybe............determination?

Misaki had his shirt he took off earlier in his right hand and placed it on the end of his bed.Then, he took off his sopping wet pants, forcing me to look away with a blush.

'What the hell? Am I gay? No, I can't be, I've been in love with girls and played on them, I like girls, not guys, I'm NOT gay.And even if I was, I DEFIANTLY wouldn't and couldn't be in love with Misaki, he's my entertainment till he breaks and leaves, like all my toys do.'I thought, looking back to see Misaki's bare chest.

And then, and only then, did I realize that, in color sharpie, was the HOMORA gang sign.

"What is that?"I growled, making him flinch, instantly making me feel bad but I didn't show it.

"The HOMORA sign.They said they don't do tattoo's cuz it coast too much so they do sharpies. Izumo Kusanagi is really good with his hands and he's the one who drew the symbol on my chest."Misaki said, unaware that what he said was a turn-on.

I flushed.'Good with his hands? God Misaki! Don't get too descriptive!!!'I thought, staring at the blue wall in front of me in embarrassment.

"Get out."I muttered.

"Huh?"Misaki asked, tilting his head all cutely and innocent.

"I said get out, damnit!!!"I shouted.

He frowned, furrowing his eyes, and left, letting the door slam really loud.

My redness started to settle down.

'Maybe I can sleep off these wearied feels.'I thought, sighing and taking off my glasses, placing them on the desk.

The last thing before closing my drooping eyes was the time.And it was 22:43 pm.(10:43 pm)

Misaki's POV

"That damn monkey! He won't break me so easily!"I shouted, causing the remainder of kids still awake on campus to stare at me.

"Hey there, rookie.What'cha shouting for?"Izumo asked, walking up to me.

Izumo was the HOMORA member who draws the symbol with sharpie.He wears square glasses that frame his face.Izumo always has a cigarette in his mouth, even if it's not lit, along with a lighter in his pocket.He has a dirty blond mop of hair that doesn't seem to ever get messy, and a white button up long sleeve shirt with a grayish/ black vest.

"Oh, Im just thinking of a plan of getting Fishumi back for getting me soaked."I replied.

"I know what he's afraid of."Izumo said.

"Really?!"I shouted excitedly.

Izumo nodded and started whispering the information in my ear

I turne bright red once he said what it was Fushimi was afraid of.

"Okay?"Izumo said, stepping back.

"A-Are you positive he's afraid of t-that?!"I shouted, my face still a blushing mess.

Izumo nodded, smiling.

"First, thought, we need to find a place for you to sleep, you don't want to sleep in the same room as Fushimi, do you?" Izumo asked, lighting his cigarette with his silver lighter.

He was right, though.It was pitch black out, besides his figure which was barely illuminated by the cigarette in his mouth.

I heaved a sigh."Sorry, but no."I whispered in reply, rubbing the back of my neck.

'No way in hell would I tell anyone that I feel attached to Fushimi for some reason!'I screamed at myself.

Izumo only shrugged with his hands in his pockets and the cigarette hanging out his mouth.

"Suit it yourself, rookie."Izumo said, walking past me.

As he did, he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and ruffled my hair.

"Oi! I'm not a rookie!!!"I shouted, swatting his hand away, though he seemed unfazed.

"To HOMORA, you are.Night, rookie, see ya tomorrow.I'll lend you the 'stuff' tomorrow to get back at Fushimi."Izumo said, walking away.

With that,I left the now empty and dark campus to head to my dorm room.

Once I got there, I saw that Fushimi was asleep, causing me to remember what Izumo said was his weakness and I blushed for the millionth time that day.

'What am I, a teenage girl?!'I shouted at myself, rushing over to my bed and yanking the covers over me, getting situated.

I fell into a darkness, only to be pulled back after what felt like minutes what was actually hours.

It was Fushimi.

And his lips were pressed against mine.

//How's that for an update? A little late but, I tried my best.Life is hectic, I say.I'll update again Around Friday or Saturday.\\