Ryouma's POV:

I bowed down low in apology to the director. When I raised my head, all I saw was his disappointed face. This wasn't the first time this had happened either -- the last time was when I learned about Izumi's gender.

"Just take the day off..." the director sighed, "We'll give it another try tomorrow."

"A-alright..." I answered reluctantly. I sheepishly made my way back to where Shoni was standing.

"So?" She asked me nervously.

"I get the day off," I explained, "We get to try again tomorrow."

Shoni sighed in response. She picked up her bag and handed me my coat.

"I'll drive you home," she said, "Get some rest and don't screw up again tomorrow. You're a really good actor, Ryouma san, don't let your personal issues get the better if you."

"Okay," I agreed, pulling my coat on.

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Kuroi's POV:

My desk was piled high with papers. Saotome sensei must be really inspired right now, the work is just piling on. I should tell Izumi I'm working for Saotome sensei, but he'll probably be jealous. Speaking of which, there was definitely something strange about him today. I wonder what was wrong. Maybe some sort of lover's quarrel? Does Izumi even date? Oh well...

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Izumi's POV:

Why am I here?!... After my manga club meeting ended, I found myself walking to Ryouma's house. I don't even know when he'll be home! At least I can use his home phone to call him, at least then he won't be surprised to see me here.

I picked up his phone and began dialing his number. Wait... what is his number? Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever known his number. I sighed and sat down on his couch. Within minutes, I had found myself bored to death. Seriously, how much longer is he going to be?

I shut my eyes. I'm really tired. I hadn't noticed it before, but lately I've been exhausted. Manga drawing is serious business after all. A long, exaggerated yawn escaped my mouth and I cuddled up with a throw cushion. A little nap won't hurt.

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Ryouma's POV:

"Izumi..." I said shook the sleeping blonde's shoulder. Why is he even in my house? "Izumi~ wake up."

"Mmhh..." He opened his eyes a cracked and gazed at me with his adorable sleepy face, "Good morning," he yawned and sat up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, and quite reasonably. If I remember  correctly, I definitely tried to rape him, "Why aren't you at school?"

"Eh? School ended hours ago.. I came to visit you, but you weren't here," Izumi half mumbled due to his half asleep state.

"Right. I'm sorry. Do you want anything to drink?" I stood up and quickly fixed the pillows that Izumi had messed up.

"Tea please."

"Alright. I'll be right back," I said walking into the kitchen. I put the water on the stove to boil and leaned against the counter, contemplating everything that had just happened.

Izumi is in my house... willingly!! He just... showed up. Why?!?! Why is he here?! Is this some sort of weird twisted invitation? Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking like this.. he's said before he just wants to be friends. Baka, get your head together. It's not that big of a deal. I can handle this.

I nodded to myself and pulled out some mugs from the cupboard.