Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica, for that honor belongs to the very creative manga-ka Nakamura Shungiku, Kadakawa Publishing and Studio Deen.

Chapter One: The Wishing Well

The last bell rung for the day at Mitsuhashi University, finally, for he had grown more and more irritable

listening to the moaning and groaning of his students about the weather, it was ninety some degrees with a high humidity percentage. Usually the school would at least be cooled, at least a little, by the cooling system, however earlier that afternoon it had broken down and maintenance still had as yet to fix it.

It appeared that summer was just going to be one hellish day after another, though he'd heard the mutterings of some of his errant students about just how well the demon teacher fit with the temperature of the season.

Hiroki didn't think it fit him at all, it only made him more irritable as beads of perspiration trickled down from his hairline over his forehead and down the back of his neck. For once, even he had wanted classes to be over for the day. It was too damn hot and humid for even him!

As his students ushered out of the room, he sighed heavily, leaning back against the front desk to gaze at the board on which he had writ. He'd already told them earlier that weekends assignment, when he'd become particularly irate and had shouted at them.

"Shut up! Do you have no respect for literature!? This weekends assignment, due first thing Monday will be a thousand word essay on the early Taisho period!"

He hadn't, for once, going to be giving them homework as it was going to be a scorcher for the next few days, but those who did not show respect for literature, or their professor didn't deserve to have a lightened load.

How then would he explain to Nowaki that he was cold later, after their date?

Shaking his head, he stood straight and walked to the board and picked up an eraser to erase what he could on the board, before gathering his papers into his black briefcase and proceeding to leave.

As he neared the office space he shared with his colleague, Miyagi Yo, he caught sight of someone who shouldn't have been there.

Cinnamon red eyes darted around, before approaching the big idiot, whom he'd told time and time again, not to visit his work place so nonchalantly. He didn't care for the students to know, but neither did he want to deal with the tense atmosphere whenever Nowaki got around his superior, even if that superior was often times quite childish.

"Nowaki! What are you doing here!? He questioned beneath his breath, gritting his teeth as he scowled up at him, close enough to where if there had been any prying ears, they might well not have heard anything at all.

Even though he was upset, and he was certain Nowaki had to realize that, the younger man cast a sunny smile down at him.

"Hiro-san!"

The corner of one brow twitched, at times it was difficult to stay angry with his lover of eight, going on nine years. Especially when he smiled at him like that, especially when he called his name like that.

However, he was sure that was Nowaki's intentions, that by now he knew it, but even so! That did not mean that Nowaki could just saunter into the building without at least informing him first of his intent, least they be caught and found suspicious by the students or the rest of the staff outside of Professor Miyagi.

Before he could snap at Nowaki, speak, or even think of the devil and he shall appear. The door to the office opened and out stepped none other than his superior, Miyagi Yo.

Miyagi blinked as he came to a halt just inside the door, for their were two individuals blocking his departure.

Hiroki knew that look too well, that all too knowing smile.

"Ah, Kamijou! Flirting at work?"

Hiroki and Nowaki both cast glaring eyes toward him and watched as he lifted his hand, one holding a briefcase in it to ward off any potential attack with a nervous laugh.

"You're one to talk Professor!" Exclaimed Hiroki, catching sight of a sandy head of hair behind Miyagi and a flash of hands buttoning up a white shirt.

Miyagi's eyes widened, "Kami~jo~u! It's not what you think."

"Can it," spoke the irate youth from behind Miyagi, once he'd straightened up his clothes, "it's exactly what he thinks. Now lets go before he gets any ideas."

Both Miyagi and Hiroki sputtered, Hiroki, because he was happy with Nowaki and did not wish to have Miyagi. Sure there had been that time he might have succumbed to his advances, when he'd been in need of comfort, or maybe Miyagi had noticed Nowaki's approach and had decided to help in his usual teasing way. He'd prefer not to dwell longer on it, just in the off-chance that he was far from correct in his own assumptions.

Nowaki on the other hand seemed to be quite confused.

The chestnut brunette blinked as he and Nowaki watched the youngest of the four among them, take hold of Miyagi's hand and usher him toward the exit of the building, one where there were stairs to guide them down and out to the parking area where Miyagi had lately been placing his pale lavender car. Hiroki concluded now, that was so that he and the Dean's brat could abscond together.

Running a hand through his shoulder length hair he glanced up at Nowaki, "I just have to get a couple things from the office and then we can leave."

He watched as Nowaki tilted his head, his eyes shutting briefly as he smiled warmly down at him.

Expelling a sigh, he shook his own head and quickly organized his desk and took the papers and books that were necessary for grading papers and planning Monday's classes over the weekend.

He did not glance in his lovers direction, not wishing, if there still remained any lingering staff members or students to find them suspicious for whatever reason. Really, he didn't want the whole world to know that he was gay, though he knew that without doubt, Nowaki wouldn't care if the whole Universe were to know how close they were and exactly how. Though he was certain Nowaki wouldn't go into too much detail, for he knew that the big oaf was just as territorial and as jealous as he when it came to others even daring to place a finger on their beloved.

Finally though, once they had quietly left the building and were blocks away from the campus and headed toward the train station, in an area where few if any people lingered about, they slowly took a hold of each others hand.

Hiroki looked up questioningly at Nowaki, when he halted them. "Nowaki?"

He basked in the warmth of that smile, even if he would have preferred that Nowaki wait till they were at home before getting so intimate.

As Nowaki remained silent, his own ire grew and soon he tugged his hand out of Nowaki's and grumbled, "What is it?" He ground out beneath his gritted teeth.

Blinking, the brunette watched as the dark haired man pointed in the direction of the areas newest feature, a wishing well. "Hiro-san, lets go make a wish."

Hiroki glowered at him, "No! There's no point in wasting any money, even simple change on something like that. No one's wish ever comes true, just because they wish it. It takes hard work to ascertain what it is they're after!"

He was however taken aback by the soulful blue of Nowaki's eyes, watching as that smile dropped. The sneaky bastard! His eyes turned away, not quite able to meet Nowaki's eyes as he said gruffly, "I guess, it wouldn't be so bad, the money is usually collected for sick kids isn't it?"

Nowaki's smile quickly returned and Hiroki, even though he backed away and tried to ward off Nowaki from pouncing on him, he wasn't quick enough as strong, long warm arms wrapped around him and he felt the brush of lips over the top his head, messing with his hair.

"Nowaki!" He shouted.

"Hiro-san, you'll disturb the neighbors, being so loud," though he smiled, and decided for once to take his sometimes annoying, but always helpful senpai's advice and let Hiro-san know what was on his mind, "though if we get home, I'd love to make you scream my name more."

Hiroki's eyes widened, his mouth parting again and again as though to say something, his face beet red. Before he could whack Nowaki however, he'd taken his hand and dragged him closer to the wishing well.

Even before he could yell at him again, to not say such perverted things, especially out in public, even if there really wasn't anyone around, Nowaki turned to bend down and brush his mouth against his.

Bright, glittery ocean blue eyes gazed into russet ones, "Hiro-san, lets make our wishes."

Hiroki soon had a few yen coins placed into his free hand, whilst Nowaki continued to hold the other, as though afraid he might run away, or something.

He'd get the idiot later for his little tricks, but as Nowaki placed his coins into the wishing well, so too did he.

"Close you eyes Hiro-san."

Together, they closed their eyes and silently made their wishes.

A few moments later, both pairs of eyes fluttered open and they turned to gaze into each others.

"What did you wish for Nowaki?" He asked quietly, as though both shy and afraid they'd be seen or even overheard.

"Ah-ah Hiro-san, wishes can't come true if you tell someone what the wish was."

Hiroki frowned, but didn't see the point in hurting Nowaki's feelings yet again and soon he and his lover were walking toward home.

Despite the heat, it had still been an eventful day and he wondered what his Nowaki had wished for, though he still seemed quite happily content.

Even if he didn't outwardly show it, he too was happy, squeezing Nowaki's hand just that little bit more. He didn't notice the startled glance that Nowaki cast his way, nor that the others smile had grown even wider as his eyes glittered with silent joy.