Wow. Hello there, random person viewing my writing =) The name's Shay and you can just call me Shyles if that's too much of a mouthful. I've had multiple FF accounts for awhile, which is why I decided to settle in with this one.

My interests as a fujoshi are mainly Junjou and Sekakoi but believe me, I have an everlasting and ever-growing set of ships.

On that note though, I've always wanted to write a fanfic where Takahiro's finds out and if I had a say in it, this is how I'd plan it out to be.

Expect fluff and nothing but cuteness. (( I think? )) because I don't go on explicit with my writing ^w^

DISCLAIMER (for all future chapters as well) : Junjou Romantica does not belong to me and is the sole property of Nakamura Shungiku who deserves all the praise in the world for creating such a beautiful series.

Chapter 01 : What Takahiro Saw

Takahiro had been extremely thoughtful and had spent a great amount of time pondering on Misaki growing into an independent adult. He knew that he was paining his younger brother by loading him with all those unnecessary apartment leaflets but he couldn't exactly help it either.

All he wanted was for Misaki to grow up into a man that both his parents would be proud of. That way they'd be proud of him too, for taking care of him for so long with what little he could manage.

Manami had suggested a fun family outing to Kuma Park — a special amusement park that consisted entirely of bear-themed rides and which promised fun for the entire family. Little Mahiro was extremely excited and was already planning what rides they would go on.

But what he did not expect was seeing his younger brother and his best friend, much more intimate than he would've preferred them to be.

They had all been walking together, Takahiro hoisting Mahiro up on his shoulders to give him a clearer view of the park with Manami walking by his side, her face lit up by her pleasant smile.

"Mii-tan, Mii-tan!" Mahiro had begun to wriggle against Takahiro's grasp.

"Misaki?" Takahiro had wondered aloud, turning around and observing a man looking quite like his younger brother.

The said-person was looking towards the direction of the gates, annoyance etched on rather feminine features. Misaki was wearing casual clothes and he kept checking his watch and murmuring something about someone being late.

Takahiro was tempted to go over and talk to his brother as they hadn't seen each other in a while but something told him to wait. Plus Manami was equally curious as to who the mystery man would be.

Their questions were answered with the arrival of a man dressed in casual clothes. Violet eyes gleaming with delight and silver-grey hair neatly brushed back. In his hands was a bouquet of roses which he presented to Misaki, much to the blushing and stuttering boy's horror.

Usagi seemed to whisper something into Misaki's ear which only made him redden even more before swatting at the novelist.

"Keep those things to yourself, you dirty old man!" Misaki huffed, obviously annoyed by what had been said, yet still blushing till the tips of his ears turned a slight shade of red.

Takahiro turned back to glance at Manami who was looking extremely thoughtful at this sudden, new revelation.

"What on Earth could the two of them be doing here?" She mused aloud. Within a fraction of a second, the truth dawned on her and she was absolutely unfazed by what her thoughts had led her to think.

"Let's follow them...

The family of three had discreetly tailed the bickering duo and had faintly managed to catch up on a few words of their conversation as they wandered about the place. Something to do with bears, four years and some anniversary.

It had occurred to Takahiro that the two of them could be there to simply celebrate something but seeing the two holding hands and acting extremely cozy around each other had given a vague possibility to something else.

For one, Akihiko was acting warmer and closer to Misaki. It was almost as though the warm side of Usagi that Takahiro knew, was simply a small fragment of the novelist. There was one point that Usagi had wrapped his arms around the other for a hug, only to get pushed back in the process by a blushing and huffing Misaki.

And then the second point of course, being the fact that despite his little protests and indignant looks, Misaki seemed completely okay with the fact that Usagi was hugging him and looked happier than Takahiro had seen him, for a long time.

Currently seated on the couch with a concerned Manami beside him, he was forced to recall the events of the previous day.

The family had been unable to follow them into a restaurant but had manage to catch a final glimpse of the two heading for the ferris wheel. Although he had been eager to continue the chase, a sleeping Mahiro seemed to convey otherwise and they were forced to return home.

Manami wasn't an oblivious woman. She had known all along that there was something rather strange going on between her brother-in-law and her husband's best friend. There had been more times than one that she had seen rather suspicious signals.

There were so many in fact, she had almost lost count. That gentle look in Usami's eyes as he glanced at Misaki, the way he clung on after having finished a deadline to even the way he had teased Misaki about cutting the sausage into octopi the other day.

But somehow, she knew that getting the point across to her thoroughly dense husband would be a matter of time and detailed explanation.

"Why don't we just invited them over for lunch? Or visit them tomorrow?" She put forth, her manner gentle, as though dealing with a child.

And that's what they did. Although it was settled that instead of them visiting, they would be the ones paying a visit to the Usami residence.