I have never written a story for Junjō Romantica before, and I hope my plot isn't too overused or OOC! Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you would let me know what you think of the story so I can know whether to continue. Enjoy!

"Misaki-kun, are you all right?"

Misaki felt a hand rest on his shoulder, and the familiar scent of Aikawa-san's floral perfume filled his nose. She tapped his shoulder twice, French-manicured nails flashing in the dim lighting. They were all attending a big, fancy gathering for an award Usagi-san was being nominated for; a big, fancy gathering that Misaki didn't really comprehend, but he'd attended because, of course, Usagi-san would refuse were he not there. Whenever something went wrong over the course of the evening, Misaki accepted a drink. Never one to drink that much, he found himself wasted pretty quickly: Usagi-san was in a terrible mood (drink!), some beautiful author known for her good looks and exquisite writing kept clinging to Misaki's stupid rabbit (drink!), and Ijuuin was attending, too (two drinks!).

"Misaki-kun, you're drunk. I think we should think about heading home," Aikawa said, shaking Misaki vigorously. "Come on, can you even stand up?"

"'S'fine," Misaki muttered, standing up from where he'd been camped out in the corner near the refreshments table. "I'm okay." The room dipped around him, the lights turning into the ceiling and vice versa. Misaki shook his head and his vision focused. "Need to use the restroom."

"It's down the hall," Aikawa said, jabbing a finger in the direction of the doors. "Misaki-kun..."

"Be right back," Misaki said, shuffling over to the hallway. The hallways of the hotel where the event was being hosted seemed endless, and in his search for the restrooms, Misaki felt as if he were trapped in a maze. His drunkenness didn't help, either, and after wandering around for what felt like ten minutes, he ran right into someone.

"Sorry," Misaki said rather emotionlessly.

"Takahashi-kun! You're less jumpy than usual."

Misaki forced himself to focus. Shit. It was Ijuuin. "S-sensei? Oh! Excuse me! I'm sorry!"

Ijuuin narrowed his eyes, a pleasant smile on his face. One might mistake it for a receptionist smile, but Misaki knew that meant Ijuuin had a plan. "Are you drunk, Takahashi-kun?"

"Ah"—Misaki ran a hand through his hair—"I... I'm not?"

Ijuuin took a step closer, and Misaki found himself unable to move. "I didn't know you'd be here. I saw you briefly earlier, but when I went to talk to you, you ran off."

"Getting a drink," Misaki blurted out, then realized he probably shouldn't have said that. "Um, congratulations! Sensei, congratulations on being nominated."

Ijuuin laughed. "Takahashi-kun! I wasn't nominated. I'm just attending as a guest. This is a literary award!" He smiled. "You really do think without speaking, now, don't you?"

Misaki blushed. "I'm sorry."

The mangaka leaned in even closer, close enough that he could smell the alcohol on Misaki's breath. "It's okay, Takahashi-kun. You know I like that about you. I always have."

"Yes, well—"

"Aww. Come on, why don't you try it now?"

"Try what?" Misaki furrowed his brow. He was so confused, and the lights were so bright, and Ijuuin-sensei was so handsome...

"Go on a date with me," Ijuuin said.

Misaki didn't say anything, his usually bright green eyes clouded with drink, and Ijuuin leaned forward, seizing his golden opportunity, and closed the gap between their lips.

Under any other circumstances, Misaki would have pulled away immediately, stuttering on and on about Usagi-san, but today, he couldn't. Ijuuin's lips were so warm; Misaki's very own idol...

From a distance away, Usagi waited, his breath caught in his chest, for Misaki to jump away, to run, but instead, no, no, Misaki was pressing against Ijuuin... Usagi was about to burst into the room and quite possibly beat the shit out of that horrible mangaka, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard Misaki's voice. His beautiful Misaki. Kissing someone else. And in the middle of Misaki's unsettling kiss with that someone else, Usagi heard his lover moan.

"Ijuuin-sensei..."

Ijuuin's hands were loosening Misaki's tie when the boy finally came to his senses. I shouldn't be doing this. No. Oh, no. I've made a huge mistake... Misaki's eyes widened in pure horror as he realized the weight of his actions; he stumbled backward and pushed Ijuuin away from him. "Sensei, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I need to go!" He whirled around and took off down the hallway, adrenaline and fear causing him to sober up a little.

He'd just. He'd.

He burst into the event room of the hotel, stopping when people near the doorway looked at him strangely. He gasped for air and slowed down, retreating back to his corner. He sat down and buried his face in his hands. Calm down. Calm down. It's gonna be okay. You're drunk is all.

"Misaki."

Misaki's eyes, hidden in his palms, shot open. "U-Usagi-san..."

"We're going home." The author's voice was frigid, and Misaki flinched. Oh, God. Did Usagi-san know?

"Wh-what about Aikawa-san and Isaka-san?"

"They know we're leaving. Get up. Now."

"Okay," Misaki said meekly, standing and following Usagi-san. The author was several steps ahead of him, walking quickly, and it seemed he didn't really care whether Misaki was following him.

"Usagi-san—"

They reached the parking lot. The sky outside was pitch-black, clouds covering the moon. A streetlight lit the vicinity, and Misaki stared at the concrete. Shit. He was so fucked. He got into the car, and as Usagi pulled out of the parking lot, Misaki broke the silence, his voice tentative and nervous. "Um, Usagi-san?"

Usagi finally spoke. "All this time, I endured you being around that corrupt mangaka. Do you know why?"

Misaki, who had been staring straight ahead, snapped his attention to the driver's seat. Usagi-san knew. He knew.

"It's because I trusted you," Usagi continued after there was a long moment of silence that Misaki hadn't attempted to break. "I trusted you, Misaki. I know that I get unreasonably jealous, but with this Ijuuin, it wasn't the same." Usagi spat the name as if it were something caught on the bottom of his shoe. "But the thing is, you always pushed him away before. What was so different about tonight?"

Misaki was floored. "I... I'm drunk. Th-that's not an excuse! I know! I'm sorry. I. Oh, God." Misaki felt sick. There was no correct way to phrase himself. He didn't have an excuse, really. Yes, he was drunk. He was also a little bit pissed about that bombshell author who'd been so into his Usagi-san. But he also knew that no matter how many single and stunning authors approached Usagi, the stupid rabbit would always run back to Misaki. And Misaki had completely let him down.

"Usagi-san, I am so, so sorry," whispered Misaki.

Usagi kept his eyes on the road. "We can gather up your things tomorrow."

The words sent sheer panic through Misaki's heart. "Are you kicking me out?"

For once, Usagi looked like he might cry. "No. I thought you would want to go. I thought you were going to go to Ijuuin."

"Usagi-san, I—"

I love you, Misaki thought. Nothing else was said for the rest of the drive. Misaki felt like his heart might explode, but not in the usual way. Normally when he was with Usagi, he felt that way, but it was because of the things Usagi said about loving him forever, or feeling Usagi's hands touching him... but this, this was absolutely awful.

When they got back to Usagi's apartment, it was all Misaki could do to keep himself from collapsing onto the ground. They stood in silence for a minute, flooded by the bright light of the living area, when Usagi finally headed toward the stairs. "I am going to bed."

Normally Misaki would follow. He rarely slept in his own room. But tonight, he sensed that was not a wise move. "Usagi-san. It will never happen again. I promise."

Usagi turned to Misaki, fixing his broken violet eyes on his lover's green ones. "It better not" was his only reply, then he turned and walked into his bedroom, shutting the door.

Misaki heard the lock click shut.