I'm reediting this woot! I am back into this story after redeading it. I actually like what I've written so yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own this. Why would you even think that? Do I look rich to you?

The scene before his eyes made him sick to his stomach. Kamijou lay pinned to the office floor; shirt open and rumpled. His hair was tousled. Miyagi was positioned above him, both hands braced on the floor, face turned toward the doorway in guilty shock.

"I told you to get the hell off me!"

Kamijou groped for a book but found none. He struggled out from under his superior. "I'll just go prepair for my class now," he said eying Shinobu. As he turned to make his leave he glimpsed a book, which he threw hitting Miyagi square in the forehead. With Kamijou gone Shinobu charged at Miyagi grabbing onto his shirt collar.

"You fucking asshole! Why are you always going at it with him? Why? Do I not satisfy you enough?" His eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.

"Calm down Shinobu-chin. I wasn't going at it with him. I was just having some fun."

"Well, I don't like the way you go about having a good time." He turned to leave but was stopped by Miyagi's protest.

"Wait, Shinobu. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong! What exactly do you find right about this situation? What's right about finding your boyfriend constantly doing perverted things with his assistant?"

"But they're just games. I haven't done anything."

"The only reason that you haven't done anything is because every time you try I interrupt you! What will I walk in on next? Him wearing a maid uniform, serving you tea as you stare at his ass? Or maybe since you like games so much you'll be playing shiver me timbers. I don't know why I wanted you as a boyfriend in the first place. You are a worst boyfriend ever!"