ONE OF THOSE EVENINGS. Junjou romantic fluff drabble

It had been one of those evenings again. Usagi had played himself up and out for his blubbering crowd, easily spreading hysteria to all the woman in the ballroom, decked out for Akihiko`s latest non-BL novel. Ticked off for that magical reason he always denied until it snuck up on him, Misaki had snatched up a good round of ootoro, (and some sake, `cause, why not?) and prepared for a rough rest of the evening. On his way out of the door, he swore he saw Usagi give him a weary look, but Misaki had let his more petty feelings overcome his guilt.

Dating a big author, Misaki knew that Akihiko had to please a lot of people, and that even if these public events gated on both of their nerves, Akihiko`s job was something he valued, but it`d always be a job in some sense.

Misaki only wished that damned Usagi would stop looking so happy and cheery in front of those women while Misaki had to mill around in the background, twiddling his thumbs and mooching off the buffet table until the festivities ceased. All those looks; all those touched; his deep, impassioned laugh; it was greedy of Misaki to want them all to himself, but he couldn`t help the envious feeling that welled in his chest as the event dragged on, Thus so, like most occurrences of this nature, Misaki decided to bottle his emotions tightly and wallow in his messy consciousness until Usagi made it to their hotel room.

Or should he say, their room at the onsen? Misaki had been there once, if memory served, Usagi-chichi in tow, but this time Akihiko had made reservations just for the two of them. It was a sweet gesture, most likely to sedate the rickety moods that resulted from their generally under-the-table relationship. Misaki would gladly reveal their relationship, even if it meant being ridiculed or losing his good standing as an author, but how could he let Akihiko just throw everything aside for him? It was simply asking too much. So on principle, Misaki tacitly let Usagi know that he would deal with the secret relationship, if only to make him happy.

After all, as confusing as their system was, Misaki did love Akihiko.

Simply thinking it to himself brought color to the young man`s cheeks.

"Taxi!" Misaki called, hoping that if he looked more nonchalant, no one would think anything of it. A bright yellow cab rolled up to the curb. Misaki gave the taxi driver the address to the onsen and leaned back against the seat with his boxed ootoro and sake cradled in his lap.

Vrrb.

Vrrb.

Misaki jumped. His cell phone nagged him for attention with each vibration, and he hastily pulled it out. It was a message from Akihiko:

Sorry about tonight, I didn`t expect such a demanding crowd. I`m guessing you`re retreating to the onsen, right? I`ll be there soon, so if you want, get in without me. I`ll make up for everything when I get there~

Misaki`s heart leaped into his throat. Usagi`s way for "making up" was slightly different than what most couple might go for in this situation. Despite himself, his hands maneuvered a weak reply.

At the ballroom, Usagi smiled. Misaki clearly knew what was in store for him, so such an uncharacteristic reply was too cute:

I just want to be able to walk to school tomorrow, okay?

No promises, Usagi wrote back, right before stepping up to the podium to give his closing statements and goodbye.