HELLO! I really should be working on my other story, but who can resist a rapid plot bunny jumping around? This will be the sappiest story I will ever write. If you think it's horrible please tell me. I've never writen ANYTHING like this. And I'm not an emotional person. Ask my friends, it took months for me to be able to hug my best friend without feeling weird. And don't even try to make me say something sappy. My friend Robert made me sign his yearbook and he said I couldn't write "Have a good summer." like I had on about 20 other yearbooks(aren't I popular!). So I wrote "I love you like the annoying brother I never wanted." It makes more sense if you know how we met. He sprained my wrist. My brother hit me in the head with a baseball bat. Doesn't that just give you the warm fuzzies?

Thank you to my awesome beta The Closet Romantic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica.

"Usagi bastard!"

"Stupid Usagi!"

"Usagi pervert!"

Usagi.

Usagi.

Usagi.

That's all he ever calls me. I want to hear him say my name.

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"Pervert Usagi!" Misaki yelled as he got out of Usagi-san's red sports car. He ran up the steps to M University. Usagi-san put his car in drive and took off down the road.

Usagi-san was so proud when he found out Misaki had been accepted to M University. Usagi-san knew he had the determination, but he could drive himself crazy sometimes. He smiled faintly when he remembered Misaki's jealousy towards Aikawa. How he wouldn't talk to Usagi-san and how he made up fantastic stories in his head about him and his editor.

He had eventually gotten better, revealing his jealousy towards Isaka so they could talk about it. But Isaka was an asshole; Misaki didn't need to worry about him. Usagi-san loved him. Akihiko loved him. With his whole heart.

Akihiko hadn't known what love was until he met Misaki. He knew now that Takahiro was just a fixation.

No matter what his family did, he was going to spend his life with Misaki. Not some other man, especially not Haruhiko. He knew Misaki loved him back, even if he was too embarrassed to say it. He showed it, every time he made Akihiko breakfast. When Misaki told him to quit smoking. Misaki didn't need to say it.

But Akihiko did. What could he do to show Misaki he loved him? Akihiko couldn't cook, not that Misaki would let him after his last attempt. Akihiko chuckled, remembering Misaki's face when he asked Akihiko how egg had gotten on the ceiling.

So he had to say it. Every chance he got so Misaki would know. So Misaki would know he owned Akihiko's heart. It had been ripped to pieces when he thought the teen was going to move back in with his brother when Takahiro was moving back to town. And then he had gone all the way to Osaka to visit Takahiro and Manami.

But then he had heard Misaki crying when he was talking about moving in with Takahiro. It was over the phone, but Akihiko could hear the tears in his lover's voice. So he went and got him.

Akihiko smiled, remembering what they did that night on the train. Anything that had Misaki bare under him made him smile. Not a lecherous grin, but a genuine smile. That Misaki would let him and no one else see and touch him. That he was Misaki's one and only.

He loved that he was the only one. The one who had showed Misaki new things, even if he did call them perverted. Now he was smirking, remembering what had caused Misaki to call him a pervert just a few minutes ago. All he had suggested was that Misaki skip his class and they repeat last night. Even without the second go, Misaki wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably today. Just thinking about it made his groin twitch.

But it wasn't his fault! How could Misaki be so sensual, yet so innocent? That everything he did drove Akihiko crazy, but not know it? But he knew others had noticed Misaki's charms, besides Haruhiko. And that was one of the small reasons for the ring in his pocket.

He would never ask Misaki the most important question just out of jealousy. He wanted Misaki forever. He knew he had Misaki's heart, but the ring would let others know too. They were just short of 8 months into their relationship, but he knew he wanted to promise Misaki his heart and soul. He could only hope Misaki would want them, and would give his in return.

But he still couldn't decide how to ask him. He knew Misaki didn't enjoy fancy restaurants, so that was out. He couldn't cook anything. He didn't even consider a text message, it was just too impersonal. He couldn't believe people actually did that. Nothing public, Misaki was too easily embarrassed.

Akihiko stopped the car at a red light. He sat there with a smile on his face, thinking about how he would ask, and Misaki's answer.

Akihiko was so focused on his thoughts of what he would do to Misaki after he said yes, that when the light turned green, he drove into the middle of the intersection without looking. He didn't notice the SUV coming straight at him, going way over the speed limit.

He didn't notice until he heard metal colliding and the honking of car horns. He was infinitely grateful for not having Misaki in the car when he felt metal hitting his side. He didn't see anything but shards of glass scattering in his vision.

Again, please tell me if it's horrible, which it probably is.