Akihiko walked out of marukawa publishing, and into the rain. "this damn rain is so unexpected," he muttered to himself. He didn't have an umbrella with him, and it was freezing, plus he was already feeling the symptoms of overwork and cold. This was all his editor's fault. He could honestly do without the death threats on his life, courtesy by Aikawa. Maybe I'll take a short rest, he thought. He sat down, his back down to the wall and sighed. he could handle this. He has been in worse situations. he knew how to live alone and not rely on anybody. (you know what third person is too hard... first person it is! this is Akihiko's pov.) I heard a small voice clear their throat, making me look up, to see the greenest eyes possible. He had a very innocent looking face, that seemed like it did nothing but smile. He must be 16, at most. He held out a hand, that I looked at. I'm definitely not going to take someone's hand... not even if he is somewhat adorable.  wait, what am I saying?! the only person I'm ever going to love is Takahiro.

"um, excuse me?" the boy said, looking anxious. he began bringing his hand back down but I grabbed it. Why? I have honestly no idea. I hate acting on instinct! he hauled me up and I began leaning on him. "uh, sir?"he asked nervously. "not to be rude, but could you please stop leaning on me?" Even if I could I probably wouldn't, he was so warm, and I liked my effect on him. He was blushing a bit. He hesitantly patted my back, that small gesture relaxing me. "Hey, would you like to come home with me, just for today, because my apartment isn't too far away." he was rambling. Has this boy never invited anyone over? Probably.

"uh thankyou," I said, forcing myself to get up. wow he's short. "wow you're short"I muttered. He glared at me. "Is that something to say to the person who's going to take you to their home?" he demanded.

"I know nothing about you anyway, if you were planning to kidnap me why should I be polite?" I answered.

He looked surprised, "I'm so sorry, I haven't introduced myself." He bowed, "My name is Takahashi Misaki. I'm 19 years old,  and I work as a chef in a restaurant. Not a big one, but that's where I dream to be some day."

I just stared at him. He's 19? But if he still thinks that people's dreams get fulfilled without working, he's no more than a 10 year old.

"Ok this is where I live," misaki announced. I looked around. It looked so damn clean... Misaki noticed me eyeing everything. He blushed. "I'm sorry my place is really small. You can have my bed. I'll be happy on the floor."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sure I'll fit." He started getting warmer and shoved me off.

"Y-yes well," he stammered. "Go take a shower. I'll make dinner." Dinner sounded great, I hadn't eaten all day.