Pure hearted romance

Pt 2

Akihiko's Pov

That kid can cook! I was honestly surprised. His ordinary home cooked meal tasted better than Sebastian's rich and fancy dishes. But some how I still feel like he lied either to me or to himself when he said it was his dream. There was a difference between talent and genius. I was a genius at writing novels, that's why I succeeded. But little Misaki didn't seem like someone who would want to cook for someone for the rest of their lives. He's also way too kind and trusting to other people. Someone's bound to take advantage of that, and I know so. Then I remembered. I haven't told him my name yet. "My name is Usagi Akihiko." There was no way I was going to tell him my real name, because based on what I see about him and his living conditions he would start groveling. I just find that annoying.

Misaki raised his eyebrows. "Rabbit-san?"

"Uh, yes." Misaki seemed like a gullible idiot. I had thought that he would buy it. Apparently he was smarter than he looked.

I got up and picked up my plate. "I'll do the dishes."

Misaki stopped me. "No its okay. Something tells me you haven't had to do a chore since the beginning of existence." Well, he wasn't wrong, but how dare he doubt me?

"Well I know cooking isn't really your dream. I mean look at you! You should be in college, not working!" I retorted. Misaki drew back. "I have to work to make money. I can't go to college, it would be troublesome for my brother, who would have to pay for it."

"With an attitude like that, of course you can't," I snorted.

Misaki sighed. "Honestly, I don't really know what I want to do. And I'm too stupid to get to the college I want to go."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Mitsuhashi university" I looked at him. Was he serious? He looked serious. "Lower your standards. If you say you're stupid, you're never going to get in."

Misaki glared at me. "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do! I absolutely refuse to go to any other college! Just because you're a large and famous author..." Misaki trailed off, his eyes widened. "Um, I mean,"

"So you already knew who I was." I stood up. "I expected you to become all sappy over me once you found out." Misaki snorted. "I haven't even read your books. I'm not going to admire you until I do. You're on TV so much anyone would know you!"

This kid seriously pissed me off. "Whatever," I said walking to the bedroom. "Let's go to sleep."

"I can't." Misaki shook his head. "If I'm going to make it into M. University and prove you wrong, I better start printing out some practice tests!"

I shook my head in disbelief. Then I grabbed Misaki's hand, dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.

"I thought I said you could have the bed?" Misaki asked.

"And I thought I said it would be big enough for both of us," I pulled Misaki close to my chest. I knew he was saying something, but I was too far gone. I fell asleep with Misaki under me. I honestly could get used to this.