Best of Uke Friends (JUNJOU Romantica/SEKAIICHI hatsukoi crossover fanfiction)

Explanations and Love: Ritsu

Nightfall has reached Japan as the workers known as Takano-san and Onodera-san, make their way towards their apartments, holding hands. Almost looks like their lovers...

Ritsu's POV

No. No. NO! NONONO! WE ARE NOT LOVERS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

Like always, Ritsu was so ignorant and ignoring the fact that he really loves Takano. He should just confess already just like his Uke friends did.

SHUT UP! WHO SAYS I'M THE UKE HERE! The sun was setting as the moon began to rise as I and Takano walked home; holding hands that is. However, it wasn't something pulled by Takano; it was pulled by me. I held out my hand to him and he took it almost instantly with a happy smile. Weirdo.

Although it was nearing the end of the day and the sky was as dark as it was gonna get, I still looked around to see if people were watching us. I hate these kinds of uncomfortable situations. I mean, I'm glad that we are holding hands....b-but...but we're not dating! No were not! I do not love him! This is just a friendly gesture; that's all! I mean, sure he's good looking, he gets stuff done, he cares about me, and...maybe...just a little...I do lo-

"GAH!" I got lost in my thoughts...I just ran into a pole. I JUST RAN INTO A FREAKING POLE. Takano was still beside me, holding back a snicker. He looks down at me and begins laughing. His laugh is in no ways soothing...

"TAKANO-SAN! YOU WERE HOLDING MY HAND! YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST MOVED ME OUT OF THE WAY!"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself since it looked like you were deep in thought. It was quite amusing considering the amount of blush spread across your face." He sticks out his hand to offer me a pick-me-up but I shooed it away, still kinda pissed that he let that happen. WAIT. I WAS BLUSHING?!?

"Whatever. I'm going on without you." I pick myself up off from the ground and began to quicken my pace. That was an utter failure since Takano grabbed the hoodie of my jacket, slightly tugging on it. "Let me go! I still have Mutou-sensei's manuscript to correct!"

"The deadline for her manga is next month and knowing her, she'd give you the manuscript next week. Don't act like I'd fall for your petty lies."

"SHUDDAP! I'M TIRED! LET ME GO HOME!" I struggle to break free from his grasp but continued to fail. After a few attempts, I gave up and just sat there.

"Do you think I'm letting go? You still haven't had anything to eat and I made a promise to you that we should eat at least one meal together, lest you want me barging in your apartment to make you breakfast."

"I appreciate the kind gesture but I can take care of myself. Now if you would just let me g-"

"Not happening. I am not taking my eyes off of you until I know you had one meal today. May I remind you of that little incident you had with the company president?"

"THAT WAS ONE TIME! QUIT BRINGING IT UP! For your information, I did have a nice meal today!"

"Heee...you did? What did consist of? Energy drinks and store-bought sandwiches?" He says in a sarcastic voice.

"It consisted of an omelet and pancakes..."

"Is that so? Did you order it? Knowing you, you can't cook for your life."

"Have a little faith! You said the curry I made for you was good! Besides, I could cook all that but not as good as Misaki and Hatori. Your food is good but, sorry to admit, Misaki's taste better." I crossed my arms and looked up at him. He wasn't satisfied with my answer and developed a scary aura.