"I don't even like you," Umeda told him, eyeing Akiha with a disgusted look.

Akiha shrugged, a hint of a smile lingering still at the corner of his lips, looking down to hide whatever expression was in his eyes; Umeda would be damned if he'd look for any actual sadness there. "Well, I know that."

"You never give up, do you," Umeda grumbled, slamming one hand down on the table that Akiha'd spread his photographic equiptment out on. "You never leave me alone, even when I ask you to. What the hell's with setting up shop in my office -- I've got actual medical work to do here, you know!"

Akiha laughed a bit nervously. "Well, they did hire me to do the school yearbook photography, and couldn't get me an office--"

"What do you want from me?" Umeda demanded. "This?"

The kiss was sudden, jarring, inexpected. Akiha didn't move away from it for all that, snorting startled air through his nose, one hand coming up to bunch in the front of Umeda's shirt.

Umeda slowly leaned back. "That, Akiha?" He found himself looking to one side, glaring more than anything else.

"No," Akiha said slowly. After a moment, he smiled again. "But it's a start."