Or alternatively known as that one time a student and college professor agreed to have a fake relationship only for it to turn real somewhere along the way. Here's the clincher: 

They are both too emotionally constipated to see it.

He Who Loves the Moon

“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can.” 


“I suppose I should thank you for everything then,” Akihiro suddenly tells her, smiling a bit. His smile equal parts of grateful and shy, and the earnestness of it all baffled her. Seeing him smile so genuinely was one thing, but having it actually directed to her? 


It feels like her brain has temporarily vacated the premises. 


“Don’t be,” he tells her, misunderstanding the question for what it is, “You dropped everything as soon as you heard I was in trouble, you got me the best doctor you know to patch me up… and m-my… sister… you know… thanks,” Akihiro ducks his face down a bit and something in her warms at the sight of his reddening cheeks as he scratched at his cheek, “I appreciate that. Really,” 


Let's keep it that way