Ryuko Matoi woke up as she often did these days, on Aikuro Mikisugi's red couch. She yawned and stretched, an open book falling from her chest as she sat up. Her blanket fell down slightly, leaving her blue vest on display. She was grateful that the days of her waking up naked were (mostly) behind her. The white walls of the apartment reflected the sunlight into her eyes, making he rub them. When she uncovered her eyes she saw Aikuro sitting, shirtless, on the end of the couch.
"Did you sleep well my violent beauty?" He asked flirtatiously.
"Not at all. This mattress is lumpy and smells weird. I don't know why you had to drag it to this apartment when you moved." Ryuko groaned, turning away so he couldn't see the smile on her face.
"Yet you always choose to sleep here instead of my big warm bed." Mikisugi pouted.
"I can't help that I fall asleep here. I can't move myself in my sleep." Ryuko shrugged playfully.
"Besides," she continued sarcastically. "Why would I sleep in with an old man like you?"
He stood with his hands indignantly on his hips, muttering that he wasn't that much older than her. She laughed at him, pushed off the blanket and walked over to the kitchen area of the newer apartment. She was glad that this apartment was bigger and had a nicer kitchen unit than the last. At least when she ended up here after long, hard nights of work she could eat to feel better. She pulled out a carton of eggs and a pan and began cooking breakfast.
"Ryuko is such a good housewife to me." He teased then quickly ducked to dodge the kitchen knife thrown at him.
"I am no housewife of yours, pervy old man!" She growled, face red and fists clenched. Aikuro knew that his need to have the last word would likely end his life but he couldn't resist.
"Not yet anyway." He smirked and took his plate of eggs and slid away. Ryuko threw a fork at his head and groaned as he caught it and sat down to eat breakfast.
He smiled as he watched her. The young fighter was such an interesting person. She wasn't cold for the sake of being cold, he knew that well, she was just raised never knowing warmth.
"Stop staring weirdo!" She shouted at him, breaking him from his thoughts. She was blushing furiously. She didn't dislike his attention, she simply didn't know how to handle it. He smiled at her, maybe he should teach her winter heart to be warm. He continued smiling at the beautiful young woman as she ate.
"AIKURO I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT I WILL GO RIGHT HOME!"
A/N so this is my first kill la kill fan fic and I'm mostly writing it because I've noticed there isn't enough Mikiryu for my taste and wayyyy not enough fluff so I'm going to write as much as I can. Suggestions for scenes and stuff would be nice as well as any positive feedback (or negative if you absolutely must) thanks for reading!