Mizuhara Max x Mikazi Naomi

Beyblade - OneShot

"Mizuhara-kun!"

This was the usual wake up call for the young Mizuhara Max. At least everyday he would hear his name being called from the outside by the one and only Mikazi Naomi.

He didn't mind the calls, really. It wasn't like she ran into his room and pulled him out of bed. And, this had other benefits too. Max's father was able to open the shop early enough to get things ready for the day. (Unlike before; when the young blond woke the old man up almost an hour, or less, before show time.)

And as the blue-eyed male got ready for his day, Mizuhara-san would open up the door for the young girl asking her 'How has your day been so far?' and telling her 'Make yourself at home. He'll be down soon.'

By the time the men were prepared, Naomi would have the dining room table set. A smile graced her lips.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, minna-san. Breakfast is ready!"

During that day, Mikazi and Mizuhara enjoyed themselves with childhood games and looking around shops. But, something kept nagging at the boy. 'What would happen if, she wasn't here to start us...?'

This drew him to many conclusions. One of them was that both his father and his own morning would go out of wack. The store most likely be in utter chaos and Max would be late for practices. Another thing is... Well, his father isn't the best cook around. But something that would devastate the lad would be him not being able to hear or see Mikazi first thing everyday. She made him even happier that he normally was.

"Um, Maxie? Your ice cream is melting..."

"Huh?"

At the moment, the two were sitting outside an ice cream parlor. Mizuhara must have zoned out, because he was about to have chocolate covered fingers.

"Ack! Oh, um...!"

"Ne, ne Mizu-kun! Wai', um here, hold on."

The green-eyed girl grabbed the boy's hand and began cleaning him off. Max had suddenly began to feel odd; a bit distant. Though he spent everyday with the dark-haired girl, it didn't make any sense to him. 'Why now?'

"There, all done!" She let go of his hand and sat back down, enjoying her strawberry waffle cone. The blond blinked a few times, said a quick 'Thank you' and sat back down; also eating his ice cream, but not enjoying it to the fullest.

At the end of the day, the duo returned to the hobby shop. The sun was setting, making the two seem to radiate a sad low glow. The girl was giving a joyous smile and the boy, returned with a guilty smile. But then, Naomi's smile began to fade. She placed a hand on top of the young male's shoulder.

"Is something wrong Max? You don't seem like your usual optimistic self."

"Ah, well..." He looked toward the sunset. She frowned and reassured him that he could tell her. Blond hair lowered.

"It's just that... I'm wondering what would happen if you didn't come here everyday like you usually do. And I also feel that I may be taking you for granite. I don't even thank you for what you do for my father and me. And I-"

A finger was placed to silence him and he looked to the owner. She smiled and gave out a light chuckle.

"Max, you know I'd do anything for you. And what I do each morning is free of charge; no worries. Besides, by you waking up, your father letting me in, and the both of you accepting the food I make, well, that's enough of a thank you. So, do you still feel bad?"

He gave her a small nod. Naomi sighed.

"How about a pat on the cheek?"

"A pat on the-?"

Max soon understood when the action was performed. His friend gave his a peck on the cheek. And as the blood rushed to his face, a small laugh could be heard.

"So... No regrets Maxie?"

"Hehe, yeah, no regrets. And um, thanks. ...For everything."

A smile and everlasting embrace.

"No problem at all kiddo. It all came in the package."