Another one-shot from me and in Doumeki's POV. I was suddenly inspired whilst in the middle of writing my Film Studies script (yes I'm such a hard worker XD bwahahaha) and since I kind of wrote this in half an hour it might not be any good. But I hope someone enjoys it :)

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I stare at him again for the fifth time today. He had come to school with his right hand covered in bandages, probably from doing another job for Yuuko.

He looks so distant even though he's only inches away from me. I look more, wanting him to look at me. I want to just lean my head forwards and kiss that porcelain face, or to at least hold him in my arms to let him know that he isn't alone.

I wonder if he forgets that I'm here?

I wonder if he knows how much I care about him?

I wonder if he wants to know that I care?

I just want to reach out and touch him. Just to make sure that we are really both here and neither one of us is just a dream or an illusion. No. I know we're both here...

I take another bite of this delicious meal he has made, the tasty sensation rolling over my tongue. Who else could make something that tasted so perfect?

I hear him sigh softly, as a melancholic expression crosses his face.

What is he thinking? Is he going to tell me?

...or is he going to try and keep it to himself yet again?

He doesn't look as if he's going to say anything. Doesn't he know how much I worry about him? Even though I have given up half my sight and my blood for him, he still tries to keep all his problems to himself. Does he still think that it would be a burden for me? Is he so naive to believe that all I care about is his cooking and not his body... or his state of mind?

I want this silence to end.

"Oi"

He turns to me with a scowl on his face, as if reacting to his instincts he instantly yells

"My name is not 'Oi'!!!"

I know it's not your name. You are Watanuki Kimihiro, April 1st the April fool. But you are no fool. An idiot perhaps, but not a fool.

Before I knew it the words slipped out of my mouth, unable to put into a tone to express my true feelings.

"Are you alright?"

He stares at me surprised before looking away, a light pink blush rises in his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

No you're not.

"Just so you know..."

I've caught his attention, mis-matched eyes look at me so beautifully that I almost gave into the desire to stare. Instead I blinked and said the first thing that came to mind.

"What I want for Christmas..."

Watanuki's eyebrow twitched, looking annoyed at the sudden change of topics. But even with such a look, I still love...

...love?

Yes. I love him, even if he says that he hates me or tries to do everything by himself... I will be there. I'll find out why his arm is hurt even if it's only tomorrow, I'll find out why he had looked so sad even if it's only tomorrow... whatever the price is, I will be the one by his side... even if I am not the one in his heart.

"...is you..."

Watanuki's blush deepens to a shade of red, eyes widening slightly. He look like a surprised child, innocence radiating from those eyes. I almost chuckled at this sight, even my hand twitched in wanting to place my hand on his head... or his lips.

But...

"...to make me a Christmas cake."

There was a pause. He blinked a few more times before he roared loud enough to make the birds in the trees flutter away from the noise.

"IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT FOOD WITH YOU, ISN'T IT!"

No not always.

I've decided to confess another time. I plug my ears to save my hearing from the rant, smiling to myself.

I'm glad that I am by his side.