AN: Some little drabbles. Love this anime.

It's not that Chocolat hated Ichigo. Sure, the girl had an annoying voice. Sure, her habit of falling down stairwells was exasperating. The thing about Amano Ichigo…she had a good heart. And Sweets Spirits (as well as many other mythical creatures known throughout mankind) were just naturally attracted to people with good hearts.

That wasn't what bothered Chocolat, though. It wasn't because Ichigo had a good heart. Of course not. The Sweets Princes all had good hearts. It was the fact that she wasn't the only one who'd noticed.

Kashino had noticed.

That Amano Ichigo had a good heart.

And that was what bothered Chocolat.

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Chocolat, flitting about and mocking Vanilla and Ichigo about their imminent pudginess, wondered if Kashino was perhaps having a bit too much fun accompanying her. He had the same sharp twinkle in his amber eyes that he acquired when baking. Passionate, concentrated, determined.

Sweet Spirits knew their partners better than themselves at times.

"Chocolat?"

The raven-haired fairy blinked down (she always made sure to be above Ichigo at all times) at the brown-eyed girl whose usual pigtails tied into neat buns, per kitchen attire.

"Something wrong?" Ichigo queried, looking genuinely worried. She batted her large brown eyes at Chocolat's lack of immediate response. Vanilla swept right up to her, golden locks swarming her field of vision.

Chocolat blushed and turned her head. "It—It's fine! Mind your own business, piggy!" She snapped, crossing her arms.

Ichigo snorted in offense but didn't attack either the comment or fairy who delivered it. Vanilla had opened her mouth to snap back, but Ichigo grabbed her firmly around the middle and dragged the fuming Sweets Spirit with her across the kitchen without another word.

The three boys, as well as their respective partners shook their head and went back to practicing, paying the antics no heed.

Chocolat was befuddled when Ichigo set a mug of steaming hot chocolate down on the table in front of her. Vanilla was grinned and weaving back and forth expectantly. Ichigo gave a little half-smile at the fairy's confused expression. She brought her pointer finger to her lips and winked conspiratorially. "Chocolate for Chocolat!"

Sigh. What a lame-o. Still…

Bemused, Chocolat lifted the mug to her lips and sipped. "Oishi," she couldn't help mumbling and Ichigo's grin intensified. The hot chocolate was too sweet and too thick but it was warm and heavy and made Chocolat feel full.

Besides, it'd take a lot more of her to get as round as Vanilla.

"Amano," came Kashino's voice, tight and a little panicked-sounding. "Look at your hand."

Chocolat gasped at the burn on Ichigo's finger as Vanilla winced. But Ichigo was already laughing it off. "Oh yeah. I was being klutzy again—waugh!"

Kashino had grabbed her wrist and was running it under cold water, turning her hand in his to inspect the burn. Vanilla started to simultaneously fuss and scold.

Kashino didn't notice Ichigo's blushing face or thoughtful gaze.

Chocolat took another sip of her warm cocoa and sighed.

No. She did not hate Amano Ichigo.

You just couldn't hate people who were in love.