A/N: A drabble I wrote for an anon on tumblr.

Poke.

Chizuru sighed and kept up doing the laundry.

Poke.

She was really trying to ignore it.

Poke.

It was getting a bit annoying.

Pokepokepokepokepoke!

She finally turned her attention to Okita. "Go back inside. You should be resting."

"Ne? But I wanted to spend time with you, Chizuru-chan," he told her.

"I told you I would come and see you when I was done with the laundry," she said, returning to the task.

POKE!

"Ow!" she said, rubbing her arm where he'd poked her hard. "Okita-san, you need to rest!"

"Chizuru-chan…you keep saying that, but it's not like it's an illness that will go away if I rest enough."

"Th-that's…! …You still need to rest when you're sick!" she insisted. "I'll go see you later!"

"You know," he said, a grin appearing on his face, "girls who go into a man's room don't have very good reputations, Chizuru-chan. I might wonder about your intentions~"

She flushed. "I-it's not like that!" she insisted. "I-I just want to make sure you're well-rested!"

"Hmm…That's a letdown. It would've made a great scandal if you had something else on your mind," he said with a fake sigh.

"Don't…tease me like that…" she said, blushing to the roots of her hair.

He grinned. "Then you have to stop being so fun to tease." He pecked her on the forehead and then started back to the compound. "I'll be in my room waiting for you to come and entertain me more!" he shouted so that the entire compound could hear.

If I didn't like him so much, I might hate him… Chizuru thought, hiding her face in her hands.

A/N: It's short and fail, but I thought I'd share it.