((It's been a while, hasn't it?

I can say that it's probably been a good two years since I actually wrote a fanfiction and finished it! I tend to worry a lot over characterization, but since Vocaloid is open-ended in that respect, it's a good place to start again.

So, enjoy this little Yuuma/Miku oneshot. It's half-based on an OTP Prompt I saw on tumblr. Vocaloid doesn't belong to me.))

Hatsune Miku paced around the living room, pigtails bobbing and eyes wide with worry. She had been pacing for several minutes, and as far as Yuuma could tell, she wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

"I'm just so nervous, Yuuma," she said, her voice squeaky with concern. "Gumi's been trying so hard to get us all this gig, but with school and all this other stuff happening lately, I hardly have time to practice my singing. What if I forget a lyric? What if I don't sing a note correctly? I don't want to mess everything up by accident!"

Yuuma listened intently as he bustled around the kitchen. He took out two sundae glasses and set them on the counter, before moving on to take out a container of fresh strawberries and ice cream from the refrigerator. "You won't mess anything up," he said. "You learn really fast. I think you can make it."

"But what if I don't?!" Miku cried. "What will people think if the lead singer of the Vocaloids can't even remember her own lyrics? Everyone will be disappointed, there's no way we can get popular!"

"Calm down." Yuuma started chopping the strawberries and placing them in the glasses. "Exactly; you guys are new. They'll forgive you."

"Our friends might, the band might. But crowds judge!" Miku chewed on a strand of her long teal hair. "What if someone who knows their stuff shows up? That would be so bad, for me to mess up when someone important is watching!"

"That's ridiculous," Yuuma deadpanned, filling the glasses with layers of whipped cream. "Critics don't usually come to small performances."

"But even so, everyone could still hate it!" Miku wailed. "Rin, Len, and Gumi have been working so hard for this, I don't want to—"

"Miku."

"Huh?" Her eyes widened as she saw Yuuma stand in front of her, his piercing lime eyes staring straight into her blue ones.

"For the lord's sake, stop worrying. You're a very talented girl. I'm telling you, even if you slip up, just pick yourself back up and finish with the same zest you started with. You'll be fine." A small smile tugged at his lips.

Miku blinked a few times, but sighed. "I…okay. But I have a feeling you're only saying that because you're my boyfriend."

"Well, what else am I supposed to say? 'Your band sucks'? 'Cause that would be a lie." He chuckled. "Here, I made you a sundae." He passed her the tall pink and red confection and a spoon.

She licked her lips in delight and spooned up some of the fluffy cream. She smiled wide. "Thanks, Yuuma! I'm sorry for worrying."

"No problem."