(KAI) I'm a sucker for couples like this.
Midori and Ai should get an award for being the first het I've written in ages, and in point of fact, the 2nd het submission to Go Ai and Midori.

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She Found Him Sulking

She found him sulking, not surprisingly, on a dark-patterned couch not quite to the side of the student commons. His ears drooping, she had quite snuck up on him before they abruptly perked. "Ai," he said softly.

"You're sad," she said in an equally soft tone, draping herself over the back of the paisley couch until her forehead reached Midori's hunched shoulder.

He smiled, a tad bitterly, and then muttered, "Nah. Thoughtful, maybe."

"Oh, I see," she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck for leverage.

"Ai!" he startled, helpless as the smaller girl flung herself over the couch's back and wriggled into his lap, in as obtrusive a manner as she could accomplish. As she did, he frowned and tried to control her erratic motion with his hands, but succeeded only in making the process of her settling more agonizing. Once she had slipped completely into his lap, her arms still firm around his neck, she smiled, and let her head rest on his chest.

"Why are you sad?"

Midori's hands settled on her hip and leg, and she was pleasantly warm. "I'm angry."

"I know," she smiled, and poked him, hard, in the front of his shoulder. "So tell me about it."

He winced, "We were taken off the mission. It seems unfair that- that after everything… we were discarded so easily."

Ai's hands on his neck anchored him to the here and now, even as his distress ate at him. "I suppose," she whispered, tapping one foot on the adjacent couch cushion.

Midori's frown was something she felt against the top of her head, as well as she felt his arms go to hug her, quite tightly. He relaxed and she said, letting her shoulders fall back against his right arm, "But they've replaced us with Zero, now."

"But I thought-"

"They failed," she said sweetly, "But the principal got what he wanted."

"Strange man," he responded to her smiling face before the words had time to sink in, and be a dark wondering. Her weight on his shoulder was comforting, probably a bit more so than the slap she gave to the side of his face.

"Ow," he jerked a bit, though it hadn't hurt that badly.

"Did I surprise you?" she asked, legs curling up as she began to sit up in his lap.

He frowned, but her bouncing hair tickled his nose and there was no fuming with her. "Yes."

"Are you still mad?"

"A bit," because it was hard to stay mad at the world with Ai smiling at you, moving to hug you around the neck again.

She poked his nose, grinning wildly. "Did it tickle?"

His eyebrows quirked, "A bit?"

Ai's face hovered nearer, and she pinched both of his cheeks, the weight of her upper-half leaning into him. Midori smiled, despite himself, and balanced her as her legs settled on either side of him.

"Did you forget why you were sad?"

"No," he said gently, "but I don't feel so bad."

Abruptly, she pressed her lips to his, the softness of her mouth a sudden and welcome invasion in his space. Her hands were locked behind his neck, and a shiver ran through her spine that had nothing to do with the cool room they sat in. When she pulled away, her face was hot, but Midori's face was red, too.

"Did I… um," she bit her lip and then laughed nervously, "I dunno."

"Yes," Midori smiled, pulling her into a hug she would have little room for escape from, though she wouldn't have dreamt of trying, "You did."