Science textbook in one hand, I scurry into Natsume's kitchen soundlessly. Hearing him still arguing with someone on the phone, I grin to myself. Today was the day I would execute my perfectly planned scheme. Today would be that day I could look back at happily, beaming at my success.

I pump my fist into the air, determined to get a taste of victory. I could see myself, Hail Mikan Sakura, the amazing conqueror!

It was time. Time to raid my boyfriend's luring fridge.

Setting my book silently on the table, I skip to the fridge, clapping to myself in happiness. I laid a hand on the handle, contemplating whether to poke around for some spoons or find the treat first. "Spoons shall come first!" I giggle at myself and spin around the elegant kitchen, peaking into cupboards, looking for my spoons. Finally finding a drawer decorated with intricate pattern, I yanked it open and delight myself with five shiny, silver spoons.

Spoons in hand, I tiptoe to the large black refrigerator. Swiveling my head around, I am sure no one will see me. I yank the fridge open. Scanning the contents, I start drooling. One container, however, catches my eye. I squeal, finding what I am looking for. Grabbing the container, I slam the door shut. Victory at last!

Clinking my spoons together, I unscrew the lid to the container. Dipping one spoon into the creamy crunchy content, I stuff it into my mouth. It was delicious. I perch happily on the counter, all thoughts of homework forgotten.

When I reach my last spoonful, I hear footsteps. Looking up, I see a pair of familiar crimson eyes, "Hey Nat—"

Suddenly my body becomes sandwiched between Natsume and the wall. I look up, ready to complain.

A husky voice whispered, "You didn't say you were coming, Polka."

I squeaked in protest, "I got hungry! I thought I might eat before—"

I was cut off again as a pair of lips came crashing down on mine. My eyes widened. "N-Nat…" I murmured. Blushing, I moan involuntarily into the kiss. My heartbeat doubled as his tongue roamed my mouth. I was on fire.

Breaking apart when we were out of breath, his scarlet eyes bore into mine. I blushed, grinning up at him dizzily.

He smirked down at me, "What are you eating?"

I slap him, trying to growl menacingly, "You can't have any! It's all mine!"

He just shrugs. Turning around, he notices the four spoons lying on the counter. I just grin sheepishly.

"You'll get fat," he announces.

I pout, "Jeez fine!" Marching in front of him, I give a huff. Seeing his cocked eyebrow, I scowl, sticking my tongue out at him.

"What are you—"

I shove my last spoonful of creamy substance into his mouth. "There, take that, you mean idiotic jerk!"

He removes the spoon from his mouth, the stupid smirk still etched on his handsome face. His crimson eyes dance playfully, "Mm, peanut butter. Not bad."

I look up at him and break into a grin, pumping a fist into the air, "I win!"

"Not so fast, Polka dots." Catching me by the wrist, he spins me around. As I let out a small yelp, Natsume smirks, brushing his lips across mine, he sends my heart fluttering."I win."