I have a lot to do this weekend—work to catch up on, and I'm several thousand words behind on NaNoWriMo. So, of course, the logical use for my time is to write a fanfiction! Hurray! Hahah. Anyway, Ultra Cute is a manga I really love. I wouldn't call it my favorite, nor would I call it "the best" out there, but it's adorable and fun and a touch too saccharine—perfect for a quick dose of enjoyment. I just re-read the series today, and found myself SO FRUSTRATED during both of the almost-sex-scenes. Granted, I totally agree with how the scenes were done—they're funny and adorable, so it's all good. But the scene at the end totally left me wanting more. And so, since I seem to have an obsession with wanting to finish series that don't satisfy me enough, I decided to write my own "after story." This picks up maybe a week tops after the series ends, and is pure fluff. I just think Ami and Tamon are too adorable together, and so I decided to write a story for them. Hope you like!

"So, have you and Ami done it yet?"

Tamon spit out the pop he had just sipped and slammed the can down on the table.

"Whoa, man! Gross!" Tomohiro said, giving Tamon his classic grin. Tamon wiped his mouth in irritation and glared at his best friend.

"Where do you get off asking something like that!?" he shouted back, trying to ignore the blush creeping across his face.

"How cute," Tomohiro teased. "Are you embarrassed? I take it that's a no, then?"

Tamon ignored him, turning his head away. Tomohiro could be such a jackass sometimes. Why was he best friends with this guy, again?

He heard Tomohiro laugh beside him. "Oh, calm down," Tomohiro said. "I was just curious, since you two seemed mighty close the other day…"

Tamon pushed Tomohiro's shoulder in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. What do you know?"

Tomohiro's classic grin widened—the dude was such a sadist. "All I know, Tamon, is that when Ami opened the door for me and Nao, all she had on was one of your shirts, while your own shirt was conspicuously missing."

"Shove off," Tamon said, blushing a touch harder. He made to push at Tomohiro again, but his friend dodged. "For your information, nothing happened."

"Too bad for you," Tomohiro shot back.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Tamon retorted. Though honestly, he couldn't help but feel a little stab of disappointment. Tomohiro and Nao's timing had been a little too perfect—if they had just waited another ten minutes...

Tamon sighed in irritation, both at his friend and at himself. He knew he shouldn't rush it. The first time things had started escalating, Ami had looked like a terrified little bunny. And though she had been far more welcoming to his second attempt, he still had a nagging feeling in his gut that she was nervous about the whole thing.

Ami was straightforward—sometimes too much for her own good. Tamon was fairly certain that she'd tell him when she was ready. Until then, he would restrain himself. Granted, restraining himself would be much easier if she didn't tromp around his room wearing only his T-shirt... Feeling his blush start to creep back up once more, Tamon quickly tried to change the topic.

"What about you and Noa?" he asked, then almost smacked himself. That wasn't changing the topic—it was continuing it! Tomohiro grinned at him.

"I thought that subject was taboo."

Tamon rolled his eyes again. "Whatever, just curious."

Tomohiro's expression grew a bit serious, and Tamon glanced at him in surprise.

"I can never tell what that girl wants," Tomohiro admitted. "I thought she hated me after the shit I put her through, only to have her come storming back into my life and trying to win me over again." He shrugged nonchalantly, although Tamon could tell it made his friend uneasy.

"I don't want to blow it this time though," Tomohiro continued, grumbling a bit. "So I'm just taking things slowly for now."

It was Tamon's turn to grin. He roughly ruffled Tomohiro's hair.

"Hey!" his friend said with a frown, pushing Tamon's hand away.

"Who knew you could be so shy?" Tamon teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Tomohiro groused. "Anyway, shouldn't you be going? You're going to be late for your date."

"Shoot!" Tamon said, looking at the clock. It was already quarter after! At this rate, he'd be lucky to catch the bus. "Why didn't you say something earlier, man!?"

Tomohiro grinned at him as Tamon grabbed his bag and ran out the door.

"What's the plan for today, then?" Nao asked, eyeing Ami suspiciously.

Ami leaned over the bathroom sink to better view herself in the wall-length mirror and carefully applied her lip balm.

"We're going to the park, thank you very much," Ami told her, twisting her head from side to side to check her make up. There, perfect! She blew a kiss at herself in the mirror. She turned to face Nao, who was rolling her eyes. "Not that it's any of your business."

"A walk in the park?" Nao asked, skeptical. "That's what you're all excited for?"

Ami pouted. "Well, it's our first date in a long time! We haven't gotten to see each other lately…"

"And whose fault is that?" Nao asked with a frown. "It's not like you couldn't see him. You were the one who decided to put a temporary ban on your time together."

Ami felt her face flush, though she tried to cover it up with a shrug as she turned back to the mirror. "What can I say? I needed the time to get my confidence back together. I strengthened my spirit and my resolve, and now I can truthfully back up my feelings for him."

"Gosh, you're such a ninny," Nao complained. Ami choose to ignore her. Nao had a tendency to come off like a complete jerk, but she had recently come to realize that Nao actually worried about her from time to time. And she was starting to suspect that all of the insults weren't truly heartfelt. Besides, she had a date with Tamon today! Nothing could bring her down from this high.

"I'm surprised you have time to stand around in the school bathroom and watch me get ready for my date," Ami said, taking her brush from her bag and giving her hair another once-over. "Don't you have any plans with Tomohiro today?"

In the mirror, she saw Nao cross her arms and glance away, a slight blush dusting her nose and cheeks. "No, not today. We hung out this past weekend, and we've got plans for tomorrow."

Ami grinned maliciously. "Why're you going red in the face?" she asked accusingly. "Did something happen?"

Nao glared at her. "You're such a creep, Ami. What's with that face!?"

"Nothing, nothing," Ami said, her grin nearly splitting her face in two. "I'm just wondering, is all."

Nao shifted uncomfortably, still blushing. "Well, nothing really," she said quietly. "I just sort of feel like I'm dreaming, is all. When we were dating before, Tomohiro would never really pay much attention to me, and I was constantly chasing after him. It's just weird to have him asking me out on dates and showering me with attention."

Wow. Nao seemed to have more and more of these serious moments, especially now that she had gotten back together with Tomohiro. Maybe they were going to be able to make it work—Ami hoped so, at least. She finished brushing her hair and turned to face Nao once more. "Well that's good, isn't it?" she asked, smiling again. Nao nodded, harrumphing at Ami.

"Oh, don't be so serious," Ami said, patting Nao on the back. Perhaps she hit Nao a tad harder than she meant to, since Nao nearly tripped. She turned to face Ami, hissing.

"That hurt, you bimbo!"

"Eh heh heh, you're just clumsy," Ami retorted, grinning at Nao again. "But I'm glad things are going well with Tomohiro!"

Nao rolled her eyes, though Ami couldn't help but notice that she was smiling as well.

"Okay, well I'm off!"

"Don't do anything too stupid!" Nao called after her. "Or Tamon might just dump you!"

"Yeah right!" Ami shot back over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out.

A/N: That's it for the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Although honestly I'm not sure how many people will actually wander across this story, since there's literally only one other Ultra Cute fanfic at this point. BUT STILL. If you're reading this, thank you! I'd love to hear your thoughts or feedback.