Hi... I, uh, I've never tried writing anything much longer than a one-shot before, for the most part, and I have never written anything Vocaloid-related before... but I love NegiToro and I think there's really not enough of it around. Besides NegiToro, I'm big on music and food (you could say I'm a small time utattemita), so it might reflect on this fic a bit, perhaps.

I hope that you'll all find this enjoyable to some degree, at the very least! U；ｗ；）ノ

"Wooo!" The crowd cheered for her as she vanished from the stage.

"We love you, Miku!" They called out.

I smiled to myself, watching from backstage.

"Woo! Miku!"

I was surprised when our managers arranged for me to perform in a part of her live.

"Mikuuuu~!"

I feel I've come a long way from before.

As she stepped off the stage amid the cheering, she was practically glowing.

Yes, I really admire her.

The staff surrounded her as she headed towards the backstage halls, calling out "Otsukaresama deshita!" She returned their sentiments energetically.

At last, she spotted me.

"Luka! You didn't have to stay for the whole thing, you know!" she piped cheerfully, stopping in front of me … You really wouldn't have known she had just performed for a couple hours in front of a large crowd from the way she was skipping along.

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, I know, but I wanted to watch. You did a great job."

"Ehehe~ thanks!" she rubbed the back of her head, looking a bit flattered and embarrassed, "Did you like it?"

"Yes, it was fun. You were really enjoying yourself up there, weren't you? Your fans were going crazy."

"Yep! But they were cheering for you, too!"

… Oh yeah... the moment Miku and I appeared on stage together... the cheers were so loud...

…I was so surprised that I nearly fell over.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the changing rooms. Again, she was greeted lovingly by her staff along the way.

Within the changing rooms, I could see closets bursting with outfits. Those were all of Miku's outfits.

Though I performed in this live, I only had my usual outfit. It made sense, since I only had a few songs to sing, one of which was a duet with Miku. It was too bad we didn't wear the usual outfit from the PV for it, though...

I found myself admiring them.

"I'm sure you'll have beautiful outfits for your next live!"

I turned to her to respond but froze for a moment when I had realized Miku had already started changing. I tried to look away as casually as possible, "Y-yeah, that'd be nice... though I can't wear outfits as cute as yours."

She looked at me and pouted a bit. Too cute.

"You can wear more beautiful, sexy, and elegant styles than me, though! And there are other cute and cool styles that suit you more than me."

Since Miku had a habit of dragging me, if I were found to be available, along with her wherever she went, we shared a large changing room. My things didn't take up much space in any case. I shuffled over to my side quietly to change.

Miku slipped over and poked me in the chest, pouting with a bit of envy in her eyes.

"Wha?"

"Must be nice... having a bigger chest..." She looked up at me.

"Well..." I blushed a little, "it's not as though I wanted them this way..." I hurriedly slipped on my top and looked over at her, "So... did you want to go out for dinner or come over for a meal again? You've got tomorrow off, don't you?"

Though we have meals at my house often, I always have to muster up some courage to ask.

"Yay! A home cooked meal! Let's have a sleepover!" … Wait, what? Sleepover?

I tried to smile as calmly as possible without giving away my excitement.

We took my car to my house.

...

"Ojamashimaaaa~su!" Miku called out as she entered after me.

I tidied up our shoes and headed on into the kitchen, "I'll get dinner started. You can take a bath first if you'd like." I tied my apron on, looking over at her.

"You're so boring, Luka!"

"Eh?"

"You're supposed to say... 'Would you like a bath first, dinner... or...'" she posed, "'... me?'"

I nearly died.

"Wh-whaa..."

"Teehee~ Luka, you're so cute!" … That's my line!

Miku hopped over into the kitchen with me, "I'll help!"

"Oh no you don't. You've had a long day!"

"Well, I want to...!" Miku pouted.

I approached her, looked down at her as she stared back defiantly, placed a hand on her shoulder while leaning down... then spun her around by the shoulders, guiding her into the living room, "At least go watch some T.V. if you don't want a bath yet."

She pouted again and crossed her arms while plopping herself onto the couch, "Fine...!"

Miku, you're too cute for your own good...

As she watched the evening show, I prepared dinner.

...

"Smells gooooood~" Miku wandered over, setting her chin down on the kitchen counter while observing.

"It's just about done." I looked over my shoulder at her and smiled. She grinned.

She skipped over to the dining table and began to set the utensils. When she sat down, I brought dinner over, setting a plate in front of her.

"Uwaa~ my favorite! Negitoro pasta!" She had the biggest grin on her face and looked as though she were about to drool. Haha.

I set my plate down and headed over to the fridge, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh! Uhmmmm... some juice, if you've got some!"

Sighing with a smile, I brought over her favorite mix of vegetable juice while setting down a glass of milk for myself. As I sat and looked over at her, she gave me a knowing grin.

"... W-what?"

"You always keep some in your fridge for me, don't you?"

Yes, I'm guilty of doing so, but only because you come over so often! And it isn't as though it were unhealthy either... though, that doesn't make it any less weirder. I smiled at her in response.

At the end of the meal, Miku looked to be in utter bliss, "Thish wash shooo guuuud~!"

Ah... so cute, but I must...

"Miku, don't talk with your mouth full."

"Ehehe~" She rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

...

I called out to Miku as I washed the dishes, "You can go and take a bath now if you'd like!"

"I'll go after this show~" she responded, staring at the T.V.

She's like a child sometimes.

"I'll take a bath first, then."

"Okay~!"

...

With my hair tied up, I sank into the bath and sighed, turning my head from side to side to get out some of the kinks in my neck.

I leaned back and looked up at the foggy ceiling, sighing and smiling as I remembered the day's events.

"That was great... as I thought, Miku is amazing."

I slid further in as my mood dampened.

"Miku is so cute... A normal girl... how could she ever accept my feelings? Something really must be wrong with me." I sighed softly.

Suddenly, the door slid open, with a very cute and rather nude Miku peeking in. I nearly slipped under the water in surprise. I sat up, but then remembered my nakedness and covered myself by sinking back into the bath a bit, "Y-yes?"

She slipped in and slid the door shut behind her, "Ah, I was going to wash your back, but it looks like you've already finished washing..."

I blushed a little, "Oh, well, would you like me to help you wash your back for you?"

Miku's eyes lit up, "Really?" And so she got to washing her hair, wrapping it up, and washing the rest of herself dutifully, sitting herself down with her back facing me.

The rare times she's had me help scrub her back have always been torturous. Her back is so smooth and white... toned from the dance routines she performs for her lives. I can't help but try to take it all in with my eyes each time I wash her back.

...

I sank back into the bath in relief as she rinsed off, "Well, I'll get out now."

Miku pouted again while stepping in, "But your bath is so big! Let's take it easy together. We've both had a long day!"

Oh, Miku, please stop torturing me...!

She sat opposite of me, sighing as she relaxed.

I looked away a little, afraid I might stare, or at least... get caught staring.

"Did you have fun today?"

I turned my eyes towards her and smiled, "Yeah, it was great performing in front of such an audience! I've never done that before in such a large venue."

"You did really well! I could have done that twirl at the beginning a bit more elegantly like you did, but I guess I'm not as graceful as you..." Miku tilted her head to the side in thought, looking up a bit with one finger on her chin.

I blinked in surprise, "That's not true! You did wonderfully!"

Miku seemed to perk up at the praise, "Ehe~"

After talking about our day's work, we both finally got out of the bath.

She left her hair untied.

I headed into the kitchen again, calling out to her, "Miku, did you want any pudding?"

She came bouncing into the kitchen, "Pudding!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Heh, yeah, still such a child at heart.

We sat ourselves in front of the TV, watching whatever was playing on NHK while enjoying our pudding. An entertainment report was on.

[And to our next news, we have Ms. Tanaka reporting on the successful Hatsune Miku concert earlier today!]

The camera panned over to the news anchor who was surrounded by hordes of Miku's fans, though there were also a couple of other fans of those of us also in the Vocaloid group.

We both nearly spat our precious dessert out onto the poor TV, looking at each other incredulously before we started laughing. It was always weird for either of us to see any mention of us on TV, no matter how long we've been idols.

Clips of various parts of the concerts played on the screen.

"Ahaha, hey, Rin almost tripped there!" I pointed to the part where Rin nearly lost her balance, though it was hardly noticeable to the fans.

Miku giggled, "Ah, there's the part where I almost forgot my lyrics!"

I stared at her in mock disbelief, "You almost forgot?"

She shoved my arm gently, "Hey! It happens!"

Suddenly we heard the TV nearly explode in screams and turned our heads to look, "Oh, our duet! Wow, everyone was so loud when it started!"

I nodded, "We did well."

Indeed we did. Being able to perform with her was one of the best feelings ever, with the live band jamming behind us and the crowd roaring.

We watched the rest of the concert clips with a sense of fondness.

Fluffy, fluff, fluff, fluff, flufffffffffffffffffffffffff...

I was having the hardest time with the formatting and had to compromise a couple things. Oh well.

Otsukaresama deshita = Sorry that you are tired (literally), but mostly said in a way of "Good work!" (This is said to another person when they've finished a job or a big task, then said in return by that person.)

Ojamashimasu = Sorry for intruding. (This is said when entering another person's home.)