I will be honest, i had this ready before chrismast holidays, but i wanted to update all the stories togheter... Sorry... hope you like it and leave a small review!

"So… This is your place…" Ryuko stated, coming inside Senketsu's apartment slowly. It was a normal place like any others, but it was bigger than the one in which Ryuko lived. After all, she just had a small apartment inside the campus, composed by a bathroom, a bedroom and a dining room which worked as a living room too. That was the first time she went to visit him because she never had the opportunity, but now she grew curious about it. There were a few main differences between Senketu's apartment and hers: The first one was the number of rooms and the second was their size. There were four rooms, which were a little bigger than the ones in Ryuko's place. Another difference was, obviously, the furniture. Not very expensive, but good enough to be very comfortable.
"Come in, don't stand on the door!" Senketsu said with a smile. Taking her backpack, he led her inside, towards the kitchen. "So… What do you want to eat?" He asked placing her backpack on the couch in another room.

"I will just take a sandwich… I don't want to bother you…" Ryuko answered with a low voice, but loud enough to be heard, while sitting down at the table.
"Understood, pasta for the young lady!" Senketsu replied with a goofy smile while beginning to prepare everything he needed.

"What?" Ryuko shouted, placing her hands on the table and standing up, leaning lightly on them. "I said…"

"I know what you said, Matoi." Senketsu stated extremely serious. "And I will not allow you to get away from here with just a sandwich. Mako told me that yesterday evening you ate very little. Now you are going to eat a good lunch, so sit down and wait."

Ryuko slowly did what he said. Senketsu never used her last name. Not when he addressed her, nor when they first met. Never. If he had used it, it meant that whatever she was going to say, he was going to do what he thought to be right. "Thank you…" She whispered.

"For what? Caring about your health?" Senketsu asked turning to show the same goofy smile of before.

"For everything…" Ryuko stated with a sad look on her face, sitting down another time. Again, Senketsu pierced through her pride, convincing her that it wasn't wrong to ask for help when needed.

"Don't worry." He waved his hand, trying to cheer her up. "Come on Ryuko, you are not this kind of girl. You are the one always ready to pick a fight and strong enough to beat a couple of bigger guys without problems! Moreover, you are our sniper! You never miss a shot when you are inside our enemy's area."
Ryuko smiled. "Yeah... You're right… But I always felt sad when I couldn't handle my problems alone…" A small growl for her stomach stopped her from her current speech. She chuckled a little, amused by this. "Come on, chef! Show me what you can do! If you are not going to let me go without a good lunch, then I won't complain!" She said with her usual energy.

"Aaand you are back!" Senketsu laughed hearing her friend back at full energy. "Get ready, then! Your meal is almost done!"

….

"Hell, if I knew you were this skilled at cooking I would have come to your place earlier." Ryuko said sinking in the passenger seat of Senketsu's car. After eating what seemed to be the best lunch in her life, Senketsu reminded her that she had to go to the gym since it was wednesday. Ryuko wasn't surprised at all about him knowing when she had to go there since she always asked him to remember her in first place. After taking a small break in which Ryuko rested a little on the couch, they took the car and went back towards the college, since it was standing right before the gym.

"I told you that it would have been the best meal of your life!" Senketsu chuckled. However, he soon turned serious. "Ryuko, I already told you today, as well as every day from back there…" He said referring to the day in which he discovered that her father died. "You can count on me. Do not refrain from asking me some help."

"Thank you." She replied lightly grazing her neck near the scar. "This really means a lot for me." The way in which he took care of her every single day always made her think about her father and the days she spent with him. Sure, they weren't the closest family since he worked a lot and she always lived in the dorms, but there were a lot of memories she shared with him. Calls, messages, birthdays, holidays…

"Habit." He called out without even facing her.

"Yeah… Right…" She stammered realizing that he was referring to her habit of scratching that spot when she had these kind of thoughts. "I should really get rid of this."

"Why? I think it's something nice. It's something unique. Something yours." Senketsu frowned. "I mean, this habit is something nice. Not the scar. Scars are bad…"

"Oh, shut up! I know what you meant!" Ryuko said before chuckling a little. She didn't know if it was Mako's influence or not, but if Senketsu's train of thoughts wasn't stopped soon, he would have ended up with a strange speech. Not as strange as Mako's ones, but still strange.

They passed the rest of the trip laughing and poking at each other. Eventually, they reached their destination and Senketsu left Ryuko to her trainings. Waving a hand, she went inside the building. Her trainer was going to kill her if she was late once more. Quickly reaching the lockers and changing in her team uniform, she thought about Senketsu's words.

You can count on me.

He just wanted her to trust him. That didn't mean she wasn't. Of course she trusted him. But it was meaning a different thing: He was asking her to listen to him and to let him take care of her. It was hard for her since she basically grew alone, taking care of herself. However, she was going to give it a try. She owned him at least this.

"Matoi! What are you doing here?" She heard the voice of her trainer scold her. And in the same annoying way Gamagoori used too. "Come here, your schedule should have started fifteen minutes ago!" As he said these words, Ryuko rolled her eyes and quickly approached her trainer.

"Come on, Sanageyama! Give me a break!" She said. But Sanageyama wasn't going to do that. Instead, he gave her the schedule and pushed her towards the first gym equipment.

"Break is a word that doesn't exist in my vocabulary! Now move on! I want you fully warmed up! Your sparring partner is already waiting for you!" He said crossing his arms once they reached their destination. Even if he was just twenty years old, he was asked by both the student council president and the other trainers to help inside the gym, which obviously was a part of the college field.

"She will have to wait a little more then! I ate like fifteen minutes ago!" She complained. Looking at her schedule, she noticed that her training program was harder than usual. Suspiciously looking back at Sanageyama, she pointed to the paper, rising an eyebrow. "What the fuck is this? I'm not ready for this kind of exercises! Mind to explain?"

Sanageyama sighed exasperate. Placing his hands in his green hair, he sighed heavily. "I'm tired of hearing this pitiful excuse! You are more than ready! You should have started that program one month ago! Now, less complains and more work!" He said pointing a finger towards her.

Ryuko held back her curses and did what she was told. At the beginning, it was quite hard for her to adjust at the new exercises. She was still tired for the restless night and her digestion began a couple of minutes before, redirecting a huge amount of her energy towards her stomach. However, Sanageyama was right: The more she warmed up and the easier it became for her to follow her schedule.

"I'm not going to admit it." She thought, drinking some water from the bottle that Sanageyama always prepared her. "Unless he is going to be a little kinder. I hate when he and Gamagoori speak to me like that!"

"Matoi!" Sanageyama called out. This time, however, he wasn't shouting angrily. "Are you done here? Hand me you schedule please." He asked, taking the paper. Quickly checking it, he saw that Ryuko needed to do one last exercise, then she was free to meet her sparring partner. "Alright, follow me, this time I will help you."

Ryuko did as told and Sanageyama led her towards another gym equipment. She knew very well how it worked. Why would Sanageyama help her? Moreover, the number of series wasn't written on her program, nor the weight either. "Sanageyama, I know how this one works. Just tell me both weight and series and I will do them. I don't need a babysitter." She complained.

"I know that!" Sanageyama answered back. "But I need to understand how much weight you can handle before I can leave you alone!" Seeing that Ryuko just blinked deadpanning, he sighed once again. "Just do what I say, got it?" He asked, earning a hesitant nod from her.

That equipment consisted in a small vertical structure than was needed as a guide for the weights. Simply put, she had to place the weights on a bar, position herself under it and push the bar with her shoulders, trying to sit down and stand up using her legs. It wasn't the first time she did it, but Sanageyama never assisted her.

Positioning herself, she began lifting the weights. "Alright… Let's start" She said. It wasn't heavy at all, and she was sure that she could handle it with just one hand.

"Good. Now, I will keep adding weight to them. I need you to tell me when you have troubles and when you can't lift it at all. And do not even try to lie! This is not a joke! Got it?" He said, shouting at the end to make sure that she was listening.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever…" Ryuko answered, placing the weights back on the supporters. She really wanted to kick his ass, but she knew she couldn't: First, he was her trainer. He could give her an impossible schedule and pretend her to do it every day instead of two times at week. Second, he was a member of the student council and the president happened to be the daughter of the owner of the college, so he was virtually untouchable. Third, even if she was going to ignore the consequences, she was tired, while he was fresh and well rested. He would have grounded her without problems.

Sanageyama placed some new weights and asked her to lift them. They were heavy, but she could handle them. Sanageyama nodded and, when Ryuko placed back the bar, he added some weight more. This time, she was having some trouble and she needed to push more to lift them. Sanageyama eventually added some weight more, just to be sure, and saw that Ryuko was struggling very hard to lift them. Writing down the results, Sanageyama helped Ryuko to place the weights back on the supporters and took off some weight, telling her she was now ready for the exercise. Taking her paper, she saw that he wrote every last missing information. She frowned a little: The weight was a little less than the second step she tried to lift, while the series were less than usual.

"You will need to get used to that weight before you can start with the real exercise." He said before she could even open her mouth. "We will increase it when you will be ready." And with that, he left to do his own training program.

Ryuko blinked a couple of times once again. She had the feeling that he lied her, but she shook it away. Turning around and resuming her training, she wondered why he lowered the amount of work she had to do for that exercise. She remembered pretty well seeing him shouting to a student who asked for an easier exercise , before making it even harder than before. Why should he actually help her? Sighing heavily, she decided to drop the topic. She couldn't bash her head on something that she didn't know. Moreover, she was very tired. If she was going to finish her trainings earlier, then she would rest more.
Once done, she went towards a nearby door. Her shoulder ached a little, so she needed to rotate them a while. Her muscles were heavy and tired. How was she supposed to fight her sparring partner?

Sighing, she opened the door. The other girl was already standing in the middle of the room, knelt down on both her knees and patiently waiting for her opponent. She was wearing a white tank top, which left her abdomen and her arms exposed, and a pair of white gym trousers. "Too much white…" Ryuko thought. She then dropped her backpack near the door and slowly went in front of her, taking her same position.

"You are late." The girl said with her eyes closed. How could she know about her surroundings without opening her eyes was something that always bothered Ryuko.

"Yeah, yeah, I was eating with a friend and we lost track of the time." Ryuko answered waving a hand. "Just to let you know, I'm quite worn out… Mind finishing this quickly, Kyruin?" She wanted to finish this as soon as possible, so she could go back at home and rest for a while… But obviously, Satsuki had other plans.

"I don't know how your acknowledging of your tiredness will make this finish quick, Matoi… Are you trying to imply a small request for an easier training?" Satsuki questioned with a cold and commanding tone and without opening her eyes. "If that's so, then I must disappoint you. Last time I taught you all the remaining basis. Now we will start with something more advanced." She said bowing lightly.

"And here I thought you had an heart…" Ryuko muttered rolling her eyes and bowing too. That seriously wasn't a good day.

I wanted to update this yesterday, but Karma (read "Final Fantasy") got in the way ahahah
There is a new chapter for the other stories too, check them please!