A/N: I know this isn't my longest chapter, but I didn't want too much happening at once. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for all the reviews. :)

Kurisu woke up in a cocoon of blankets. She had slept better than expected. Okabe's bed seemed to be rarely used, though comfortable. His shirt had a faint scent of his cologne that she could smell on him if she was standing particularly close to him. God, she thought, I'm in Okabe's bed, wearing Okabe's shirt. She chuckled a bit to herself; in any other situation, it looked like a one-night-stand.

Nope. She was not going to start thinking about one-night-stands, especially not with Okabe. She yawned, stretching her arms out and arching her back. After a few minutes of lingering, she managed to get herself out of bed, putting on some slippers and walking into the living room. She expected Okabe to still be asleep, but he was awake, searching through the fridge. "Morning," she yawned.

"Oh, good morning, Christina," he said. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed. I hope it wasn't too much of a problem."

"It's nothing," he insisted.

"Well, with such long legs, I expected you to be hanging off the couch," she nudged him. "Don't you have a coffee maker?"

"No, I don't. I don't drink coffee much."

She gasped. "No coffee? How do you wake up?"

"Not with coffee, I suppose."

"Well, I'm going out to get some. Do you want anything?"

"Why not. Two sugars, no cream."

She made a face. "Bitter!"

"It wakes you up, doesn't it?"

She sighed and walked back to his bedroom, slipping on her clothes from the day before. God, this really does look like a one-night-stand, she thought, zipping up her jacket. She slung her purse over her shoulder and left the apartment, walking to a small cafe. She usually got coffee at the shop in her hotel, but she found little cafes quaint. It reminded her of America.

She ordered her coffee-an iced coffee with caramel, and Okabe's. Not many people were out on the streets yet; stores were just opening after long nights. It felt like a lazy summer morning-just the kind that Kurisu liked. She didn't get to be lazy very often (to be fair, she didn't want to be, she liked to be busy most of the time), but today felt like a good day to be just a little lazy.

She walked back into the apartment. "I'm back."

"I almost expected you to say, 'Honey, I'm home,' like in American TV shows," he said, now at the computer desk again. She twisted her face up.

"Shut up, Okabe, or I'll dump your coffee," she threatened, setting it down on his desk.

"Hmm, you could be my assistant!" he said suddenly. "The assistant to the mad scientist…"

"I got you coffee once, and now you're calling me your assistant?" she crossed her arms. "Don't push it."

"I didn't say all you would do is get my coffee! You could help with important experiments."

She rolled her eyes. "Like what?"

He stalled. "Uh…"

"Thought so."

"You can't push questions onto me like that, assistant! A mad scientist carefully plans out every single experiment!"

She made a funny face. "Um, I thought mad scientists were more spontaneous. You might need to reevaluate that, Hououin Kyouma."

He groaned. "My assistant is insufferable...but she was so kind to get me coffee, so I'll keep her around."

Kurisu turned her back to him, not wanting him to see the little smile on her face. He was pretty insufferable himself, but she didn't mind sticking around...most of the time.

She was scrolling through her phone for about ten minutes before she heard him scream.

It was a sound that shocked her. Usually guys were teased for how they screamed, but she wanted to jump out of her seat. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine, I just," his voice cracked. She rushed to his side. The coffee cup was knocked over, and Okabe was holding his hand to his chest, eyes welling. Kurisu felt a rush of sympathy. "I spilled my coffee on my hand and it's scalding. And it's all over my keyboard."

She took his hand in hers. "Your hand is burned. Let's run it under some cold water." She lead him to the sink and put his hand under a stream of cold water. Okabe clenched his teeth. "I know it stings."

"Maybe you're a good assistant after all," he said with a pained smile.

"Don't be a smartass. There's lots of incidents like this during labs and stuff. It's no big deal," she said nonchalantly as she inspected the burn. "It looks like it's gonna blister. Where do you keep your bandages?"

"In the cupboard."

She rummaged around for awhile. "Hmm, stick bandages aren't good for blisters."

"Then cut the sticky part off," he said.

She grinned. "Good idea!" Despite his pain, Okabe laughed. The sign of a true scientist; excited by little ideas, he mused.

She placed a bandage on the reddened skin, wrapping it up in some gauze. "It should be fine in a couple days. Just...don't do it again, okay?"

"I'm worried about my keyboard. I spilled a boiling beverage all over it!" he groaned.

She sighed. "I get it, but I'm more worried about you getting injured than your keyboard."

"Well, I-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence, "Wait. Christina…"

"That's not my name. What?"

"You're worried about me?"

She huffed and turned her back to him. "Well, it would be pretty shitty of me to completely ignore you when you spilled something burning onto yourself right? I'm simply being polite. Don't make such quick assumptions!"

He returned to his demolished keyboard, while Kurisu was frowning and blushing while staring at her phone.

Mayuri came over in the afternoon, and, sharp as a hawk, noticed the gauze on Okabe's hand. "Okarin! What happened?"

"I just spilled some coffee on my hand," he said, scratching his head nervously. Kurisu realized she hadn't seen him look so embarrassed before.

She cooed sadly. "Okarin…"

"I'll be okay, I've had worse."

"You are strong," she carefully patted his bandaged hand. "How was your speech?" she asked, turning to Kurisu.

"It went okay, I guess," she said. "People were very kind to me, being a first time speaker and all."

"I bet you were great! You looked so beautiful too!"

Kurisu brushed off the compliment. "I don't know anything about fashion, I just threw together something that looked good."

"You looked super pretty! Okarin's face was as red as a tomato," she sing-songed.

"Mayuri, don't tease," she said.

"I'm not teasing!" she replied, "It's true."

"You're acting like quite the matchmaker," Okabe commented after clearing his throat. "Are you trying to insinuate something?"

She smiled innocently. "I did say you two would make a good pair."

"We'd bite each other's heads off," Kurisu said.

"You mean well, but you don't quite understand, my dear hostage," he awkwardly patted her head. When Kurisu mustered the courage to look up at him, he was red-faced.

She pouted a little. "I think I understand."

Kurisu was tired and embarrassed and feeling over-socialized. "I should go home. I have an exam tomorrow."

"That's right, summer classes will be over soon," Okabe said, the fear of an unprepared student appearing in his eyes.

"You should study," she smirked, grabbing her bag.

"Don't tell me what to do, assistant," he grumbled.

"I'm not your assistant."

9:09 PM

I'm sorry about what Mayuri was saying earlier. She means well.

9:11 PM

Okabe, I don't mind. She's a sweetheart. If it was Daru saying that stuff, it would've been a different story.

9:12

That's true. Studying hard?

9:14

As always. Aren't you?

9:15

I mean….I'm trying.

9:17

Sure, you could call it that.

9:18

So cruel, assistant. Keep studying, have a good night.

9:19

Ha, I would tell you study hard but it's not like you are.

9:20

:( Mean.

9:22

Oh, Christina, after your test would you like to go out for lunch with me?

9:29

What?!

A/N: Thank you again for reading! xoxox