Kyousuke's peaceful day came to an abrupt end when his door swung open with a mean-looking girl standing in its place.

"You! You better not try anything funny or else!" She threatened before storming off, him really bewildered by her sudden words or actions. As he rose from his bed a head popped out from the doorframe, complete with twin tails and a mischievous grin.

"Hey there!" She greeted, to which he responded with a "hey" before she let herself in.

"Any particular reason you're here today?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm as he clearly knew her motives, eyeing her from head to toe.

"Oh, you like what you see?" She noticed his stare and struck a pose but, despite her clothes being along the lines of fashionable (at least, he thought they were since she was Kirino's friend), her childish personality (and figure, though he dare not mention) made her come off more of somewhat cute than appealing. "If you want to try this out for a change, I'm willing to give you a sample."

"I'll have to pass on that." He waved her off, their familiarity with each other letting her overlook it as an insult and more of a compliment. "Anyway, you came for that again, right?"

"Skipping to the best part? Jeez, you're no fun." The girl pouted, handing him a bento wrapped in its usual red cloth. As he took it out and removed the lid, he wasn't all that surprised to see what was inside.

"Omelet, huh?" He took the chopsticks and picked up a piece, but as he was about to put it in his mouth he saw her expression.

She wasn't all that happy that he was going to taste her cooking. The first times she brought him something she practically shoved it in his mouth (and at times literally, making Kirino think they had something going on at one instance she saw them), but as each meeting passed she stayed longer than before. They would chat hours on end, or more like Kanako going on about her day as he listened to her stories.

He didn't mind though. She had some matters that he thought were too personal to share with him, but she brushed it off saying there was no one else to talk about it to.

Which reminded him of her family. She hadn't been in good terms with her parents as of late...

"Well? Eat it so I can get off your back and head home already." She said snidely, cheek puffed in annoyance. Kyousuke sighed upon getting the hint, he set down the chopsticks and patted the space on the bed beside him.

"No need to rush. Wanna sit and talk first?" Her mood instantly changed from gloomy to a brighter, happier one as she skipped and sat to his right.

"I thought you'd never ask!" She grinned cheekily. Good grief, he thought. Her smile was infectious.

The day seemed to pass by in a few minutes as they whiled away, talking just about anything. Once Kanako saw the orange tint of the sky she knew it was nearly time to go home.

"Quick, have a taste before I go!" She pushed the bento and chopsticks onto his hands and waited anxiously. He took a piece and placed it in his mouth, chewing it carefully to relish the flavor. After swallowing he cleared his throat and gave a moment to think before giving his verdict.

"It's a bit overcooked," he commented, jabbing another piece before taking it and inspecting it closely. "Also it tastes a little too salty. For my preference, at least. Not bad though, keep that in mind and I'm sure the next batch is bound to be better."

"Oh really now? I was sure I got this one down properly since I poured my heart and soul into it... But you're the judge, so alright." She thanked him for his feedback as she packed the bento away and stood up to leave. "I really had a wonderful time. I'll do a better job next time, okay? Since you're looking forward to it, Kyousuke~" She did Meruru's pose and gave him a knowing wink as if she read right through him, making the boy blush.

"Y-yeah, I'm guess so." He looked away to hide his face, even though he knew it was useless.

Once she had left Kyousuke returned to lazing around, lying back on his bed to think if lying about her perfect omelet for what most likely was the nth time the right thing to do. Had he said the truth she might have visited less often, or even stopped altogether. Thinking about it filled him with a strange feeling of dread, and he guessed she didn't want things to end too.

"Oh well," he closed his eyes, an image of her last pose instilled in his mind, wink smile and all. She needed someone to keep her company and he fitted it perfectly just like her manager post. He enjoyed having her around as well anyway, not to mention the food sampling was a bonus.

"It's a win-win for the both of us."

A/N: They say half a truth is a whole lie, but you can't make omelet without breaking a few eggs.