Title: An Encounter with Embarrassment
Pairing: Fuuko Kirisawa x Tokiya Mikagami
Rating: T
Theme: #3 – Jolt!
Word Count: 720
Warnings: OOC-ness..? I don't really know what to make of this. Heh. :P No one proofread this, so all the errors are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't and won't ever own FoR. Sometimes, I wish I do though. :P

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He is surprisingly careless.

At least, that's what she thinks now that she's sitting on his sofa, holding a bag of chips while watching the getsu9 show on Fuji TV.

Tokiya opens the bathroom door and steps outside. Hearing the sound of a door being opened, she turns her head, about to say a greeting. But the moment she catches sight of him, the words dissolve and her eyes widen.

Suddenly, a gasp echoes through the walls of Tokiya's humble abode. He, in turn, takes a step back in surprise. Surely, he isn't just imagining things, right? And as an afterthought, why in heaven's name will this scenario cross his mind, anyway? He looks at her with disbelieving eyes. And as an afterthought to that after thought, what the hell is she doing at his home, sitting on his sofa and eating his chips, getting all comfy?!

"Kirisawa…"

Mikagami. Naked. Truth is, he's only half-naked, but the fact that his lower body is only covered by a loosely wrapped towel clouds her perception of the real world. She stares at him in horror… and in awe. She was just innocently having a relaxing time. She just wanted to innocently give him a surprise visit (even if she knew he wouldn't like it, but that's the fun part).

"Kirisawa!" He says loudly. How many times does he need to call her to snap out of shock?

She regains her senses in that last one. "Erm. Y-yo, Mi-chan..!"

"What do you mean 'yo'?!" Mikagami says in a dangerous tone. "How in the world did you get in?!"

"I-I was… well… I k-knocked on the door a hundred times, b-but there was n-no answer! The d-door was open s-so…" She says, wanting to avoid stuttering but failing horribly. Well, a thousand girls will want to trade places with her. She was in a position where she doesn't know if she should be sorry or embarrassed… or honored, for that matter.

"I was taking a bath!" He retorts, vexed at her utter boldness. Not that he is without fault. He did leave the door open. He was, and still is, preoccupied with a lot of things.

Fuuko takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'm sorry, Mi-chan. Won't happen again. Pinky swear!" She says, shooting him a sheepish smile but giving him a v-sign anyway. "Err… Want some chips?"

She is offering him his chips. HIS chips! Giving an exasperated sigh, he takes the junk food away from her hands.

"H-hey! Sorry, okay? If I had known it would turn out like this…" Would she really have passed up the chance to see him bare-chested, donning a wet look? She may not be one of his fan girls, but damn it, she recognizes a good-looking, well-built person when she sees one.

Mikagami sits down on his couch and completely ignores her. She tries to catch his attention by changing the subject and talking about senseless things he thinks only monkeys find interesting. Fuuko would've continued the maddening monologue until the next century when she notices something after reaching the first twenty minutes of their very lively companionship. The girl bites her lip.

"Err, Mi-chan?"

No answer.

"Mi-chan..?"

He continues to watch the getsu9 program.

"Mi-chan~~" She calls again in a sing-song manner. It's almost as if she knows something that may endanger his pride.

…Even so, still no response.

"MI-CHAN!"

He looks at her with impatience.

The girl smirks as if she'd just trapped a fox in a cage. He narrows his eyes, apparently still annoyed at the intrusion. "Keep it short."

"Is that the new trend now?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"I guess it isn't."

"What?"

Now we're talking.

Fuuko puts on the knowing look, and all of the sudden, she stands up, pats his shoulder, then takes the chips away from him, grinning.

"If you keep that up, I might just try to kiss you... So put some clothes on, you might catch a cold."

Then, it's his turn to look petrified and, now more so than ever, stoic… in quite the literal sense.

Mikagami Tokiya runs up the stairs, probably faster than the one who holds the record as the fastest sprinter. Hearing the sound of a wardrobe being opened, Kirisawa Fuuko smirks in satisfaction.

"Now.. Let's see… Oh, crap! The show's finished!"

Here's the 10th one. I can't believe I made it to ten! Hehe. Celebrate with me. ;)

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