Mytho leaned in to kiss Ahiru once again and they locked lips, falling into a rhythm of moving lips. He placed his hands on her hips and tilted his head, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Both of their faces were lit up in a dark blush, as neither of them had even imagined something like this could happen.

Ahiru laid down on Mytho's bed, pulling the white-haired man down with her. He leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands, which were situated on either side of her head. He pulled away from the kiss and moved his head down to kiss her neck. Ahiru let out a small giggle, lightly pushing him away. "Th-that tickles!" she laughed as he smiled and continued doing it. He finally stopped after she had yelled about being close to peeing, and smiled down at her. She continued giggling a little bit, looking up at him as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, nuzzling her head into his neck. "I… I'm glad you feel the same about me as I do for you…" she said, her face turning red. "I just, um, I was nervous and thought you'd think I was weird for liking you as more than a friend… Not that I think you're weird! I just thought that maybe you thought I was weird! Or something! I don't know, you're just really nice and I figured you were just nice to everyone and that I was looking into it too much-" Mytho put his finger up to her lips to silence her. When he pulled it away, he kissed her again.

"You ramble a lot…" he smiled sheepishly.

Ahiru nodded, smiling and blushing. "You're right…"

The two laid side by side, looking into each other's eyes for a moment before Ahiru nuzzled her face into his chest. "I can't wait until I can dance…" she said, "I'm nervous about everyone watching me, but I really want to… I want to look brave in front of others… I want to win that competition, and I want to win…" she paused and blushed. "...I want to win your heart…" She stuffed her face in his chest so he couldn't see her red face.

He chuckled, looking down at her. "Ahiru…" he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "You already have it. From the moment I saw your eyes and how they so clearly expressed every emotion you were feeling, I was captivated… I know it's probably too early to say this, and too rushed, but Ahiru… I lo-" he was cut off by the shrill ringing of his cell phone.

He sat up, and Ahiru did as well. He answered the phone and then rolled his amber eyes before hanging up. "Telemarketer. Back to what I was saying…" the phone rang once again and he picked up, getting uncharacteristically angry. "I don't want what you're selling!" He went to hang up but stopped when a voice spoke at the other end. His mouth hung open and when the voice stopped, he clicked "end call". He then quickly stood up and pulled on a pair of pants and a jacket. "Something happened to Fakir, so I have to go. Feel free to stay the night here, or I can give you a ride home…" Ahiru shook her head and stood up.

"I'm fine, worry about your friend. I don't know what happened, but I hope he's alright…" she gave him a kiss on the cheek and he nodded, holding on to her for a moment before rushing out.

Ahiru flopped back down on his bed and closed her eyes. She didn't really mean to, she wanted to stay up in case Mytho came home and needed to talk, but she soon fell asleep.

In the morning, Mytho was finally back at his house after helping Fakir with a cold. He kicked his shoes off and walked back to his room, jumping back when he saw someone was already in his bed. Then he remembered that Ahiru had stayed there last night. He looked around his room, suddenly embarrassed that she had slept in his dirty room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling down at her sleeping face. She looked so unburdened and carefree.

Mytho gently brushed her bangs away from her face and kissed her forehead. She stirred slightly but remained sleeping. The only change was she was smiling now. Mytho grinned and kissed her cheek, then her other cheek. "Ahiru…" he whispered. "Ahiru, wake up." She wiggled around, pulling the covers further up on her body, and fell back asleep. He sighed, smiling. She was hopeless. He pecked her nose, and both of her eyelids before talking again. "Ahiru… Come on, you're going to be late for class." As soon as he had said that she shot up, almost slamming her forehead into his.

"What?!" she yelled.

Mytho chuckled. "Sleepyhead. It's 7:30 am… You'll be late if you sleep any longer…"

Ahiru nodded and stood up. "Aw, I don't have time to run home to grab any clothes!" she smacked her hand to her forehead. "I should've thought ahead…" She looked down at her yellow short shorts and white tank top with ducklings all over it, then her eyes travelled down to the floor, and to a white bag with pink ballet shoe pins all over it and she recognized it as Tutu's bag, and remembered that she had dropped off some clothes in the event that Ahiru would have stayed the night. Ahiru, for once, was glad her sister was a spaz and thought out every scenario. "Oh wait, Tutu left me some clothes… Hehe, oops…"

She bent over to pick up the bag, then rummaged through it, her face going from hopeful to grim. "Ohh! I can't believe her!"

"What?" Mytho asked, thoroughly confused.

"She gave me the clothes she bought for me, that I didn't want to wear… It's too cute for me to pull off…" She deflated, frowning. "I guess I have to choose though… I'll be right back…"

She walked to the bathroom, her shoulders slumped down. She pulled the outfit out of the bag and put it on. She was grateful Tutu at least kept to Ahiru's preferred colors. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, figuring that with this outfit it'd be better to do something other than her usual braid, so she pinned her long hair up into two buns on the sides of her head.

She stepped back out to Mytho's room looking down at the ground shyly as Mytho's jaw dropped.

She had on a pair of dark blue high-waisted shorts, a yellow crop top with fringe and a picture of a duckling, orange thigh-highs, black heeled converse, an orange velvet choker, and a pair of duckling earrings. In the bag, Tutu had even left some makeup, which Ahiru put on to an extent but she refused the dark red lipstick and the orange eyeshadow palette. "I feel like I look so… stupid…" Ahiru huffed, blushing.

"No!" Mytho cleared his throat, blushing. "I mean- no… You look beautiful. You look beautiful no matter what you're wearing…"

"You really think so…?" Ahiru asked, blushing even darker.

Mytho nodded. "Of course. Do you… want me to walk you to campus…?"

Ahiru nodded. "I'd love that!"

AN: No chapter title because I'm running out of ideas. If you would like to suggest one for this chapter, feel free! :D I'm also thinking of starting another story set in this universe that just has a bunch of cute oneshots between Ahiru and Mytho. What do you guys think~?