A/N: And on with today's double upload!

With the final day of the panel to look forward to, Misaki was up early and feeling absolutely elated. As long as everything went smoothly, it would be a complete success. Misaki was glowing with pride as she managed to get through two days without a conflict arising.

Haruhiko was up shortly after, possibly to keep her on track if she was still sleeping or slacking off. "Good morning." He said simply, observing her from the hall.

"Good morning." She replied in an upbeat tone. "Should I make you breakfast?"

"No, take it easy, I'll do it." At that, he approached and took his place in the kitchen. She offered a thankful grin and took a seat on the couch. Her mood was sunny and bright as if she were invincible, something that didn't happen often. While Haruhiko cooked, she checked her messages. Naturally she had her inbox nearly full of texts from her boyfriend, and she decided to mix it up today and actually give him a call. She didn't have anything specific to say to him, but she figured he'd have a lot to say to her.

Her phone barely rung, when a very frantic Usagi answered. "Misaki! How are you? Are you lonely?" His voice sounded strained, as if he hadn't been sleeping. She chuckled as she pictured him with dark circles and wrinkles around his eyes, just like when his deadlines were approaching. After being with him for so long, she'd come to appreciate more of his quirks.

"I'm fine. You sound tired. Have you been sleeping?"

There was a pause, as if he was choosing his words carefully. "I miss you so much. I find it hard to sleep alone."

She chuckled. "Are you enjoying your convention?"

"Oh, it's horrible here. I tried American sushi and it made me sick. The t.v. is terrible, I still don't know how I feel about hotdogs. They'd be better if they were cut to look like octopi…"

She couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes at his child-like whining. "Be an adult already. It's not forever."

"I know, but I'm so lonely. I would love it if you were with me. We could eat bad sushi together, and I could cuddle you…"

"Okay, okay, that's enough." By now she'd had enough of his shenanigans. "I just wanted to call and see how you're doing. Just so you know, this is the last day of my panel."

"Ah, I see, it went well I take it?"

"I don't want to jinx it, but it's been going well so far." She said with pride, wondering if he'd catch on. "I've been told I'll be in a magazine and we've got a slot on the documentary channel too. I'm excited about that."

There was a pause. "I wish I could see that special, but I know it won't be here on American t.v."

"If I see it on I'll record it for you."

"Misaki, have you been working closely with Akira?" His tone shifted to one of worry as he changed the subject abruptly.

"No, not really. I haven't seen him at all during the panel." She lied.

"I love you." He said suddenly.

"Yeah, I know. Talk to you later." She said, abruptly ending the call. In all honesty, she was pleased that he was still going despite sounding tired and needy. She sighed, but felt relaxed.

Meanwhile Haruhiko tried his hardest to pretend not hear her conversation. He knew that she was just having a casual conversation with her boyfriend, but he couldn't help but feel endlessly jealous over it. Even if he knew it wasn't his place to feel such things, he did anyway. So he tried to put those thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on cooking, even if doing so didn't require much of his attention.

"Misaki." He called from the kichen, "your breakfast is ready."

She gave a nod and joined him at the table. Haruhiko observed her good mood and assumed it was because of the conversation she had with his brother. He dismissed the jealous feelings welling up inside him and just ate in silence. Suddenly the situation became awkward.

"Um, you don't have to stick around this time. You can just drop me off and pick me up. Um, didn't you want me to make some plushies anyway? You can go shopping for that while you wait for the panel to finish."

"I already missed one of them, there's no need to miss the other for no reason." He stated plainly, as he really wanted to go.

"I just think it would be more time effective…"

"I wouldn't know what kinds of fabrics to get anyway. It's better if you came with me so I don't get the wrong thing." His tone made it hard to determine if he was being truthful or not. Misaki inferred that he was just being needy, and that this was a ploy to spend more time with her. While he wasn't as blatant about his intentions as his brother was, she knew how the Usamis thought and could read their hidden meanings.

"Alright, after the panel we'll go."

He fell silent then, as if he were thinking hard about something. "Also, I have something planned for us later tonight, if you have the energy for it."

Upon hearing that, she hesitated. It sort of sounded like he was prepositioning her for something naughty, and she wasn't really up for something like that. Though, she was growing increasingly aware of her own sexual need, and even though it was little more than a dull roar right now, she knew that she'd be craving attention after a while. It was all Usagi's fault! He made her into a pervert! Though, she'd never admit that to anyone, especially her pervert of a boyfriend. "What kind of thing?"

There was a silence between them as he turned away. "You'll see." He said ominously, but made no move to elaborate further.

In response, Misaki just rolled her eyes. She'd go along with whatever he was scheming as long as it wasn't too far out of her comfort zone. "Alright, but I get to decide when it's over, and if I even go along with whatever it is you're planning."

"Acceptable." He said with a nod.

After some minor preparation, Misaki was ready for her final day. Haruhiko seemed a little more excited than usual too, despite that not being much. They didn't talk much on their way there, as Misaki was starting to feel nervous again and Haruhiko didn't want to aggravate that.

Her final day went decently well, as far as she was concerned. She got to answer some questions, promote her upcoming book, discuss some of her inspirations. It went by without a problem, and by the end of it they got introduced to some of the new writers that would work for the company.

At the end of the day, she was assigned a mangaka, one of the newly hired recruits to take under wing and guide. It was a little strange, since Misaki was an author, but since they were both going to specialize in girl's love, it seemed like a good fit. The new recruit was named Ikumi, and they only got to talk a little before everyone went home. It seemed like they'd get along, Ikumi was already a fan of Misaki's work, and ran a few ideas by her. It was almost surreal, Misaki never thought she'd be a mentor to anyone.

I'm a mentor? No, more like a coach, or maybe a teacher? No, that doesn't seem right either.

Her face became alight with delight. Haruhiko appeared shortly after to collect her, and immediately noticed her mood. "I take it things went your way?"

"Well, I didn't expect they'd assign a mangaka to work directly under me, but I'm really excited! Next week we're going to discuss plots and characters, she's going to show me some of her drawings…"

"That sounds good." Misaki could have sworn that his mouth curled up for a fraction of a second, but she wasn't sure if it was just a figment of her imagination. "But anyway, let's get going."

"Yeah." She said with a jovial nod. Despite what she thought earlier, she wasn't tired at all. In fact, her mood was flying so high that she was actually feeling a pang of excitement for whatever dubious thing Haruhiko had planned.