Omake #11

Ami is not a house wife

It was nearly time to fly to California for Summer, but Kyoya had come down with a cold. He stayed in his room and was self medicating. He was sure within a few days he'd get much better. He texted Ami, telling her he'd have to take a rain check on their afternoon date. Minutes later, there was rapid knocking on his door and he opened it and stepped aside as Ami rushed in with bags of groceries.

"Kyo, you can't be sick! We're leaving in a few days!" she went into his kitchen and started setting things up. "Get in your pajamas, and I'll fix you something."

"I've been sick before, Ami. I can take care of myself." He smiled at her as she rushed around.

"As your future wife, I should learn to take care of you when you're ill! And our kids! And me…My dad always took care of me. So I'll pay it forward! Now change into your pajamas!" she snapped at him. Kyoya did as he was demanded and changed as Ami prepped the kitchen.

Andie…how do I heat up soup?

She waited for her friend to text her back while she did her best to figure out how to open a can. If anyone saw her struggling like this, she'd never live this down.

It's called a microwave, Ami…

But like…how do I use it? Do I put the whole can in?

Jesus please don't do that. Put it in a bowl and then heat it up.

Ami did as Andie suggested and heated the soup up. When she tasted it the first time, it was cold, and the second time, a bit too hot! She spilled the hot soup all over her shirt and quickly pulled her shirt off.

"Ami…"

She turned to see Koya coming out of his bedroom and his cheeks were red as he stared at her. "Like you haven't seen me in a bikini or something…" she said and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Kyoya sighed and then went to get a shirt for her to wear. It came down to her thigh and she smiled and twirled around in it. Her shorts were very short and so it looked like all she was wearing was his shirt. "Cute, huh?"

Kyoya smiled and then proceeded to clean up the mess she made. "Ami, I can truly take care of myself. You should go before I get you sick."

Ami kissed him on the cheek and went back to working around Kyoya's room, "No! I can do this. Aside from soup, what else do you need? A hot pack? Lay down and I'll heat it up!" She pushed Kyoya onto his bed and then went into his bathroom and found a hot pack.

"You only use those when you've got chest pain…" said Kyoya. Ami glared at him and he said no more and laid back.

"What do I do?" she asked as she sat next to him.

Kyoya suddenly got an idea and smirked, "You'll have to apply the chest cream to my skin and then put the heat on top of it." He began to unbutton his shirt and Ami blushed, "What? Like you haven't seen me shirtless before?" He winked at her.

"Not funny!" she hit him and then looked away, "This is serious."

Kyoya pulled her down to the bed and held Ami in his arms, "You're adorable when you try to do things like this."

"Like what?" Ami asked, he smiled, "I'm a child of privilege Kyoya. Everything was done for me, and I'm certain you're not any different."

"I at least have the pride to admit when I can't do something. Why not have someone else do it for you?" asked Kyoya, he sighed and then took his glasses off.

"Because we have to be functional adults, dummy."

Kyoya pulled Ami closer and kissed her and then pushed her off the bed, "Then I'll walk you through how to take care of someone with a cold."

"This doesn't mean I'm going to be a house wife, you know!" she stuck her tongue out at him, "If I take care of you when you're stick, then you have to learn to cook!"

"Deal," said Kyoya. Ami got the medicine and rubbed it on his chest and then placed the heat pack on. She listened as Kyoya walked her through which medicine to pour and how to take his temperature. Was she the best at it? No. But she was determined to learn and that's what he loved about her.

Days later, as they were about to fly to California, Ami was wrapped in a scarf and sneezing. Kyoya knew this would happen and was prepared. He gave her some medicine and held her in his arms as she slept her cold away.