A/N: Hello! This is, again, completely pointless! But it was fun and fluffy to write after having a bad day, so you can have it now. I chose the title because this is an example of Kyo letting his walls down around Tohru, and just learning how to be a person with feelings without feeling like that's the end of the world lol.

Someone mentioned in a comment that I should compile all the oneshots into one story—that's exactly what this will be! Each chapter will be an unrelated oneshot (except for a couple I've already written for later).

Enjoy the plotless fluff!

While she was in the hospital, Tohru had picked up a new hobby. Painting nails. And she's pretty good at it, honestly, which surprised Kyo a bit at first—how can anyone practice something that requires such fine motor control while recovering from a head injury?

He figured it out, though—because she's amazing, that's how. He often finds himself watching her do it, and he just gets more and more oddly enraptured each time. Tohru's good at anything she puts her mind to, but he's never really thought about her doing something like this. She's absolutely obsessed, though. It probably relieves stress, he figures, which she's had plenty of for the past few months.

Now, Kisa kneels on their living room floor, her hand pressed to the low table, where Tohru's made a makeshift nail painting station out of paper towels and her supplies, a collection which has been growing steadily over the past few weeks (she refuses to spend money on such a "useless thing," but she never protests when Kyo occasionally comes home with a new bottle for her after trips to the store, unable to turn down a gift). Tohru's chewing at her lower lip as she focuses on Kisa's tiny pinky finger, her brow pinched and her eyes narrowed.

Kisa had selected some weird shade of pinkish-purple that he isn't sure the name of, and he doesn't like it too much, but Kisa is thrilled with it once Tohru's done. Hugs are shared, and then Kisa leaves. Tohru cleans up the table, then settles at Kyo's side. He slides his arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"She's gone already? That the only reason she came over?"

Tohru laughs. "I think so. She's been spending a lot of time with Hiro lately."

"She's always spent a lot of time with that little brat."

"Well, even more time since the curse broke. Maybe they'll finally be able to date."

Kyo looks down at her profile, trying to figure out the expression she's wearing. "Do you miss her now that she's not here all the time?" he asks softly.

"Mm...a little. But I understand."

And he's sure that's the truth. She understands everything, when it comes to people and relationships. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt her. He squeezes her a little tighter. He's still as bad with words as he's always been. Tohru says he's just a man of action, but he calls it being bad with people and emotions. He's trying to fix that, but he can't really do much in this situation, without any preparation. So, he takes an action and nods toward the nail polish on the table.

"Hey, wanna do mine?"

"Your what?" she asks, looking between him and the nail polish bottles, as if she doesn't think she heard him right. He wiggles his fingers at her. "Really?"

He's not too sure, but it's not permanent, and the way her face lifts is precious, so he just nods and hums in the affirmative.

"Let's go to my room," she says, standing and gathering her things. Kyo holds out his hands and takes some of the supplies from her, then follows her up the stairs.

They sit across from each other at the folding table in the center of her room while she digs through a tupperware filled with polish. The longer she doesn't say or do anything, the more irrationally nervous he gets. Haru turns up at school with black nails sometimes, which is so Haru. He wouldn't be surprised if Yuki's tried painting his nails at some point. But for Kyo, this is out of character.

Well, not really, he supposes. It's not out of character for him to do absolutely anything to make Tohru smile. The guys at school tease him and say he's whipped. It makes him want to punch them. Tohru doesn't ask him to do anything for her. He does things for her because he wants to.

"What color would you like?"

He blinks, trying to get out of his own head. "Something that's not some kind of pink, please."

She smiles. "Well that narrows it down," she says teasingly, but looking through the clear sides of the bin, he knows it's not a joke. "I have black," she suggests after rifling through the container a bit more.

"Why do you, of all people, have black nail polish?"

"I did Isuzu's nails last week."

"She really doesn't wear any other colors, huh?"

Tohru giggles. "Not really. So, what do you say?"

"Eh...got anything lighter?"

"Like orange?"

His ears perk a bit at that. He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess."

"I don't have orange," she admits, smirking to herself. "I'm sorry. I just knew that's what you'd want."

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Rude. Well, just pick for me, then."

"Really?"

"I trust your judgment. You're the artist here."

Her cheeks redden. "Mmm…" she hums absentmindedly as she continues to look at her options. "Red?"

"That's pretty close to orange."

She nods, seemingly proud of herself for also making that same deduction. Affection for the girl in front of him makes his breath catch, and Kyo smiles fondly. "Yeah, sounds good."

She shakes the bottle, and he awkwardly holds out his left hand in the air. Tohru takes it in her own and kisses his knuckles before setting it down on the table. She presses against the back of his wrist gently, keeping it flat. He watches quietly, taking in the sight before him. She's so precise as she dips the brush in the polish, then runs it over his thumb nail. It's really bright. She may as well be dipping his fingers in neon. But he finds that he doesn't really care, because she seems so happy.

"You're good at this," he says softly.

"R-really? I'm okay."

He clicks his tongue, half frustrated, half endeared. "You have skills, ya know. You don't always have to be so hard on yourself all the time."

She pauses the movement of her hand and looks up at him with wide eyes. He stares back, gaze unwavering. He means it. He hopes she can feel that.

"'Kay," she whispers, looking away with pinkened cheeks.

He'll get her to appreciate herself someday; he's determined to, and he can be pretty fucking stubborn, he knows. He can use that to his advantage, in this case.

She makes quick work of his left hand, then gently moves it aside. "Careful, or it'll smudge," she tells him, reaching for his right hand. He gives it to her and watches her repeat the process. His nose is itchy. He twitches it awkwardly, not wanting to ruin her work by scratching his nose and smudging the polish. He notices, then, that she's watching his face, and she's laughing. He flushes.

"W-what?"

"Does your face itch?"

"My nose...kinda."

Tohru reaches out and rubs at his nose. The touch is too soft to really get the itch, but he likes having her hand on his face. He doesn't really want her to move away, but all too soon, she's back to focusing on his hand.

"There!" she announces after a bit. Kyo smiles and lifts his hand to look at the polish. The color isn't too bad, and she really did a good job.

"Thank you."

She's quiet for a minute, then blurts, "You didn't have to let me do that, you know."

"Huh?" he asks, taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"I hear what your friends say to you. That you do too much for me. I don't want you to do that, or get teased." The longer she talks, the more visibly anxious she gets, and she brings her hand to her mouth to gnaw on her own nails. Briefly, he wonders how she can bear to do that while she's also got polish on—he can't say he's ever tasted it, but he can't imagine it's great. He shakes his head and gets back on track.

"Tohru, stop."

"Stop what?"

"All of that. First, put your hand down."

She obeys, biting at her lower lip, instead. Well, good enough, he supposes…

"I like doing things for you. I like making you happy. I'm not whipped like they say I am. They just like to give me shit. And those guys aren't really my friends, anyway."

Tohru smiles a bit. "You'll...you'll tell me if I get too demanding, right?"

He scoffs. "You, demanding? That's not gonna happen." She narrows her eyes, and he adds, "B-but if it ever does, I promise I'll tell you, 'kay?"

She nods, apparently satisfied with that added answer. He nods back.

"I'm gonna get some water," he says, getting to his feet. "Want anything from down there?"

"I'm okay."

He leans forward, taking her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She squeaks and he's not really sure why, but she kisses him back with equal passion, so he doesn't think much of it. When he pulls back, she mumbles, "Kyo-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"...Is there nail polish in my hair now?"

He jerks his hands back and looks at the hair framing her face. Red. "Shit, I'm sorry!"

She giggles. "It's okay. I guess I'll shower tonight."

"Sorry…" he says again. She just smiles and shakes her head.

"I'll be back, okay?" She stands and starts to gather clean pajamas and her hairbrush.

They head out of the room together, parting in the hall, with Tohru turning toward her bathroom and Kyo to the stairs.

"Oh, Kyo-kun?" she calls. He looks over his shoulder at her.

"Hm?"

"Do you think I might look good as a redhead?" she asks, shooting him a goofy grin.

He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.

"You dork."

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