A/N: Happy Earth Day! I've been in quarantine for the past two weeks, which is super not fun (Don't worry, I'm fine, everyone is fine). University's wrapping up finally, so I may have some more time to write, depending on how work goes. Thank you so much to everyone who's sent in prompt ideas. It was more than I was expecting, and I appreciate it immensely. Expect to see them cropping up as I keep drabbling here. This one's courtesy of Evalyd Yamazaki, so I hope you all enjoy!

Saturdays were made for better things than being stuck at school, trying to plan for the school festival. Like going to visit my boyfriend. Or working and getting paid for it. Whoever decided that free labor for an event like this was a good idea can kiss my-

"Asaki? You still with us?" Rikka pokes me in the shoulder, and I pretend to nod off, making her groan. "Come on! Shuichi can wait. I thought you said he wasn't expecting you until later anyway."

"I'm protesting," I reply, gesturing to where Minako has been meticulously drawing something on the menus we've been working up. "Besides, Minako has it covered."

"Yeah, well once she's done, we have to go help the boys. Kanta made us promise, remember?"

"Yes, Mother," I tell her, earning a fake punch to the gut. It was nice that the four of us had ended up in the same class for our third year of high school, especially after what happened that first year with Minako. Kanta and Rikka still aren't together, but Minako's essentially over both of them. Apparently, she's got her eye on the school librarian. I can't really judge.

"Done," Minako says, raising the menu over her head. Rikka snatches it, her eyes growing wide.

"Never cease to amaze," she says. "Check this out."

I take the menu from Rikka, smiling. She's right. Minako's drawings of the food we'll be serving at our maid cafe are hyper stylized and super cutesy, which is exactly the vibe we're going for. "Well done."

"Okay, on to the next task!" Rikka grabs Minako and I by the arms and starts to drag us from the classroom.

"We can walk on our own!" I cry to no avail. She does not stop pulling. Minako rolls her eyes, and I sigh, letting Rikka lead us past the other students out in the hallway making their own things for the festival. The smell of paint and the sounds of people laughing and running around envelop us, making me smile, despite myself. This is the last time I'll get to participate in something like this with my friends. Once I graduate….

Kurama can wait.

…

After out-lifting all the guys in my class, hauling wood and holding things up so they can hammer pieces in place, I'm gross and sweaty. I swing by home and shower before heading to Kurama's. He isn't expecting me until a little later anyway, so I have just enough time to make one more stop before I walk to his apartment.

Stepping into Seventh Leaven for the first time in ages, the smell of baked goods hits me like a sack of potatoes coupled with a sense of nostalgia that almost brings me to tears. Almost. Instead, I peruse the baked goods, picking a few things out for Kurama and me. Unfortunately for him, there won't be any lumpy cookies. Just decent, well-made ones.

"Asaki?"

I turn at the sound of my name, and the look on Mrs. Tendou's face makes me glad I came here in human form. "Hi," I say, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, my dear." She walks over to me, immediately pulling me into a spine-crushing embrace. "It's been far too long. Have you been eating well? Are you taking care of yourself? When did you get so many muscles?"

"I can't breathe," I inform her, and she releases me, wiping her eyes. "Sorry I haven't come around in a while. Things have been pretty crazy."

"I'm sure. You're what now, a senior in high school?"

"I am."

"And is that red-haired boy still hanging around? Shuichi, was it?"

"Ah, yeah. We're dating."

"Well, that's good to hear." She smacks me on the back, and I wince, wondering why that seems to be the general response when people learn Kurama and I are together. "He's taking care of you?"

"He is," I reply, smiling fondly. "He's a perfect gentleman." Which is mostly true. The times when he isn't...well, no one else needs to know about those.

"Good." She looks down at my small assortment of baked goods, saying, "Here, let me get you something special." Mrs. Tendou walks into the back before returning, a minute later, with a white box, wrapped in a bow. "Come here." She gestures to the register, and I walk over, giving an apologetic smile to the girl who was working it. She looks pretty confused.

"I figured it was safe to assume you'd be sharing this with your boyfriend," Mrs. Tendou says when she rings me up. "So, here's present from me."

"Oh, please," I say, "let me pay for it."

"Absolutely not. You'll take it as a gift and then feel guilty enough to come back soon."

She's right. She's entirely correct. "Thank you, Mrs. Tendou."

"Of course. Say hi to Shuichi for me."

"Will do."

And then I'm on my way with a bag full of cookies and what feels and looks suspiciously like a cake box. It's not a long walk to Kurama's, but the closer I get, the faster I walk, unable to keep the smile from my face. I get to see my boyfriend. I feel silly, being this excited, but sometimes, it still feels unreal.

As does having a key to Kurama's apartment. I know he's had one to mine for ages, but for some reason, being alone with him at his place feels different than mine. Charged is a good word for it. Like anything could happen.

I can feel the blush coming on, my entire body growing warm as I open the door, desperately trying to banish the thoughts that come to me. The last thing I need is Kurama asking me why I'm so red. I can't lie to him about something so trivial.

"Kurama?" I call from the entryway. When he doesn't respond, I frown, taking off my shoes and putting them next to his. He's definitely home. Even in my human body, I can sense him here. Slowly I make my way into the apartment, sticking my head in the living room. No sign of him. The kitchen is next, and when I step in, the smell of something delicious hits me immediately.

Kurama sets a pair of bowls on the table, looking up as I enter. "Ah, Asaki!" he says, a smile stretching across his face that sets butterflies loose in my stomach. "I didn't hear you come in."

"S-sorry," I stammer, suddenly incapable of forming full sentences now that he's looking at me. "I called out."

"It's all right. Are you hungry? I made kitsune udon."

"Y-yeah," I say. "It smells delicious." He raises an eyebrow at me, and I duck my head, stepping into the kitchen and trying to grab for a chair as fast as I can. Of course, he catches me first.

"Asaki." He wraps an arm around my waist, tilting my chin up so I have to look him in the eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Mm-hm," I mumble. My face is burning, I just know it.

"Something wrong?"

"No. Just...nervous. And happy."

"I'll take the latter," he says, kissing my forehead gently. I think I might spontaneously combust. "Do you have a reason to be nervous?"

"No." I suddenly stand on tiptoe, brushing my lips against his chin. His grip on me tightens, and he leans in for a real kiss, a warm, lingering one that manages to settle my nerves. Kurama. My Kurama. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he says, releasing me. "Let's eat before it gets cold."

"Hey, I was going for the food," I tease as I take my seat.

"And I was going for you."

"Cheeky," I mumble, taking a bite of tofu. It's nice to hear him talk like that, but it's still embarrassing. How does he say it with such a straight face? "This is really good."

"I'm glad. I had some trouble getting things the way I wanted them, but I'm glad I tried it. Dare I ask what's in the bag?"

I'd completely forgotten. "I stopped by Seventh Leaven on the way here, and Mrs. Tendou gave me a guilt gift."

"Guilt gift?"

"She figured if she gave me this," and I lift the box onto the table, "I would feel guilty and come back again soon." Opening the lid reveals a strawberry shortcake topped with the most pristine strawberries I've seen in ages. "And she's right."

"That will be good for later," Kurama says, smiling. "How was your day? Preparations for the maid cafe going well?"

Kurama was pretty surprised when I'd told him our class plan for the festival, but when I'd shown him the designs for the maid outfits, he'd just kind of nodded. When I'd told him I didn't understand the appeal of being someone else's servant, of all things, he'd laughed. He said I would understand when we had the event, but the jury's still out.

"One of the guys bet me 5000 yen I couldn't carry as much wood as he could." I pull the bill out of my pocket, saying, "I'm probably going to use it to buy your mother a gift."

"She'd appreciate it," Kurama says, shaking his head. "She misses you."

"Things have been really busy," I reply. "Once this festival is over, I'll definitely come see her."

"Good."

"What about you? How did you spend your day off?"

"Reading, for the most part. One of my coworkers lent me a book on management the other day. It's been interesting."

"Looking for a promotion?" I ask, finishing off the rest of my food.

"Potentially. Father has been dropping hints about needing someone to put in charge of a new project he's planning."

"That would be pretty neat." I get to my feet, reaching for his empty bowl. "I wish I could say as much, but I think I'm stuck on grunt work until I graduate."

"All experience is good experience," he says, following me to the sink. "Well, what would you like to do for the rest of the evening?"

"You mean washing dishes isn't the height of couple bonding?" I give him a wry smile that he returns with a hip bump.

"I never said that. If you want to wash, I'll dry."

So, we start the all too short process of washing the dinner dishes. There's just something nice about doing domestic things together. Washing dishes, cooking dinner, cleaning. It's so mundane, but for some reason, it's comforting. Our life together doesn't have to be full of big things to be worthwhile.

"We could go for a walk?" I ask.

"That sounds nice," he replies, scooping up some of the bubbles from the sink with one finger and tapping me on the nose.

"Hey!" I squeak, wiping it off. "Do you mind? I'm trying to clean." I fling some bubbles at him that stick to his dress shirt.

"As am I," he replies, reaching toward the bubbles again. Just as I think to step back, he grabs me instead, pulling me in close.

"You tricked me!" I whine, pressing my hands flat against his chest.

"I am aware." He nuzzles my nose with his own, making me giggle. That used to be something that made me incredibly self-conscious, but I find myself giggling a lot around Kurama. "You frequently fall for it."

"I frequently fall for you," I mumble, making him chuckle.

"And I for you, Asaki." He leans in for a kiss, and I meet him in the middle, not the least bit surprised when he says, "Maybe we can go for a walk another night."

"Maybe so."