Normal P.O.V.

"Misaki…" Takumi called groggily, rolling over onto his back and resting his arm above his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was that the entire villa smelled like…something quite interesting. He couldn't exactly place his finger on exactly what, but it was very strong.

Shoving his blankets off him with his feet, Takumi parted his lips and let out a yawn. He threw his feet over the side of his bed and stood up. A smile touched his lips as he remembered what had happened the night before…

Flashback

"Takumi?" Misaki squeaked out, her head peeking in from his door which was left open only a crack. He sat at a desk only a few feet away from the door, so he easily heard her quiet voice.

"Misaki?" he asked, turning his head towards her and giving her a quizzical look. He set down his black ballpoint pen after clicking it in. She stared at him wide eyed, as if half-hoping he hadn't heard her at all.

Misaki averted her gaze and instead stared the doorframe she suddenly found so-very-interesting.

"Uhm, see, I-I kinda thought that maybe…" she stammered, trying to find the right words. Takumi raised an eyebrow, wondering what could be possibly so hard for her to say.

"Maybe what?" he prompted. Even in the dark room with merely a lamp bright enough for him to write, he could see a visible blush on her face. This made him all the more curious.

"E-Em, c-canIpleasesleepwithyoutonight?" she asked quickly. Now beyond embarrassed, she was internally hoping he would reject her offer now. Though, knowing him, he would never do that- not to mention, knowing her, she'd secretly be really disappointed anyway.

It was now Takumi's turn to give her a wide-eyed look, as he was obviously caught off guard by the sudden and uncharacteristic question. Don't get me wrong, he was happy- hell, she made his entire night -he was just shocked.

As surprised as he was, he quickly recovered. "Of course," he replied, a smile on his face at her shy behavior. He watched as Misaki slowly pushed the door open wide and awkwardly waddled in, her blanket wrapped securely around her shoulders and body.

Halfway across the room, she stopped and turned to him. They made eye contact for a few moments, before Takumi tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Is something the matter?" he inquired. She shook her head in reply.

"N-No, I just need to make sure you know something," she responded, clearing her throat shortly afterwards as if she were about to tell a long speech. "I-I'm not sleeping in here because I want to or have a choice. I'm s-scared that the reporters will break in and kidnap me, okay?" she clarified.

Of course, Takumi was no idiot. He knew that she wasn't the least bit concerned about reporters breaking in and kidnapping her. She knew just as well as him that the idea itself was completely absurd.

"Mhmm," he hummed, and Misaki's face turned redder at the fact that she even expected him to believe such a thing. Still, she stuck to her story. "That's right. You should sleep here with me tonight since we wouldn't want the reporters to kidnap you, now would we?" he mused. She huffed and turned away from him.

"Idiot, that's what I just said. I-I'm going to go lay down now," she murmured, making her way to his large bed before flopping on it. She made herself comfortable on the soft mattress, and being surrounded by the scent of Takumi soothed her. Allowing her head to sink into the soft, clean white pillows, she hardly noticed the larger figure that was standing beside her.

"Move over," he said. She didn't even bother to open her eyes as she lazily rolled over to the end of his bed and towards the wall.

Takumi climbed into the bed beside her, surprising her as he protectively wrapped his arm around her. Misaki's eyes snapped open instantly.

"W-What are y-you doing…?" she stammered, her face turning redder by the second. He smirked.

"Holding my girlfriend, what else?" he inquired innocently. "Though, it is kind of hard to do with those blankets wrapped around you." he added. Misaki made a small 'hmph' sound.

"Good. I'm not taking them o-" she was about to reply defiantly, only to have him roughly pull the blankets away from her. She turned around and glared at him. "HEY! Do you want me to catch a cold or something?!" she accused. He chuckled.

"Of course not," he responded genuinely, kicking the blankets off somewhere to the side. "That's why I'll warm Misaki up with my body~" he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer towards him. She couldn't even bear to imagine how red her face looked now.

"Y-You alien…don't say such misleading things…" she murmured. He chuckled.

"Why? I was merely stating that I could warm you up with my hugs," he remarked. His lips curled into a teasing smirk. "Unless, you were thinking of something else?" he suggested. Misaki immediately struggled in his arms.

"N-No! I wasn't! Now let go of me!" she protested. That only caused his grip on her to tighten.

"No can do, Misaki," he replied curtly. "Now be a good girl and go to bed quietly." he instructed gently, bringing one of his hands from her waist up to her head. Threading his fingers through her silky raven hair, he could feel her begin to relax.

"Let…go…" he could hear her weakly demand, though he knew well that she would fall asleep at any given moment now. It was around 1am, and she was exhausted. So was he, though he couldn't possibly fall asleep without knowing that she had safely and peacefully done so first.

And so, as a single snore from the raven haired girl reach his ears, he smiled. Leaning over and pecking her on the cheek, he whispered something.

"I love you."

End of Flashback

"Takumi! TAKUMI!" he heard a familiar voice screech from downstairs. Misaki.

Instinctively, he ran downstairs as fast as he could. Horrible scenarios ran through his mind. What if she cut her fingers off? Maybe she slipped and hit her head? Did someone break into the house?! Or maybe-

"Takumi, help me! I burnt the toast!" she wailed, showing him a plate with two burnt slices of bread sitting on it. Well, that'd explain the horribly strong smell.

His eye twitched as he watched her poke at a piece of toast, causing it to make a loud crunching sound. He thought something horrible had happened to her, but it was just burnt toast?

"That's…all…?" he asked, glancing at the toast. Sure, it was pretty badly burnt, but it was nothing to overreact about. Misaki would hide the fact that she broke a bone or was in serious trouble, but wouldn't hesitate to scream and whine about burnt toast? Something didn't add up.

His suspicions were unfortunately confirmed as she nervously glanced at her feet and laughed awkwardly.

"Uhm, yeah…about that…" she murmured, clearing her throat. "The toaster may or may not have caught on fire and I just might've thrown it into the sink and made things a whole lot worse." she confessed. He stared at her with a blank expression.

"You…what…?" Takumi asked, his expression darkening by the second. She nervously laughed and held her hands out as if offering peace.

"Sorry?" she offered. Still, the expression on his face didn't change. Misaki frowned. "Look, I know that the toaster was probably really expensive, but don't worry! I'll pay for all of the damage I've done to the villa so don't worr-"

"Do you seriously think I'm concerned about some silly toaster?" he questioned, his face dead-serious. She froze, the feeling of his emerald eyes staring directly into her amber ones making her self-conscious and tense.

"Huh?" she asked stupidly, confused as to what he meant. Was he not going to forgive her…?

"I don't give a damn about that toaster! I could care less if you lit it on fire and tossed it out the window!" he exclaimed. Misaki's eyes widened. "I'm worried about you, Misaki. Are you hurt anywhere?!" he asked, grabbing her wrist and pulling up her sleeves to inspect her arm.

"I…I'm fine," she replied. Normally, she would've yelled at him for touching her to suddenly like that, but she knew that he was really worried about her, and so decided to leave it be.

"Really, Misaki…I'm never letting you cook ever again. You could've really harmed yourself," he sighed. He took a deep breath in as if about to tell a long speech, which Misaki raised her eyebrow at. "You're not allowed to touch anything in this household that requires any heat." he declared.

Misaki immediately glared at him.

"You can't just suddenly decide that on your own! I promise I'll be more careful from now on, but Takumi-"

"No means no Misaki. I'll be doing all the cooking around here." he cut her off. She huffed.

"Fine, but can I use the curling iron and hair dryer at least?" she asked, trying to be reasonable here. Okay, so maybe she did almost burn down the kitchen and he did have a perfectly valid reason not to trust her with cooking things. But hair products couldn't possibly count, could they?

"Misaki, repeat to me what I just said not too long ago." he responded. She rolled her eyes and grumbled something incoherent under her breath.

"You said that you'll be doing all the cooking around here," she replied. He raised an eyebrow.

"And what did I say before that?" he inquired. She glared at him.

"I'm not a child, Takumi! What the hell is this?!" she exclaimed. He simply stood there, completely calm.

"Misaki, answer my question," he said again. She bit back all her rude remarks and decided to go along with his dumb game for the moment.

"You said I can't touch anything in this household that requires heat," she replied. He nodded.

"Do curling irons and hair dryers require heat?" he prompted. She growled at him.

"Yes, but it's not the same! Do you flip hamburgers on a curling iron?! Do you cook grilled cheese sandwiches with a hair dryer?! Do you cook macaroni and cheese with a-"

"Misaki, yes or no?" he interrupted. She muttered a few…colorful words towards him, before actually answering his question.

"Yes." she stubbornly replied. He smiled in satisfaction.

"So the answer is no. You cannot use them," he responded. "Besides, if you ever need help drying your hair after a shower, I'll always be able to assist you~" he teased. Her face turned red.

"Like hell I'll even let you stand close to me, pervert! Seriously, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow morning and burn the kitchen down for real this time before you can-mm!" she threatened, only to be silenced by his lips.

After knowing that she was too shocked to speak anymore, he pulled away and chuckled.

"There goes your plans for not letting me come close to you," he smirked. She stuck out her tongue at him childishly.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME JUST LIKE THAT, TAKUMI?! Well, you're wrong! I have a surprise for you, just wait and see!" she exclaimed, before dashing up to her bedroom in embarrassment and anger.

"I'll be looking forward to it, then," he said, not sure if she could even hear him anymore.

With that, he went to tidy up the kitchen and make them a proper breakfast.