A/N: Honestly I never thought I would update again this vacation! But because of boredom/needing to distract myself from stuff in my life I decided to write again! This is a very short update (585 words) but I am somehow satisfied? Haha I mean, I am never satisfied, but, you know... XD Anyways, I should stop talking.

Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing Arakawa's characters. :)

Roy closed the book in his hand with a contented sigh. It was well-written, and he was so over the moon when Riza lend him the book for a few days. The plot twist was surreal; he can't stop thinking about it.

Ever since Aunt Liz died, he and Riza were the ones taking care of the house. Master Hawkeye locked himself away in his room, leaving only when he has trips for reasons the teenagers didn't know. He was exhausted from one of his trips yesterday; he spent this day sleeping.

It gave Roy enough time to finish the novel.

He glanced at the clock. It was ten past seven in the evening, and he heard his stomach growl. Roy stood up from the couch and headed to Riza's bedroom. Today was a Thursday, and it was Riza's turn to cook supper. Also, he cannot wait to talk to her about the novel's ending! A big smile formed in his face as he knocked at her door. There was no answer. He knocked again, still she did not reply. Roy twisted the door knob slightly – it was unlocked. He figured that she was asleep, and he decided to take a peek. As he swung the door open he froze. Blood rushed to his face, and his jaw dropped to the floor.

In the middle of the room stood Riza, her hands were holding the hem of her shirt she was about to wear. After all these years of living with her, he can't help but notice how her body was slowly becoming… womanly. He never thought that she would wear a lacy bra, too. She was fuming.

"You pervert!" she shrieked, covering herself with the shirt. "Why did you open the door?!"

To say that her smooth skin was distracting was an understatement. It was more than that. Roy shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking about her like that. They were friends.

"Uh, what's for supper?" Roy stuttered. He gave himself a pat on his back for being able to respond.

Riza took a deep breath. She was furious. "You could've waited for me to open the door."

"I-I'm sorry. I did not hear you reply," he admitted. He still can't stop staring at her, though.

"And yet it seems like you will continue standing there," she murmured.

She made him feel dizzy. "Am I supposed to leave?"

"Well?!" she exclaimed as she grabbed a hairbrush from her bed.

"Alright, alright!" Roy closed the door behind him just as the hairbrush hit it with a thud. Good Lord, he thought. Her throw was so accurate it would hit his head if he didn't close the door fast.

He did not leave – he stood outside her door waiting for her. "Oh yeah, about the book…"

His sentence was cut short when Riza opened the door and marched down the kitchen. As she reached the last step, she looked at Roy, who was following her.

"As your punishment," she started to say. "That will be the last book you will be borrowing from me."

Riza seemed satisfied with Roy's reaction – eyes and mouth wide open.

"That isn't fair!" he protested.

It was a lie. Days after the incident – as what they would call it – Riza lent Roy another book, Roy would read it, and afterwards they would talk about the story, like what they would usually do. But something changed. Now, they cannot stop themselves from blushing every time they look at each other.

I don't know when my next update will be sooo... maybe I will update when the mood strikes again haha idk

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