A/N: I decided to mellow down the seriousness of the last two chapters with this cute, fluffy one :D Reminder to all: If you want a drabble, review or PM me with your prompt and chosen pairing, and I'll do my best :)
Enjoy!
Prompt: I don't remember... I think it was how Misaki sometimes reminded me of a housewife -shrugs- :D;
"Misaki, can you fix Suzuki-san for me?"
Misaki turned to a hopeless-looking Usagi-san holding Suzuki-san, his left arm slightly torn from his body with fluff exposed from the gash.
"How did this happen?" Misaki huffed, grabbing Suzuki-san and went looking for a sewing kit.
Usagi-san started elaborating on how Suzuki-san's broken arm came to be, while Misaki started stitching him back.
"Geez! Usagi-san, what am I: your mother or personal maid?"
"Besides being my lover. I happen to think of you as my wife," he stated, nonchalantly.
"What!" Misaki turned to glare at Usagi-san.
"It only seems logical. You cook, clean, do this-and-that with me, and now you sew."
Misaki's only reply was throwing a mended Suzuki-san at Usagi-san.
Aww, poor Suzuki-san. Always feeling the brunt of their sexual tension ;D What? You know it's true!