Hey Fictioners!

So, someone tell me if I should write anymore. 'Cause I'm quite happy to finish this fic right after this drabble one-shot -pokes tongue out at sakuuya- but if anyone wants me to write any particular pairings that haven't been covered yet, then I will :)

Thanks to those who have reviewed this random fic so far XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew. Additionally, I dislike this pairing greatly.

Enjoy :)

"If cosine theta equals zero point seven two, then theta equals..." She licked one thin finger, quickly flicking the pages of her mathematics textbook back so she could find the formula. Her deep blue eyes flashed intuitively as they drank in the confusing figures on the page. She pushed her big round glasses up her nose, catching them before they could slip off.

A clock ticked loudly from somewhere in the room, the only sound to break the silence of the dim café dining room. It had long since closed, and the other Mews had gone home – even Ichigo, surprisingly. All the chairs were upturned on the tabletops, except for one.

Lettuce's brow furrowed as she concentrated carefully on what she was studying. She felt like she was missing something vital. Like the answer was so clearly in front of her, but she just kept missing it each time she read over the page.

It was intensely frustrating. She couldn't handle not being able to solve a problem – especially a mathematics equation. She slumped down in her seat, a deep sense of loss of control washing over her. She sighed dejectedly, her vivid green hair falling over her face.

"Forty three point nine five," a male voice answered, cutting clearly into the silence. Lettuce sat up quickly, blushing, and pinned her glasses to her nose when they threatened to slip off again.

"Right?" Shirogane continued, strolling forward out of the darkness, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Lettuce's cheeks reddened; her heartbeat increased without her having told it to. She dragged her gaze away from his gloriously handsome face, staring unseeingly at the page she'd been trying to memorise only moments before.

"H-how...?" she trailed off weakly, stammering her way into a silence.

"Well, if cosine theta equals zero point seven two, then you multiply cosine to the power of negative one by zero point seven two, right?" Ryou asked, stepping into the small patch of light straying through the window from the streetlight outside. His golden hair glowed in the dusky sunset, his eyes twinkled like blazing sapphires.

"Y-yes..." Lettuce faltered, utterly blown away by his mere presence, yet again.

"So, the answer is forty three point nine five."

"I-it is?" she whispered meekly. He chuckled suddenly; it was a light, carefree sound – very uncharacteristic of her normally uptight, egotistical boss. He was usually quite crabby, actually. This unsuspecting friendliness was almost as intimidating as the scowl he often wore.

"Yes, Midorikawa. It is." Lettuce glanced up at him tentatively, and was surprised to find a small smile twitching around his lips. He spoke, seeing she wouldn't. "Ninth grade Trigonometry, huh?"

"Y-yes," Lettuce stammered. "It's not too hard... I... I just... have slow moments sometimes." She trilled a tittering, embarrassed little laugh, her face burning with humiliation, and clamped her troublesome glasses in place with shaking fingers.

"No, Momomiya has slow moments," Ryou argued, strolling to the dark window and gazing out thoughtfully at the setting sun. Lettuce felt her heart falter for a moment, wondering if Ichigo was on his mind, if she was behind the musing, soft expression on his beautiful face.

She couldn't help but feel a degrading stab of jealousy for her friend. Lettuce's face held nothing even remotely attractive next to the bubbly red-head's beauty, and she was several shades paler in personality, too – a shy shade of misty green in comparison to the cat-girl's fiery pink.

She sighed involuntarily where she sat, dejected once more.

Ryou turned from the window, contemplating her.

"What are you still doing here, anyway?"

"Oh! I uh... I-I have an exam tomorrow... and I guess I-I... I just... got caught up studying for it." Another nervous laugh. Her face fell under his intense azure gaze. "A-am I in the way? Am I... annoying you?" The rest of the sentence poured out in a mixed blur of tongue-tied mumbo-jumbo. "Icangohomeifyoulike!ImeanIdon'twanttobeanuisanceoranything,IjustlosttrackoftimeandI'mreallyreallysorry!Idon'tmeanttogetinthewaysomuch!"

"Lettuce."

Oh my God. Addressed by her first name! She gasped, grateful that her embarrassingly incessant blabber had been cut short, willing herself not to faint.

She held his gaze with frightened blue eyes, waiting.

"You're not really a nuisance."

His mouth curled up in another small smile, and he stepped away from the window, raising one hand to ruffle her hair gently as he walked past.

"See you tomorrow," Ryou called casually over his shoulder. "Don't be late."

Lettuce blinked slowly after him, her heart hammering in her chest. Did he...? He just...! He didn't...!

Her glasses slipped from her nose, unnoticed, landing on her opened textbook with a light thud.

Actually, thinking back, this pairing wasn't difficult to write.

But I still don't like them. They just... DON'T WORK for me. He has too much of a personality, and she too little. They're such extremes that they don't balance each other, they just make the chasm between them seem so much bigger.

Anywhoo.

If this is the end of this short collection, then thank you for accompanying me!

READ AND REVIEW!

Cherrie-Sakura

xxox