Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 472

Pairings (throughout the story): HatorixTohru, with mentions of KyoxKagura and YukixMachi

A/N: None. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

C is for "Cooking"

"Tohru, I'm home," Hatori opened the door to his home, their home. She had only moved in a week before, but he felt like she should've moved in long ago. He could smell her cooking; she poked her head from the kitchen.

She had the biggest smile on her face. "Ah! Hatori!" She held her little wooden spoon to her chest and slid her feet across the floor. He always loved when she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and let her head hit his chest. Because that meant he was home and he could wrap his arms around her.

He missed her when he was at his office. "I missed you!" She always replied when he came home. He always smiled.

"As did I," he could stay like that for hours, if he could (and he could, when in bed with her). He looked down at her body. "What are you making? Smells pretty good," suddenly, she squirmed her way out of his arms and pushed him away.

"Oh I forgot about the food!" Then, she was gone. She ran into the kitchen and started making little comments to herself. "I'll be right out!" She yelled. He found it amusing; she always seemed to forget about her cooking at least once a week. It was amazing how the house wasn't burnt down—yet. He didn't want to see that ever happen.

He slipped out of his suit jacket and finally let his legs sprawl on the ground. He had a long day. Sometimes, he wanted to take a vacation and be away from the office for just one week. One week, away from patients, away from blood and broken bones, and just with Tohru. I should think about a trip with her, he relaxed and leaned against the table.

He felt like having a cigarette, but he promised Tohru to stop smoking. "Smoking's terrible! You shouldn't do it! You're a doctor after all!" Still, it helped him relax after a long day.

But all that went away when she came out with plates of food in her hands. "Dinner's ready!" She sat down next to him and laid out all the plates on the table. There was so much—he didn't know where to start!

She handed him an empty plate and he thanked her. "It looks really good, Tohru. You'll have to teach me one day how to cook like you," she smiled.

"Anyone can do it! When you have a day off, I'll teach you, and we'll have a picnic! Oh, what if..." she started to ramble. He smiled. He was finally home with her, and he loved being around her. So he listened and would add a few things here and there to the conversation.

She was right: smoking was terrible. My dopamine's right in front of me, he thought.

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