Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 388

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

A/N: I actually like this one. I don't like how I wrote it, but I like how I picture it LOL

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E is for "Empty"

Every time he came home from a date with Tohru, he felt his house was empty. Her presence was missed so much, and he couldn't wait to see her again, whenever he had the time.

When he laid in bed, he would unconsciously reach to the other side and think she was there. But it was just sheets that he would grab. He would dream about her being right next to him, and when he opened his eyes, she was gone.

When he sat at his table, he daydreamed. He would think she was cooking in his kitchen, preparing a meal, but a sudden sound would always take him away from his fantasy, and the air wouldn't smell delicious after all. This happened a lot at work, too. He would be with a patient, and something would remind him of her, and suddenly he thought he was with her.

His patients (especially the female ones) didn't like that.

One day after work, he threw down his coat and triumphantly made it to his telephone. He tried to call her before, but he always chickened out. He had the phone up to his ear and he started to dial. But he reached the last number. And he froze.

What if she didn't like the idea? They have been going out for a while now (he would have to look at the calendar to see, but he thought it was two years), but maybe she was scared?

No, he had to ask.

What if it looked selfish? Would she care?

Of course not, it was Tohru.

Hatori pushed the last button and listened to the other side ring. Come on, pick up, he thought, but he worried he would be speechless if he had to—

"Hello, Sohma residence," it was her.

He stood there for a moment, recollecting his composure. "Tohru," it sounded breathless. She looked around the house and found she was alone.

"H-Hatori! W-Wha-" he didn't want her to ask.

"Would it be a problem for you to come over…for a bit?" It was silent. He didn't like silence, not with her. She usually was always quick to respond, but when it was silent, he worried. Finally, she spoke.

"Sure!" So, maybe he didn't ask her to move in with him. Baby steps, he thought, baby steps.

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