Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 372

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

A/N: WHOOPS. I forgot to update this whole time I'm sorry. Life gets in the way sometimes.

So you'll probably just get a TON of "Story Updates" today because I'm just gonna upload the rest of them (I'm supposed to be done by today anyway).

LET'S DO THIS!

(BTW: I like this one.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

Q is for "Quit"

He threw down his pen in disgust. He hated working late, because it made her worry and it kept him away from her. He hated the patients that came through the clinic, he hated the place in general, and he hated being away from her the most.

A small knock was at his office door. Who could it possibly be? "Enter," he called out. The door opened and he smiled just at the sight of the arm.

She came to him, instead. "Hatori! Oh, I had to make sure you were okay!" He leaned back in his chair.

"You could've just called, Tohru," she closed the door behind her.

"Yes, but what if you were busy? Or out? Or what if you turned off your phone? Or—Oh! What if…" she started to ramble on. To anyone else, it would've been a nuisance. To him, after a long day of work, after hearing patients drone on and on about their sicknesses, he was at peace.

He pushed away from his desk and she froze in the middle of the room. He walked to her. "I missed you," he whispered.

She blushed. "O-Oh, w-well, maybe it's good that I came to your office tonight!" She smiled, but when she closely looked at his face, he looked so tired. "Hatori, you should sit down," she pulled out the metal chair next to his desk.

"I don't think I re-" she didn't take no for an answer, not with that face. He shrugged. It had been a long day. When he sat down, she put her hands on his shoulders and started to rub. He relaxed and let out a small moan. "You know, Tohru," he whispered; she listened, "when you make these late night visits, I always feel like quitting the job altogether, just to be with you all day," she smiled.

"I think you'd get sick of me," she bluntly said. He leaned his head back and looked into her brown eyes. She stopped massaging his shoulders and stared back.

"I don't think that'd be a possibility," he whispered. She brushed his hair away from his blind eye and teased with him.

"Some things are impossible," he smirked.

"With you, it isn't."

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