YO! It's the second one-shot. I have no idea how many I'm going to actually write, but it will go over to Valentine's Day. Hope you like this one! It's Chrome's. Chrome?

Chrome: Leo-chan doesn't own KHR.

Chrome was walking into Kokuyo Land. She was about to sit down and relax a little, but Ken shoved something in her face. It looked like he wanted her to grocery shopping. She didn't have anything else to do, so she just went.

At the Store

Bitter-sweet chocolate? Milk? Molds? What was Ken planning? Chrome was utterly confused, but got the items anyways.

"Ken? I got the stuff for you!" Chrome shouted, looking for him. Out of nowhere, Ken came and took the bag.

"Go away, and come back later, byon."

Chrome was used to Ken's harshness, but that didn't mean she was fine by it. Secretly, it hurt her. She did have a crush on him, though she'd never admit it. Abiding to Ken's request, Chrome left. Today was Valentine's Day, so maybe she could go eat cakes with the girls.

Later On...

Chrome walked back to Kokuyo Land after hanging out with the girls. The normal damp smell was replaced with a sweet one.

"Hm?"

Chrome walked towards the smell. Suddenly, Ken dropped out of nowhere. This frighten Chrome a bit, but she stayed nonetheless. Ken wouldn't look up at Chrome. You could ever go as far to say that he was blushing!

"Here," Ken mumbled, shoving a box into Chrome's hands. As soon as she got a firm grip on it, Ken left. Chrome was confused, but opened the box anyways. She gasped. In the box, were little chocolate hearts. She smiled to herself, and ate on. One day, she decided. One day she'd tell him.

Omake:

Chikusa hid a laugh, as Ken struggled to fill the molds carefully.

"Don't laugh! It's harder than it looks, byon!" Ken shot back. Ken was determined to make at least one good batch. It was the least her could do for her. He was always rude to her, but only because he didn't know how to act around her.

THERE! He had finally gotten a good batch.

"You really are a dog," Chikusa said, observing how Ken was jumping up and down, while a tag was wagging back and forth.

"S-shut up, four-eyed Kappa!"