Nothing really changed between Yuki and Kyoya. They still argue constantly. They still got on each others' nerves, but it was obvious that they were crazy about each other. A lot of their arguments and battles ended with a make-out session. They didn't do what couples normally did because they didn't know what to do. They were awkward about this dating thing, but got full support from everyone.

One evening, Kyoya was working at his desk. He was not surprised when Yuki snuck up from behind him and hugged him. Yuki rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm busy, Yuki." He said calmly.

"I know but I need help with my homework." Yuki protested.

"Give it here." Yuki handed him her homework and he examined it. "This is already completed. In fact, we did this last week." Yuki hung her head. Busted.

"Okay, you got me. I just needed an excuse to talk to you and spend time with you." Yuki confessed.

"You need to be a little more creative in the future." Yuki pouted.

"You should feel flattered!" Yuki snapped. He smirked.

"What about tonight's homework?" Yuki giggled nervously.

"Oh, I didn't have any..." He looked at her.

"Yuki."

"Hazuki took it and came up with that idea of asking for homework help."

"Well I guess I'll have to have a discussion with her then." He said simply, pushing his glasses up. "I'm hungry, so go make some dinner."

"It's like we're married already." Yuki grumbled as she walked towards the door.

"Hm?"

"Well I cook for you and I clean for you. I'm the stereotypical housewife."

"Hm. I suppose so." Yuki opened the door, but Kyoya rose from his seat.

"What?"

"Let's go out for dinner. My treat." It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a statement, an order.

"Are you asking me out?" Yuki asked teasingly.

"I'm not asking. I'm doing. I'm taking you out for dinner, just you and me." See? "So put on something nice."

"You know I don't have anything nice." Yuki said.

"Do you need to go shopping?" Yuki laughed.

"You of all people should know that I am as broke as that vase that I smashed to pieces." Kyoya chuckled. Yuki smiled. "But I'll see what I got."

"Thanks for dinner." Yuki said as they walked home. Hazuki gave Yuki a simple purple sundress and put a pink bow in Yuki's hair. Yuki felt uncomfortable, but she knew Kyoya liked it, judging by the way he looked at her. He was holding her hand, which made Yuki feel giddy.

"You're broke so of course I had to pay for it. But I'm going to add it to your debt."

"What happened to 'my treat?!'"

"I'm letting you live under my roof, aren't I?"

"You jackass!" Kyoya smirked, enjoying himself. Yuki knew he was just messing with her. She never realized how playful he could be. "You didn't have to take me to somewhere so nice and fancy and expensive."

"Yuki, money is not an issue. I've paid for more expensive things."

"Like the time I ordered everything on the menu with you and Hazuki?" Kyoya chuckled and nodded. "I can't believe you paid for all of that."

"I can't believe you ate everything on the menu." Yuki laughed, but she felt her cheeks get hot. She looked down, unable to look at him, knowing he would spot her flushed cheeks. She wondered if he already noticed and was coming up with a good remark.

Instead, she felt him grip her hand tightly and even pull her closer to him. Yuki looked up at him. Kyoya's face was hard, yet impassive. He kept his head up and his shoulders square. Before he seemed so relaxed, but now he's so serious and professional-like.

Yuki looked around, but nothing was there that would set him off. The sidewalk was fairly empty, except for some guys who were watching Yuki. Yuki felt a little nervous, but she knew she was safe with Kyoy