Fakir was leaning against the wall in the practice room. The room was empty, well almost, Ahiru was there, cleaning. Neko-sensei made her clean the whole room because her dance stance was bad. And somehow he stayed, he didn't know how or why it happened. But he stayed with her just because he didn't have anything better to do or that what he says, he was afraid to admit it to himself, but he like being round her, seen Mytho was on the side of evil, she was his only friend. He looked over at Ahiru, who was concentrating on scrubbing the floor, she looked very cute doing that. NO Ahiru was not cute, get a grip of yourself Fakir!
"Are you done yet?" he asked, not looking at her, hiding a very small blush that stained his cheeks. "You can leave if you want too, I didn't make stay you know" she replied, sounding very annoyed.
Fakir sighed, he got up and walked towards the cleaning closet and took out another mop "Fakir, what are you doing?" she asked. Fakir didn't answer, instead he took the extra mop, walked over to her and started to clean too. Ahiru smiled.
"Thank you, Fakir" she said and smiled. "Just don't get any ideas" he replied
After an hour or two, they were done. They put away all the cleaning equipment. Fakir was just about to leave when Ahiru called out his name. "Fakir!"
He turned around and saw that Ahiru was standing in the middle of the room, blushing. "What?" he asked, trying to sound like he was annoyed but he wasn't in fact he was happy. She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. Then she ran away, very fast.
Fakir was left alone in the room, he lifted his hand and placed it on the cheek on which Ahiru had kissed him, he was blushing. Maybe, just maybe he would help her more often from now on.