Author's Notes: I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive. :D It's just a short and simple story but I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!


Fuuko was blowing on the spoon full of porridge to cool it down. A few minutes ago, Tokiya just told her one of his weaknesses; hot food.

"Here, Mi-chan. My amazing porridge will kick that fever away in no time!" She beamed him a beautiful grin. She was confident with her home-made porridge which she cooked in less than three minutes.

"Itadakimasu..." Tokiya declared, before accepting the spoon Fuuko had been holding out in front of him. Fuuko just continued to grin while she waited for him to finish chewing.

Finally, a loud gulp was heard and silence covered the room.

"Five." It was the same low tone as always, the low tone that drives every girl crazy.

"Eh?" Fuuko couldn't hide her confusion after hearing a seemingly random number out of nowhere. Or was Tokiya just solving Math problems inside his mind? During this time?

"In a scale of 100, I'll give you a 5 for this porridge." He smirked.

Fuuko tried all her might not to squeeze her boyfriend's neck.

The End

Author's Notes:
Err...I actually don't know if Mi-chan is indeed a nyanko-jita or not. (I believe it wasn't mentioned anywhere.) I wish Anzai-sensei inserted little tidbits like that in the manga or even in the omakes. Orz I mean, they can be useful for fanfictions! xD