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Also, this is my very first fanfic. Hope you'll like it :)


A fruity talk

It all happened a few days ago, when Aikawa came over to pick up my manuscript. We were talking about Misaki – we do that very often; Aikawa seems to be extremely fond of him. Then, all of a sudden, she asked me a rather weird question.

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"Hey Usami-sensei, what kind of fruit is Misaki?" I looked at the redhead and took off my glasses.

"Are you an idiot? Misaki is not a piece of fruit, he's a human being."

"I know that!" Aikawa yelled, obviously pissed off, "It's just something that came to me when you were telling me about that strawberry incident. I was trying to find a kind of fruit that fits Misaki's personality."

"That's simply the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Don't you have more useful things to think about, you crazy woman."

Aikawa had a thoughtful expression on her face, followed by an evil smile. "You're right," she started, "I don't have time to think about stuff like that, but you do. Since you've finished the manuscript, you have plenty of time to find it out." She rose from her seat and walked towards the door. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go see the printers now. Good luck and goodbye!"

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I rub my temples. God, I can't believe Aikawa has tricked me into that. To be honest, I don't really mind. It's kind of interesting and entertaining. Besides, it gives me a good reason to watch my cute little lover closely.

All of a sudden, a sweet voice speaks to me. "Usagi-san, dinner is ready!" Misaki takes off his mint green apron and sets the dining table. I simply stare at him, trying to find the answer to my editor's question.

"Uhm, Usagi-san? Is something the matter?"

"A peach," I mumble, but apparently the chocolate teen has heard me.

"What about peaches?"

"You're a peach, Misaki." Those beautiful emerald eyes stare back at me, giving me a sceptical look. "Are you feeling all right? You always say the craziest things after finishing a new novel. I bet you haven't slept for days." He sits down at the table and I join him.

"Aikawa asked me a question regarding fruit that matches your personality. I think you're a peach, because you're very soft."

"If you put it that way, I'd say I'm a strawberry," Misaki says softly. I smile at him and ruffle his hair. "I love strawberries," he continues.

"You like them because they're sweet and tasty, just like you." A beautiful blush covers the boy's creamy cheeks, making me smirk. "I guess you look like a strawberry as well."

"S-shut up!" Misaki pipes, clearly embarrassed and irritated.

I chuckle at his cuteness. "There's something I like much more than strawberries."

The chocolate teen tilts his head in confusion. "What would that be?"

"Bananas."

"Really? I never would've guessed."

I smirk, knowing that Misaki has no idea what I am talking about. He is still so innocent and naïve. I lean forward to whisper into my lover's ear. "I love bananas, especially your delicious banana."

As expected, the teen needs some time to think that one through, but eventually I notice that his face grows even redder, making him look like a ripe strawberry. "Y-you pervert! I can't believe you. Baka Usagi!" He almost falls of his chair as he tries to walk away, avoiding eye contact with me. A low chuckle escapes me. I can't help but think that Misaki is simply too cute for his own good.

No matter what kind of fruit he is, he will always taste amazing. I just love my fruity little Misaki.


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