You sat, staring at the flames on the stove that licked the bottom of the kettle you'd put on. Hiro and Clare were doing another lesson, and you glanced at the clock. They should be done by now... you thought irritably. Then, as if she had read your mind, Clare's figure flashed past the doorway with Hiro following. You jumped up and walked after them, stopping as you heard Clare speak.
        "Hiro, why don't we hang out tomorrow -- you know, not a lesson? Just as friends, to get to know each other a little better." You heard Hiro let out a small chuckle as he spoke.
        "Sounds cool. I don't think I've got anything going on so... what time?"
        "Would twelve be okay?" Hiro must have nodded, because Clare let out a little squeal of excitement, and flung her arms around his neck.
        "See you tomorrow Mr. Hamada!" She winked at him, before walking out the door. Hiro shut it behind her and turned, seeing you. You let your hands fall from where you had been digging your fingernails hard into the beam of the doorway.
        "Good session?" Hiro smiled.
        "Yeah, her math's really improving!"
        "That's good." Hiro's smile fell as you brushed past him into the kitchen. "I'm going to bed," you called over your shoulder.
        Grabbing a tea packet and a mug, you made your way back downstairs where you'd boiled water, and almost ran into Hiro. He smirked, lifting up the orange tea pot for you to see. You flashed him a weak smile and let him follow you once again into the kitchen. Setting your mug on the table, you set the packet in and let Hiro pour steaming water in after. "Night," you said flatly, walking back out and up the staircase.
        You knew you didn't have much of a right to be mad at Hiro -- but Clare had gone to far when she hugged him. By now, it was obvious that she had taken a liking to him, and you didn't like it one bit.
        The TV flashed before you, and you took another sip of your tea, leaning back on your bed. Hiro came up a little while later, and you could tell he'd taken a shower. His hair was dripping wet, and to your surprise -- he wasn't wearing a shirt. Your face turned beet red, and you glued your gaze back to the television, pretending not to notice. There was some shuffling and Hiro -- towel still wrapped around his neck -- sat down next to you. He hadn't dried off completely, and you glared at him as you rubbed your sleeve, doing your best to dry it.
        "(Y/N), what's wrong?" He finally spoke, looking at you with sad eyes.
        "Nothing Hiro, I'm fine," you answered, not daring to drop your gaze from his face. Hiro smiled mischievously at your flustered state.
        "You sure? Anything bothering you?"
        "Hiro!" You groaned, starting to get annoyed. "Leave me alone! I'm trying to watch this!" He was now completely blocking your view of the TV, and you shoved his bare chest to get him to move. Now, he was very skinning, but stronger than you would have expected. He didn't move a muscle, and in the end, you just scooted to the end of the bed, turning your back to him.
        "(Y/N)..." his words sounded slightly more pained, and you looked sadly at the ground. He flopped down onto his stomach and looked up at you. "What's wrong?" He frowned, and you noticed the little creases that formed around his mouth when he did. You let out a heavy sigh.
        "I just-" Hiro nodded, signaling for you to continue. "I don't know... it's just, I miss hanging out more, I guess," you lied, and Hiro smiled slightly. He sat up, and put a hand on your cheek.
        "(Y/N)..." he said again. You leaned a little closer to him, setting a hand on his chest.
        "I know Hiro." You pulled him in for a kiss. His chest pressed up against yours, and you smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. Eventually, you leaned back, your lips tingling and your face burning -- knowing there was no need to say anything else.