I had been living with Yamato for two days and I was still trying to get used to living with a man. A man I was pretending to be married to. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I pinched myself on my arm.

"Ouch!" Nope, I wasn't dreaming. I took a deep breath and looked around the apartment. Roomba was moving around the room. I watched it for a few moments and then decided I had to do something. I had noticed Yamato's laundry piling up in the bathroom. Maybe I should do that. I had told the vice principal I was a housewife so I might as well start acting like one.

I walked into the bathroom and started sorting his laundry. I reached in and pulled out a green and blue plaid pair of shorts. Well I thought they were shorts. But I looked closer and realized what they were. His boxers. I quickly dropped them. I hadn't really thought this whole laundry thing through. Living with a guy and pretending to be his wife was one thing. But touching his underwear was another story. As soon as I saw them I remembered seeing him half naked right out of the bath my first night here. Then I started picturing him in the boxers.

I felt my face going red. And I quickly picked them up and threw them into the washer with the other darks. I added the soap and slammed the door shut then went out into the living room. I didn't know why it bothered me. It wasn't the first time I had seen men's underwear. I have a brother and father of course I'd seen underwear before. I continued cleaning to keep my mind off of the underwear incident. However, I couldn't run from them because I had to hang them up to dry.

I was making dinner when Yamato walked through the door. "I'm home," he called.

"Welcome back," I came out of the kitchen and looked at him. He was taking off his tie and I found myself quickly turning around and going back into the kitchen. I was a little annoyed with myself that his one piece of clothing had made me go shy. He would make fun of me so much if he knew what I was thinking.

"Pouty why are you so red?" Yamato came into the kitchen.

"Am I?" I asked laughing.

"Yes," Yamato came closer. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No," I said a little too quickly.

Yamato came towards me and cornered me against the counter. "Pouty…" he said in a tone of voice that made me look at him. He put his forehead against mine as soon as I dropped my guard and I tried to pull away but he held me in place. "You don't' feel warm."

"Of course not," I said. "I'm not sick."

"So what's wrong?" Yamato smirked. "Pouty what did you do while I was at work?"

It was like Yamato knew something had happened during the day. I looked away. "Nothing."

"Are you sure?" Yamato asked.

"Laundry," I said. "I was doing laundry."

"That's it?" Yamato asked as if he was expecting something else.

I looked at him. "That's it."

"Huh," he sighed and stepped away letting me have room. I tried to go back to making dinner. I heard him walk out of the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief. It was just underwear, I repeated to myself again. However the next minute Yamato came walking out with his boxers hanging from his hand.

"I'm going to take a bath," Yamato smiled.

I knew from that one look and the fact he was practically waving his boxers in my face was a clue he knew what had made me all red in the face. As soon as the door to the bathroom was closed I found my voice. "You're horrible Yamato."

I heard him let out a laugh. I had a feeling I would be getting over any shyness I had when it came to living with a guy pretty fast thanks to him.