Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 471

Pairings (throughout the story): Hatori/Tohru, with mentions of Kyo/Kagura and Yuki/Machi

A/N: LOL I've never done this before, doing little snippets for a certain pairing. A few things:

1) The snippets won't be related in any way. It'll seem that way for a few of them, but I didn't plan on that LOL

2) I'm doing them ABC style. And I might be a little OOC in a few. MIGHT, I DON'T KNOW. GOD. It's so hard to write Hatori LOL

3) It's mostly fluff. There's like...1 or 2 angsty ones, but I felt like doing some fluff, K? They'll be short, too. Nothing exceeds 500 words. I'm so proud of myself.

I'll be updating this DAILY, so by the 26th day, I'll be finished! Unless I somehow forget, then maybe not. Also, I know I have to update "Heaven's Full of the Hopeful". I KNOW. I just...I'm so tired of writing angsty stuff for all my stories, god. I need some fluff! I NEED IT.

So please enjoy "Every Waking Moment"! Today's letter is: A.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fruits Basket.

A is for "Articulate"

Hatori placed the dishes on the counter. He looked down at the small woman hovering over the sink. "Tohru," she looked over at the dirty dishes.

"Oh! Hatori! Y-You didn't have to get them!" she said to him. She always felt terrible for making him work, especially since he worked all day being a doctor. He watched her soapy hands grab the dirty bowls.

He smiled. "Here," he maneuvered around her slumped body and grabbed the little dish towel resting on the counter. She watched him. "let me help you." She dropped whatever she had in her hand, because it made a little "clunk" sound.

"A-Ah! N-No! It's okay! I…I can do this!" He picked up one of the plates and turned his head to look at her. She looked worried, as if he was exhausted.

"Let me help you," he replied. He placed the dry dish on the counter. She felt her cheeks heat up a little and she went back to her dirty dishes. But something was bothering her; she just thought about it. He could see something was wrong. He eyed her. "What's wrong?" She squeaked. She hated when he knew.

"Oh, um…Hatori, how come you are never flustered? You never stumble over your words, and I always seem to mix words up around you or stutter…" he listened to her ramble on. She worked as she talked, and talked, and talked. But he didn't mind her rambling on. He always found her voice rather soothing.

"B-But, all I'm trying to say is…" he never thought of himself always articulate; he did have a few moments where he didn't know what to say and stumbled on his words. And once it was with Tohru (but only when he was trying to ask her out on a date). He placed down his last plate and leaned against the sink with his hands touching the smooth metal.

"Tohru," he interrupted her. She was going off on how many times she didn't know what to say, or repeated her sentences. She stared at him, nervous that he would be annoyed. She apologized under her breath and he sighed, laughing. He knew what to say. "Tohru, you do not know how hard it is to keep my composure around you sometimes."

She blushed. "O-O-Oh," she quickly turned to face the dirty dishes in the water. "Y-You don't mean that…" she wandered off the subject. He softened his gaze on her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She smiled.

"Of course I do," he whispered. He looked down, but couldn't resist. He wrapped the other arm around her and held her close to him. She dropped the plate in her hand and relaxed in his arms. She didn't mind taking just a little break. He smiled. "Tohru, you cease to amaze me."

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