A/N: A little technical problem is keeping me from uploading the next chapter for my other story, so I wrote this on another PC while I try to get my laptop fixed.

I need to thank the awesome Random-Pixie123 (read her works if you haven't yet) and her story "What a Boyfriend Should Do" for giving me an idea on how to do the First Day. I hope she doesn't mind that I based a paragraph on it.

My SKET Dance story no. 3. This ended up having more BossuHime hints than I originally planned, so much so that I even considered changing the title to "12 Days of BossuHime". I hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own SKET Dance. I don't own Bleach or Rurouni Kenshin, either.

Outside the Sket Dan's clubroom, a note was taped to the door, and it read:

We won't be here for the next twelve days, so please take your requests to the Pocket Dan. During this time, we'll be visiting the children's nursing home Hidamari Garden every day as part of Yabasawa-san's request, which we've dubbed "Operation: Twelve Days of Sketmas". (Who came up with that lame name?!) (Himeko, don't tsukkomi on our announcement, and don't call my idea lame!) (LOL)

PS: We're accepting donations for the children. Leave them in the large box inside our clubroom. (We're just gonna leave the clubroom unlocked?) (Himeko!) (LOL)

On the first day of Sketmas, the Sket Dan had received: Tsubaki's "Love and Honesty".

Let it never be said just how much Bossun disliked his twin brother's sense of aesthetics. He sat on their couch at home, feeling somewhat happy that Tsubaki was their first donor, but at the same time greatly annoyed because the "damn eyelash freak" didn't consider just how wrong his donation was. The shirt was several sizes too big for any child, and the gaudy kanji for love and honesty emblazoned on the middle weren't particularly appealing to any age group. At a lost, Bossun put on his goggles and hoped his enhanced concentration would tell him what to do.

When he stirred Himeko from her sleep with a phone call fifteen minutes after eleven o'clock, she was understandably peeved. When she found out it was him, she was plain hopping mad. But when Bossun told her how the kids would love her delicious cooking, her face became more flustered, and it was no longer because of anger. She turned an even deeper shade of red when he told her they'd go shopping for ingredients together. But when he mentioned Switch was coming along, she suddenly hung up, and for some reason, Bossun got the feeling Himeko was going to need a new phone the next day.

A knock came on Bossun's door, followed by his mother's voice. "Yusuke, are you still awake? I'm done sewing."

Bossun popped his head outside the door, and Akane unfurled the white fabric in her hands. When her son had come into her room with a T-shirt she recognized as Tsubaki's handiwork, she had no idea what he wanted her to do. When Yusuke told her to turn the shirt into an apron, she still didn't know what her son was up to. And when her son was grinning at the finished product, mumbling something about how Himeko would look while wearing it, she just decided her son was growing up too fast for her to keep up.

"Thanks, Mom! You're the best!"

Bossun snatched the apron from her hands and closed the door, leaving Akane half-dazed and half-smiling, trying to recall the last time her son called her the best.

On the second day of Sketmas, the Sket Dan had received: Two bamboo swords and a pack of Friske Fruity.

When Himeko came to check on the donations, she found Bossun and Switch sword fighting. On any other day, she would have sat back and enjoyed the spectacle, but she realized they were playing with Shinzou and Shinpei's donations, so she graciously showed them some true swordsmanship.

"Stop fooling around, you idiots!" she snapped. "What the heck are we going to do with these? We can't let kids play with bamboo swords!"

Bossun groaned, rubbing at the small lump on his head. "Of course we're not letting them play with those. Switch was thinking we do a parody skit or something. Maybe Rurouni Kenshin or Bleach. Anything with swords. Otakura's a cosplayer, so we can borrow the clothes from him."

"Bleach is more modern, so I think it's a better pick for a younger audience. Himeko could be Rukia, Bossun will be Ichigo, and I'll—" Switch was cut-off mid-sentence when Himeko grabbed him by the shoulder' and started vigorously shaking him.

"Aren't Ichigo and Rukia…?" She was turning red and the otaku knew why.

Switch cocked an eyebrow. He knew Himeko only had the slightest knowledge about shounen anime like Bleach, but he couldn't resist the urge to tease her. "You ship IchiRuki?"

That comment only served to incite a more vicious shaking. "IchiRuki? What the heck's an IchiRuki? Don't use your otaku slang on me!" She was clearly masking her embarrassment with violence, which Switch found both amusing and painful.

"Hey, we're not here to discuss Bleach pairings!" Bossun interrupted. "Let's just do a remake of the first episode. Switch, you be the Hollow. Download some Hollow sounds or whatever."

"Roger!" Switch said with a salute.

"Himeko, drop by my house tonight. I got every season of Bleach on DVD. We can rehearse before we go there tomorrow. Now, c'mon. We still need to buy ingredients." Bossun was already out the door before Switch and Himeko could stand up.

On their way to the local grocer's, Himeko's brain was going haywire with thoughts like: Did he just ask me to come to his house? At night? At his house? Watching a video? At his house? Just me and him? At his house?

She had visited a number of times before, but she had never gone alone. And after the Osaka incident (where she completely discarded reason and hugged him), she often found herself acting unnecessarily self-conscious. Somehow, she knew that when she gets to his house later that night, she was going to drag Rumi out of her room so they can watch the first episode together. All three of them. Not just Bossun and her.

On the third day of Sketmas, the Sket Dan had received: Three G-pens, two paper reams, and the latest Jump magazine.

If they had to be honest, all three of them were somewhat disappointed that Roman's donation turned out so normal. They were expecting a manga with an outrageous storyline, the kind that would've surely made the children laugh, but she seemed to be busy trying to get serialized, so the Sket-dan couldn't really blame her.

Bossun's concentration mode gave birth to another great idea. He took two sheets of paper, folded them into an origami flower, and handed it to Himeko, who blushed at the gesture even when she didn't mean to. Seeing this, Bossun started blushing as well. Switch coughed a little electronic cough to snap them out of it.

"Y-Yeah, here, hold this for me, Himeko."

"S-Sure. And your origami's realistic as always, Bossun."

"T-Thanks."

They kept stuttering till their flushed faces regained their usual coloring. Bossun had affixed a small paper card onto the flower, with the words "To: Hime-chan" written in the best penmanship he could manage. Himeko knew it was for the girl in the orphanage named Hime-chan, but she still couldn't stop her mind from going to that conclusion. And though she knew Bossun would never call her Hime-chan in any lifetime, she still found herself imagining what he would sound like if he ever did.

Switch tried to keep Bossun's attention away from Himeko, who had her eyes closed and was clearly somewhere far away, left to the devices of her imagination. "Are you planning to make origami and a card for all the kids, Bossun?"

Bossun kept his eyes fixed on his work as he answered. "Yeah. While I fold these, you make the cards, and Himeko, write 'Merry Christmas from the Sket-dan' on them."

Switch considered the possibility of ending up doing both jobs, seeing as Himeko looked like she didn't plan on returning to their world anytime soon.