Kita Michiru was a woman of many talents. She may not have been as strong or as savvy as anyone had hoped, but she knew how to put herself to use.

Cleaning.

The men of the manor seemed to be challenged by the simple daunting act of cleaning. If they had managed to properly fold and place their clothes, it was a miracle. While Shito-kun may have been tidier, his room full of clutter was anything but cleanly.

Chika-kun was the exact opposite. He had a room that was barren and void of any worldly possessions. With a space full of nothing, it was amazing how filthy it could become. It wasn't uncommon to see clothes strewn about like Christmas lights and food wrappings and other trash collecting on the floor. Heaven forbid someone should peak under his bed.

Errands.

Since the majority of the house loathed running errands, it was up to Michiru to make sure that nobody died from starvation, bled to death because they were out of bandages, or slipped in the bathroom because the pipes started leaking. She would often make trips into town, stopping here and there to pick up this and that. No one ever really knew what she brought home, but everything seemed in order, so they let it be.

After all, she would always have to make a stop at the convenience store on the way home to pick up some snacks for Koyomi-san.

Homework.

If there's one thing Michiru was, it was smart. You wouldn't think she'd have the time to get such good grades with how often she and the others go zombie hunting. If it isn't that, she's being held hostage at Chika-kun's part-time job to help bring in some extra money.

Still, she was the one that tutored Koyomi-san in math, helped Shito-kun with his art projects, and sat around watching Chika-kun do his homework. He was plenty smart, required virtually no assistance, but if she didn't babysit him, it just wouldn't get done.

Cooking.

It was no secret that everyone loved Koyomi-san's cooking. She made dinner almost every night and even Sotetsu-san would drop in to have whatever she was serving.

But every once in awhile, Michiru would have to step in and cook. Koyomi-san had a nasty habit of downing Fanta and it made it unsafe for her to use the stove. If she wasn't tipsy, she was sick or out for the day. It was hard telling with her sometimes. Still, it gave Michiru a rare opportunity to do something different.

Still, she wasn't particularly fond of the chore. At least, she wasn't up until recently. After the incident of being trapped in the school, Michiru's perspective changed quite drastically.

Seeing a small, frightened Chika-kun curled up by the front door waiting for his mother to come home broke her heart. All he wanted was her affection and love. He wanted to sit at their small table together and eat. He was starving and it showed.

So Michiru made sure to cook a little more often. She wanted to be certain that Chika-kun ate - that he was fed. She knew it was silly, since he always ate whatever Koyomi-san fixed, but... it made her feel warm and peaceful to see him happily eating her food as well. He would never outright compliment her, but she noticed the sparkle in his eyes when he took that first bite.

Perhaps cooking wasn't so bad, she thought.

"A/N: I never write stuff this short. Ever. Still, I didn't have a lot of time today and I really wanted to write. So I picked #35 off of the 64 damn prompts list and rolled with it. This is what you get."