Disclaimer: I do not own YLiA or any of the characters in this story.

A/N: These are five drabbles, if you're on mobile, the divisions might not be visible. But I'm working on it. Sorry.

I.

"How was it?"

The blue-eyed pianist turns to his side to gaze at the person who put color back into his life. Only to find that she wasn't there.

"Kaori?" He whips his head around in a frantic search of her. He had just finished playing a piece she had requested, he was so engulfed with it that he didn't notice when she slipped away.

Then he remembers her favorite napping spot whenever they're at his house. Under the piano, whenever he's playing.

"Next time, I should really put a futon under there, huh?" Kousei chuckles softly as he crouches down to see the peaceful figure of Kaori Miyazono. She looked like she was in total bliss. Almost like she wasn't gonna wake up. It alarmed Kousei a bit but was quickly reassured that she was alive when he heard her whisper his name in her sleep.

He fondly brushes her bangs with his fingers as he takes her beauty in one last time before going to his room to get a blanket and some pillows.

II.

"Friend A?"

"Hm? Kaori? It's uh, 3 in the morning. Is something wrong?" The prodigy yawns as he rubs his eyes.

"No, nothing's wrong," she answers.

"Can't sleep?"

"I'm actually really sleepy right now," she admits with an embarrassed laugh.

"Then why are you still up? Hungry? I can bring you some caneles tomo-"

"I wanted to hear your voice," she blurts out all of a sudden. The static of the call fill the awkward silence.

"Oh," he says. "Ohhh," he drags on. "Okay then, uh, what do you my voice to say?" He stutters. "Cause, you know. I mean, uh, err, Kaori?"

A cute snore that cuts through the static makes Kousei's eyes wrinkle and lips curve into a smile. She fell asleep. She really did just want to hear his voice.

"Starting tomorrow night, I guess I'll have to call you every night to make sure you actually go to sleep. Good night, Kaori." He ends the call, and makes a mental note to do just that for the rest of their lives.

III.

Snap!

It broke. Her string. The G string of her beloved violin.

"No!" Kaori whines. Breaking an E string was one thing, but a G string was on a whole other level. You would normally just replace it because it's gotten weary from use. Not because it snapped.

"Are you okay? Did it hit you?" Kousei asks worriedly as he takes her hands away from her face. Only to find it still mesmerizing even though she was in a puddle of tears. And it amuses him a bit that he smiles.

"Kousei! My G-string snapped! I played too hard! I hurt my violin, and you're laughing at me! Stupid, friend A!" like a child, she hits him with his bow a few times before she sobs into his shoulder as she hugs her instrument. "I'm so sorry," she whispers to it repeatedly.

"Hey, calm down. I'm sure all the great violinists broke their Gs at some point as well. It's because they were that passionate and immersed in their playing like you were just a second ago," he rubs circles on her back and pats her head lightly. Trying to be the ever supportive friend A.

"If it's any consolation, I'll go with you to the music store to buy a new set. That was your last one right? See, the timing fits, maybe it was just really worn out as well," he reassures her.

"You'd be crying too if you had to replace the strings of your piano," she sticks her tongue out at him.

"Probably broke as well, considering the number of strings my piano has," he thinks aloud. "So, if you're up for it, we can go buy some now," he adds as he wipes her tears away with his thumb.

"Of course I'm up for it! I wouldn't dare keep my violin waiting."

"Says the person who stopped playing for months," he teases lightly.

"I was sick!" She counters, her bow dangerously pointed at his throat.

"Just kidding! Kidding! You win!" He raises his hands up in fear and surrender.

"Hmph! Insensitive friend A!" She puffs, crossing her arms together.

"Yeah, yeah. Pack up you violin so we can leave. You use Evah Pirazzi strings, right?"

Her eyes widen a bit as she stares at him. Something that he finds quite strange, and embarrassing. Heat rises up to their cheeks as they realize that they've been staring at each other.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"How did you know what brand I use? Are you a stalker?" Her eyes narrow as she accuses him.

"A stalk- what? Of course not!"

"You so are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

Their childish banter went on for quite a while. Safe to say that Kaori didn't get home as early as she should have.

IV.

"So, is there a good reason as to why I'm carrying you on my back, in this heat, when you can walk just fine on your own?"

"Be a gentleman, friend A! Do you really want to tire out someone who just got out of the hospital and had a major surgery?" She reasons.

"This is being a slave, not a gentleman!" He mumbles to himself.

"What was that?" Damn, her hearing skills were too good sometimes.

"Nothing, nothing. So, where to, Ojou-sama?" He asks as he readjusts his grip on her.

"The kingdom of Ma Fille! North-northeast! Hurry up, horsey!" She chants, laughing a bit as she did so. Her eyes sparkling as she points out the direction. Kousei could actually hear the smile from her voice.

"I'm going as fast as I can without tripping over, be patient."

"You really are a slowpoke, Friend A," she pokes his cheeks.

"And yet you love me, so who's the one with the problem here?"

"K-Kousei, you idiot!" She stutters as she buries her face into his back. Desperately trying to hide her blush.

He laughs at her helplessness. And she joins in after a moment, the sound of his laugh, music to her ears.

V.

She was standing, he was sitting, their back to each other. Endearing noted filled the music room as the kept playing. Ballade in G minor Op. 23. They were practicing for an upcoming competition at Osaka. Kaori got an invite a few weeks after her surgery.

They finish with a flourish and the violinist steps back a bit, a little tired. They have been practicing for quite a while now.

The blonde was a bit startled when two arms snaked around her body and pulled her in as she turned around. More so when Kousei nuzzled his face into her body and holds her tightly.

"What's wrong, Kousei?" She smooths his hair to soothe him. "You're being kind of a pervert, you know that?"

"You're here, right? You're not gonna disappear anymore? You're real, right? Right?" He asks softly.

It melts her heart how he's reacted to the piece they just played. How he looks so afraid of losing her. So content with just holding her.

"Of course I'm real, dummy!" She chuckles as she squeezes his shoulders lightly. "I'm not leaving you even if you want me to."

"You'd better not. I'm so glad," he stands up and releases her from the hug after one last squeeze.

"Is that why you kept looking at me?" She holds onto his arm, pulling him closer. Their faces, inches apart. "Because you were afraid I would disappear again?"

"That, and I really like looking at you," he says, a boyish grin appearing on his face.

"You pervert!" She tries to push him away but Kousei had other plans.

He leans forward until their foreheads are touching, caresses her warm cheeks and leans in slowly. As Kaori starts to relax and close her eyes, he starts laughing and falls back on his chair. Leaving the violinist hanging, and dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, it's just so fun to tease you," he says after a laugh. "If you were wondering, Watari taught me about the teasing stuff," he adds. As he looks back up, he sees a teary-eyed, flustered, and angry Kaori Miyazono.

"Kousei Arima-san," she says calmly, an menacing aura surrounding her.

"Heh, yes?" He sweat-drops, realizing the magnitude of his recent deeds.

She walks forward until there's not even an inch of space between them. "I did not," she pokes his chest, "fight my disease just so you could tease me with an almost kiss," she continues.

"You don't deserve me," she declares.

"I know," he agrees with a smile, catching her off guard. "But I'll do everything in my power to make you happy and live up to those expectations," and with that, he leans in for a real kiss this time.

He savors it. The way she tenses up in the first few seconds but relaxes into him just as quickly. The way her lips taste, strawberries and caneles. How soft, plush, but firm those lips are. How breathtaking the kiss was in every sense of the word.

She smiles into the kiss, committing everything to memory. The way his hands are firm on her waist. The way they tilt their faces deepen the kiss. How his lips taste like moomoo milk and caneles. How they were inexperienced and clumsy, but that was the fun part. They'd learn together.

Since they were in a school music room and quite obviously borderline making out, it might be a good idea to stop. But hey, none of the teachers come into this room anyway.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Healthy criticism is always welcome. And requests too, if you'd like. This was inspired by the Nisekoi drabbles of Rikato Tojidofukuto, the author of Darling. Go check it out if you like Nisekoi. And the layout's kinda inspired by that fic as well.