This is the first oneshot I've written as part of the 30 Kisses livejournal challenge for KiyomaroXMegumi. Be warned though; there are ridiculously excessive amounts of fluff.

I sort of rushed through this chapter, so I'm sorry if things don't seem to flow smoothly. Still, I hope you enjoy it, and please tell me what you think!

"Ne, Kiyomaro-kun?"

Kiyomaro glanced up in surprise from his textbook (he'd picked it up the last time he'd visited his father for a bit of "light" reading) at the sound of Megumi's voice.

His friend and fellow bookkeeper grinned as their eyes met, and held up to slips of colorfully decorated paper, which Kiyomaro immediately recognized as tickets her concert.

"Would you like to come?" she inquired hopefully holding out both tickets hopefully, which the red bookkeeper accepted.

Of course, he wanted to go, to be there to support his friend. There were times when he though of her as more than merely a friend or partner, but he never voiced these thoughts aloud. Megumi was an idol; that they were able to spend as much time together as they did was a miracle. If he did voice his feeling, things would more than likely become uncomfortable between the two of them, and they'd only grow further apart.

"If only I could make you mine…"

"What was that, Kiyomaro-kun?"

His companions confused voice snapped the boy out of his musings, and he shook his head, blushing furiously.

"Oh…um…nothing! I-I was just talking to myself, that's all!"

Megumi had to suppress a laugh at the flustered expression that Kiyomaro currently wore, and instead said, "So would you like to come?"

While waiting for an answer, she knelt down in the soft grass, enjoying the peaceful feeling of the wind tossing about her long hair. For a brief moment, Kiyomaro felt as if he would like nothing more that to embrace her, to make sure that he was able to protect her in the battles to come. However, he ignored this feeling and responded, "Yeah, that'd be great.

He pulled himself to his feet and held out a hand for Megumi to take; he noticed with a surge of satisfaction that her face turned rather red as she took it, pulling herself to her feet.

"I'll see you tonight, Megumi-san! Good luck!"

Kiyomaro had turned and was about to depart when it struck him that Megumi had not yet released her grip on his had.

"Kiyomaro-kun?" she mumbled, tightening her grip slightly as she spoke.

"Hm?"

Megumi seemed to be reconsidering what she was going to say, because there was an awkward moment in which the two did nothing but stare at each other in silence. Finally, Kiyomaro took a reluctant step forward, planting a light kiss on the idol's cheek. She gasped, but made no movement to resist. He pulled away, now purposefully avoiding her gaze as he anxiously ran a shaking hand through his hair.

"Kiyomaro-kun?" Megumi began. "About that…that thing I wanted to tell you…"

"I...I've been wanting to say that...love you."

And with these words, Megumi dashed off, leaving Kiyomaro feeling better than he had ever felt before. Maybe there was a chance that he could make Megumi his after all.