A/N: I know, I know, I know... This is really bad, I should really just pick a fandom and stick to it shouldn't I... But that's the problem! I just love writing and when something catches my eye, then that's it! I'm off! Gone! And I either take it all the way or I get so bored of it that I abandon it and just cba anymore... :/ I hope this doesn't end up this way :/ I'll try my best.

This is my first fic in this fandom, so be nice :)

Atonement.

"Whatever..." Misaki sighed, tugging Usui's shirt to his elbows and waiting impatiently for him to take it the rest of the way. As soon as he was done with it, she took it and walked off to the bathroom and slammed the shirt in the washing machine. Upon re-entering Usui's living-room-come-bedroom, she found him stretched out topless on his couch, the cover laying on the floor and his arms reaching behind his head. Ignoring the blush rising to her cheeks, Misaki wandered over to retrieve the blanket and sling it over his legs, frowning when he groaned and promptly kicked it away again.

"It's too hot!" He groaned when she attempted to re-cover him, "Besides, it might obscure your lovely view."

Misaki made an incredulous sound as she checked his temperature again, raising an eyebrow at the heat emanating from his forehead. "Lovely view my arse..." She muttered, turning and reaching for the bowl of water and cold towels.

"Ayuzawa..." Usui said, watching as she soaked and folded a towel neatly. "You really don't need to look after me..."

She shook her head, moving the hair from his face with one hand and positioning the towel with the other. "It's my fault you're like this anyway... I just want to help... If you really don't want my help you can tell me to bugger off."

Usui sighed, the wonderful cold of the towel on his forehead nearly stealing all thought, but leaving just enough for him to murmur, "Cold now."

Misaki couldn't help but smile as she reached for the cover, dragging it up to his chest and smoothing it over. "See, if I wasn't here you would have had to do that yourself."

Nodding, Usui wormed about on the sofa to get more comfortable, trying not to jostle his arm in the process. She was right of course, which was rare, but in this instance he couldn't help but acknowledge it. He would have had to do that himself if she wasn't there to do it for him. And he would have had to sort out his own cold towels, but he wouldn't have done that anyway. He might also have had to cook his own meal, if he had the appetite on his own, which of course he didn't, he only really ate the rice because she'd cooked it for him.

He stole a glance at the girl now working in his washroom, sorting out his washing so he wouldn't have to try and do it himself. It didn't really matter how many times he could try and tell her not to, she would just ignore him and do it anyway, convinced that she had to repay him for making his life more fulfilling. Because she's stubborn like that. Not that he really minded, if he was honest, he actually enjoyed the challenge.

"Ayuzawa... Misaki... I'm going to sleep. Can you try and keep the noise to a dull roar please..."

Misaki frowned, poking her head through the door to glare at the boy who had already rolled onto his side, away from her. He really knew how to push her buttons didn't he... He was such an idiot... And while the majority of his idiocy seemed to be focused on annoying her to an even more irritable state than she was already in, the energy he had put into recovering had dropped dramatically in quantity.

Sighing, Misaki turned back to the washing. All his clothes seemed to be made out of some expensive fabric or other, in fact the only thing that didn't seem to be from some high class shop was his uniform. And of course his underwear, but she tried not to pay too much attention to those.

An hour later and all the washing was finished and was just disappearing into the tumble drier. Time to check on it, Misaki thought, padding quietly over to the sofa, walking round the back of it to peer at 'it's face. Hmmph, Misaki made a face, how come he only looks this cute when he's sleeping? A slight blush climbed her neck at the thought, and she quickly turned away before anything similar could jump into her pheromone barraged brain.

After another hour the washing was done drying and Misaki had cleaned Usui's Kitchen from top to bottom, which honestly hadn't taken very much as he hadn't really used it since he hurt his arms. Correction, since she hurt his arms. Misaki winced at the reminder, and went to start folding the washing.

Usui yawned, stretching on the couch, his fingers clicking somewhere above his head. He felt much better after having slept, and his fever had gone down too, which was good. He sat up and looked around for his glasses, finding them he put them on, then looked about for Misaki. He couldn't see her from the couch, so he swung his legs to the floor and stood up, his head pounding gently at the change in position.

"Ayuzawa?" He called, padding into the kitchen. The place was quieter than he would have liked. He was just about to walk back out again, when something caught his eye; the dishcloth was draped over the tap; he never left it like that, it must have been Misaki.

Walking out into the living room he turned and walked into the washroom, finding a couple of piles of neatly folded clothing, a few ironed shirts, but no Misaki.

He was beginning to suspect that Misaki had left when he spotted a folded piece of paper on his coffee table. Walking over, he took it and gingerly unfolded it.

It read:

Usui,

I did your washing and cleaned the kitchen, but it's late and I needed to go home. I didn't want to wake you so I left this note. I hope you get better soon, you have my number if you need anything.

Misaki,

Usui sighed, feeling a little disappointed that she'd left before he could talk to her a little longer. Still, she had basically invited him to phone her. Setting the note down, he reached for his phone, flipping it open and punching in Misaki's number; he spent enough time staring at it that the numbers were engraved into his brain by now.

As expected she picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hi Ayuzawa, it's me."

"Oh, hi Usui. Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I just wanted to make sure you got home alright."

"Why?"

"It's late and I don't know when you left my apartment, so I was worried something might have happened to my precious maid."

"...You still have a fever don't you, pervert."

"No, I don't think so," Usui said, reaching up with one hand to his forehead and pressing his bandaged palm to the place, "But it would be easier to tell if you could check it for me."

He hoped his smirk had reached all the way down the phone, and by the sound of her muffled gag and something sounding like a pencil snapping, it would seem his hopes had been fulfilled. "Usui..." Misaki growled down the line, "Don't make me cross with you when you're still ill. I'll just add it all up for when you're better."

"I like the sound of that Prez." He teased, relaxing into the hold of his sofa, pulling his knees up and dragging the cover over his legs. "Thank you for cleaning my kitchen and doing my washing by the way."

"No problem."

"You didn't have to do it, I would have done it when I was better."

"No, I did it so you wouldn't have to. It's part of taking care of you."

Usui smirked again, "Do you like taking care of me Prez?"

"I don't like the fact that I hurt you. I'm trying to atone for my mistake, so taking care of something I hurt is one way. That's what I mean."

"Well could you please take care of me tomorrow as well? I promise not to fall asleep again." Usui said, trying to hide the surprise from his voice. Yes, Misaki had practically blamed herself for his injuries before, she more seemed like she was just making excuses for relying on him for things. She had never mentioned atoning. Now he thought she might be blaming herself entirely for him breaking his hand and arm. Atonement... Punishment...

"If you like."

The words bought a small measure of relief, but he couldn't help replying, "Only if you like. You don't have to push yourself for me."

"I'm not." Well that was a surprise, wasn't it! Not. "I'm doing it because it's my fault to begin with."

"Misaki-"

"No, I want to do this... To repay you..."

"To punish yourself."

"Goodnight Usui."

"Sweet dreams Misaki."

"Pervert."

He was sure some of his laughter must have gotten down the line before she hung up. So even if she was trying to atone for some so-called mistake, she wasn't above calling him a pervert. That was good. At least she wasn't turning so soft that he'd have to toughen her up a bit. It wasn't good for Misaki to be thinking like that; as if she had something to suffer for. She'd been through enough in her life anyway, what with her family and the depts. And then the school work and her job and then having to put up with him. He did feel guilty about making her suffer in his presence all the time, but he just couldn't find it in himself to stay away from her. He might be strong, but god knew he wasn't that strong. He only hoped he lasted until tomorrow.

A/N: Yes this means there's another chapter at least :D Maybe even today! :O! Please review :)