Prompt: Advice
Other characters: None (aside from mentions of Sumire).
Other pairings: None.
Notes: The end of the manga gave me so many feels, as did the memorial book. Those of you who have not been to the Gakuen Alice tag of tumblr, go there now and you'll see what I mean! All these feels just needed to be channeled into something a little more manageable, so I decided to write something :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or any of its characters.

Mikan just wasn't acting like herself today, and Natsume had almost had it by the end of their date.

A walk through Central Town had been her idea, yet she'd arrived at their agreed meeting spot late, her breathing so even that she couldn't possibly have run to at least try to be punctual. He'd let her tardiness slide with nothing more than a displeased grunt, for his fiancée had quite a track record for never being on time, but it was her skirt that had caught his attention next.

Too short, he decided almost immediately, and since then, he simply could not put it out of his mind. It was one thing if she wore something so revealing during a date in one of their dorms, but it was another to notice how all the men they passed would gawk at her legs shamelessly.

He didn't say anything to Mikan, both because he just wasn't the type to fixate on clothing, and because he believed she had a right to do what she chose with her own body. But that didn't mean at least half a dozen men didn't spontaneously combust as they passed.

She'd ordered next to nothing at the restaurant, despite her infamous gluttony, and had shown absolutely no excitement over any of the displays Central Town had to offer, even though just last week, she'd flown off into a dream land over even the smallest trinket.

By the time he dropped her off at her dorm, Natsume simply couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"You want to explain to me just what was wrong with you today?" he asked dryly.

Mikan swiftly averted his eyes, picking at some thread on her blouse instead. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"You honestly think playing dumb is going to work?" he growled, narrowing his crimson eyes down at her when she fidgeted uncomfortably. "I felt like I wasn't even out with Mikan today. What exactly happened?"

She mumbled something intangible under her breath, hoping it would suffice, but one glance at his expectanct glare had her repeating her words clearly. "Permy gave me some advice last night."

Dread almost immediately settled over him, but he kept his voice cool as he raised one questioning eyebrow. "Advice?" When Mikan said nothing in return, he insisted, "What did she say exactly?"

"She said that if I wanted to keep you, there were a few things that I should change," his girlfriend revealed, ducking her head so he couldn't see the red running across her cheeks.

Natsume sighed roughly, gazing down at her with a flat stare. Everything made perfect sense now. Of course his moronic, gullible girlfriend would believe everything that spewed out of that blasted woman's mouth. Of course she would follow the idiotic advice to a tee.

"So you being late?" he asked, almost exhausted by the whole ordeal.

"She said it's important to be fashionably late."

"And the skirt?" He was almost positive now that it had not been her idea, and his suspicions were confirmed when her entire face turned a mortified red.

"Sh-She said I needed to i-intice you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper this time. "My wardrobe's not sexy enough for someone like you, is what she said."

"For the love of..." he grumbled, slapping a palm against his forehead. He loved the way Mikan dressed, even if he'd sooner kiss Naru than tell anyone that. Was there anything cuter than the sight of her wearing her favorite beanie with the bear ears sewed on?

"Let me guess," he hissed, just barely containing himself. "She told you to eat less and stop getting excited about everything, or else I'd get annoyed, right?"

Mikan nodded, a pout twisting her lips, and Natsume could only roll his eyes.

"I want you to forget everything she told you," he ordered her sternly. "In no way does she know what I want. Do you think I would have exchanged Alice stones with you if I wanted you to change after?"

"I just didn't want to lose you!" she defended herself. "She said that, as the President of the Natsume and Ruka Fan Club, there was no one else who knew you better."

"Well, she doesn't know me, Mikan, so stop listening to her," he growled back. "Now tell me, that was the only nonsense she told you, right?"

To his surprise, the blush engulfing her cheeks darkened to an alarming shade of crimson, creeping over her neck and ears as well. She suddenly couldn't meet his eyes once again, taking a keen interest in the brown carpet under their feet. This couldn't have been anything good, Natsume feared.

"What?" he asked cautiously. "What else did she tell you?"

"W-Well," Mikan stuttered, "she told me I needed to be more a-aggressive."

He gaped down at her incredulously. "Aggressive? She wants you to fight people? And how exactly does she think violence is going to–"

"Not that kind of aggressive!" Mikan cut across him. "This kind!"

Fisting the front of his shirt in both of her dainty hands, she yanked him down and pulled herself up to the tips of her toes, meeting his lips in the middle for a chaste kiss. Screwing her eyes shut, she pressed her mouth against his more firmly, drawing out the kiss for a few more beats. He could only blink down at her rapidly, his brain short-circuited from the surprise, until she pulled away.

"L-Like that," she mumbled, stepping back and twiddling her thumbs.

Silence stretched out between them as he attempted to regain his bearings. It wasn't often that she was the first to initiate a kiss, and certainly not without incessant coaxing on his part. He could still feel the warmth of her mouth under his own, a kiss made timid in light of her embarrassment. He could definitely get used to this.

Twisting an arm around her waist, he bent down and covered her mouth yet again, this time for a kiss much more aggressive than the last.

"You know, you should really listen to Permy more often."

A/N: Aaaaand, there you have it ^_^

I haven't decided whether all the drabbles in this alphabet series will take place in high school or beyond, or whether they'll all even be in the canon universe. For now, let's just say you have to take what you get :P

I also haven't come up with prompts for the rest of the alphabet yet. If any of you have prompts you want to give me, feel free! I will, of course, choose the one that gets my muse kick-started, especially if multiple people give me prompts for the same letter. Thank you in advance :D