Haruna's P.O.V

"Oba?"

I lift my head up from the kitchen table. "I'm sorry Harue."

"It's okay, Oba." He pats my head lovingly.

"Thank you." I stand. "I'll cook something for you real quick."

I quickly whipped up some curry with rice. I was sure to make it mild for Harue.

He ate and then quickly fell asleep. I left some for myself but I wasn't hungry.

I felt really bad because Harue had to see Fumi and I fight like that.

I sigh and put my head down again. I now had a splitting head ache and my cheek stung from the harsh slap I'd received. I don't know what the fuck she did but somehow it burned like hell.

I tried to ignore it and just pass out on the table so that tomorrow could come. So that I would somehow wake up to peace.

"Too bad that won't happen." I smile to myself.

The buzzer to my door goes off and I limp over to the counter to see who it is.

"...Yamato?"

"Let me in? Please?"

"...." I push the release button and return to my position. I didn't want him seeing my face.

He closes the door behind him and I feel him get closer. Until he hovers over me.

I close my eyes.

"What happened?"

"Stuff."

I hear the chair beside me move. He probably sat down.

I hear nothing but the sound of our even breathing. It wasn't awkward, if anything, his presence was quite soothing.

Suddenly I feel his fingers run through my long hair. I opened my eyes and he stopped.

"Should I stop?"

"No." I close my eyes once more. "It feels relaxing."

He continues his hand traveling closer and closer to my face. His hand began stroking my cheek gently.

"Was it this side that she slapped?"

I chuckle. "No, it was the other."

"Can you put you head up? Please?"

"I don't want you to see my injured face..."

"Come on..."

I sigh and sit up so he can see.

"Oh wow." He looks at it painfully. "It looks like she got you with her nails."

I turn my face away. "You saw already so..." I'm about to put my face down again.

"No no no." He stops me. "I'm gonna disinfect it."

He gets up from his chair. "Stay here. Where's your first aid kit?"

"....in the bathroom."

He comes back with it and takes out a cotton ball and dampens it with alcohol.

"Turn this way." He orders quietly.

I obey and turn my face towards him. He takes his free hand and takes the other side adjusting it to a better angle.

He began disinfecting it. It stung more than before and I cringed each time he got an open cut.

"Does it hurt too bad?"

"Kind of." I answer honestly. "But I'll survive."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"You mean Fumi didn't tell you?"

"She was crying the whole time. It feels easier to ask you."

"Am I supposed to cry to skip your question?" I ask sarcastically.

"No." His face looks amused. "You can pass without crying.

The rest of the time he just cured my cheek in silence. After he finished I smile. "Thank you."

"She told me to come check on you."

"Fumi?"

"Who else?"

I put my head down once more. "Can you guys make up?" He asks sitting down again.

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"Sure. I'll apologize when I’m ready."

"Okay. Promise?" I hear his elbow on the table.

I look up and see that his pinky was extended. I take it as I look up to him. "Promise."

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-Next day-

Yamato told me about his baseball game that was going down today. He said that i'd be nice if we went. I wanted to go with Harue but Fumi would be there and things would be awkward.

What if I just avoid her?

I’m gonna need to apologize sooner or later anyways. Although I still feel like we should take some time to think things over. I still feel like our situation is still a little heated.

I sigh loudly. I just made up with Tracy, and now I have to deal with this?

“Please please…” I whisper to myself as if someone would listen.

“Oba?” I hear Harue from the kitchen table. “Are we going to go watch Yamato play baseball today?"

I look over to his direction. “You wanna go?”

“Yeah!”

I bang my head on the table. Dammit.

“Get ready then. We should be leaving soon…”

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Before we left I made sure that Fumiko had went first so that I would avoid any confrontations with her. Once I made sure she was out, Harue and I walked over to the park.

When we arrived, I spot Fumiko almost immediately. She sat on the bleachers in the far end near the front. Haru and I sneaked up toward the ones that were higher.

I was hoping that Harue wouldn't notice Fumi. But well…

“Haruna Oba.” He speaks up in a whisper and points. “Isn’t that Fumi Oba?”

“....” I look away.

“Why are you two still fighting?” Harue pouts and turns away from me in a huff. “Just stop being mad at each other already!”

I stare at Harue in shock but then laugh out loud. It was as if I was being scolded by a child.

“W-what’s so funny??” He turns a little red with embarrassment.

“Nothing..” I wipe my tears of amusement.

The game starts and Harue and I get really into it for some reason. The intensity flowed into the crowd from the field. It was actually kind of amazing.

When Yamato was up to bat, which was near the end he looked up at the bleachers. We somehow made eye contact.

“…..”

I smile acknowledging his stare and he does the same with his cheeky smile. Harue waved like crazy with a big grin on his face. “Do you think he saw us??”

“Yeah. I pretty sure he saw you.” I insist. “You were the most energetic out of anyone in the crowd.”

“I thought so too!”

The pitcher throws the ball and Yamato gets a strike. The second time the ball is thrown, he hits a homerun.

The crowd goes wild and team Long Island ends up winning 3-0.

I clap and before that I caught myself cheering along with everyone else.

We walk down to congratulate the gang but I forgot about Fumiko for a second, and I see her talking to Yamato from the stairs.

Fumiko looked cheerful and Yamato smiled. They walked away with the rest of the team.

Yamato had his arm over Fumi’s shoulders. They looked pretty close.

So is the reason for Fumiko’s trust, love?

A/N:

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