Hello, fellow HaruTaka shippers! Welcome to my new story full of HaruTaka, Evening Yesterday! A new chapter for this story will be published on the 15th of every month, and it will go for one full year. The run of this story will be March 15th, 2015 to February 15th, 2016. There will be three chapters for each season, and in each, Haruka and Takane (in some chapters accompanied by Shintaro and Ayano) will do different things corresponding to each season. Each chapter is estimated to be at about 2,000 words(?), so it's not very long. It is HaruTakaness overflow and I hope you will enjoy it.

Tape 1: Spring

-side A: start of school-

Now reading...

Springtime came, which usually meant a new start for many, many school life mangas. Sakura petals swirled around in the sky and flew to the ground. A girl stood in front of the school, clenching her fists and a look of excitement and determination on her face. This, is where everything changes!...

...Just kidding.

That may be the cliché shoujo romance story of the girl beside our heroine, or the one beside her. But no, that is not Enomoto Takane's story.

This is her story.

Enomoto Takane is one of the only two students of the special class for 'handicapped students'. Although she isn't considered strongly handicapped, her sickness was quite a pain in the neck and therefore it was also hard for her to make friends. So, she was moved to the special class. Takane herself was okay with the fact that she was different from everyone; it, surprisingly, actually didn't bother her much. She passed her days listening to music through her headphones and playing a game called DEAD BULLET -1989-, which she was fairly good at. But that was beside the point. She usually stayed up late, so was always in a bad mood and is said to be one who glares constantly. Her hobbies did not include anything close to what stereotyped normal girls liked, and she certainly never categorized herself as pretty. In short, Enomoto Takane was not like normal girls.

Sighing, she took a few steps into the school. It wasn't like anything would change for her. Same old school, same old classmate (notice that the word 'classmate' is not plural), same old un-responsible teacher... She shook her head. She didn't even bother to look at the class lists, and unlike all the other students who were excited about new classes, she wasn't.

It's not like she would be moved out of the special class, anyways.

Arriving at the door of the classroom, she fixed her clothes and her hair and fidgeted with her fingers almost as a reflex. Snapping back to reality, she mentally kicked herself.

"What am I doing? I'm just entering my classroom. I've nothing to worry about, and nobody I had to look... pretty... in front of..." Her voice got quieter and quieter when she came to the last part of her sentence, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She shook her head and slid open the door. The black haired boy sitting in the opposite seat looked up from his drawing, his face breaking into a huge smile.

This was Kokonose Haruka, the other one of the students of the special class.

"Good morning Takane! Let's get along this year too!" he said. Takane's blush, which had disappeared a few seconds ago, resurfaced. She trudged to her seat and sat down, nodding. Putting on her headphones that weren't connected to anything, she turned her face away from him. Having known him for so long, she knew he wasn't angry. The dense idiot was almost never angry. At least she never saw him angry.

From this, you could probably already tell what kind of person Haruka is. The first word that would come to Takane's mind if someone told her to describe Haruka would be: idiot. He really was an idiot. Not the bad-grades type of idiot, but for the reason of... Hm, what was the reason? Even Takane didn't know. But, Haruka was a happy-go-lucky person who enjoyed drawing. His drawings were top-notch and he most likely would become an artist. But the most important thing to know about him would probably be... his smile. It was as warm as the sunlight and felt like springtime. Takane loved that smile to pieces, but it's not like she would ever admit that.

"Hey, hey, Takane! Look at this!" said Haruka. Takane turned around to see his sketchbook literally shoved in her face. She blinked and took the sketchbook. As soon as she registered what he had drawn into her mind, her face glowed red. The figure of a sleeping girl that looked EXTREMELY SIMILAR TO HER was drawn, her face set in a smile and a pair of headphones around her neck.

"I drew you, Takane! How do you like it?" he asked. Takane stuttered and sputtered, but she couldn't get a full sentence to come out. At this moment (perhaps the worst moment?), their teacher, Tateyama Kenjirou, chose to walk into the room. He stared at the two and sighed dramatically.

"You guys are so lovey-dovey so early in the morning. Ah, it's so nice to be young..." he said, sitting down in his seat at the front of the room. At this, Takane's face grew even more heated up. She shot out of her seat and marched over to her teacher.

"Hah?! You know what, sensei, I'll just go tell the principal about all the things you've done -"

"Oh, please don't, Takane! I promise I'll be good and I'll do whatever you say just don't tell the principal!" said Kenjirou, dropping onto his knees and begging. Takane sighed and returned to her seat. Like always, this teacher was useless.

"Takane, you don't like it?" asked Haruka. Oh, crap. She'd forgotten he was still there.

"...I d-don't hate it..." she finally muttered. Haruka's face bloomed into a smile. From his desk, Kenjirou sighed and put his head in his hands.

"You two, please just get married already."

Silence.

Takane shot out of her chair at those words.

"W-W-What?! S-Sensei, you, urgh - !" Takane's mind shut down on her and she couldn't speak normally. Haruka smiled.

"I won't mind if Takane and I were married!" he said.

Oh dear, it'd be an eventful year this year.

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"The single cells in the brain communicate sensations, thoughts and actions through... Oi, Takane, are you getting all this?" asked Kenjirou.

"No, not at all, Sensei. I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about." replied Takane casually, spinning her pencil. Kenjirou sighed.

"Then Haruka, you explain it to her. For some reason, when you explain the work, she understands it. Ah, I feel as if my job as a teacher has failed..." he said.

"It has already failed when you started being so not responsible and infuriating." said Takane.

"Eh? Sensei, are you sure? Won't I be interrupting class then...?" asked Haruka. Kenjirou waved his worries away.

"Naw, I'm pretty much done anyways. Go ahead, Haruka." he said. Haruka nodded. He moved his chair over to Takane's table and started explaining how the brain cells communicate. Takane listened intently, and with Haruka's explaining, she understood what her teacher had been trying to get at for at least ten minutes. Kenjirou set his head on his table and started fake-weeping dramatically.

"Oh dear lord, I am really a failed teacher! Even my student can explain better than me!" he cried. Suddenly, he sat up, his eyes glittering.

"I've got it," he said. "This is the power of LOVE!"

His words brought a red faced Takane and a slightly embarrassed but happy Haruka.

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"...And so that's it for today! Go on, go have lunch, young ones!" said Kenjirou, skipping out of the classroom. Takane watched her teacher's crazy movements, speechless. The silence was broken by Haruka, who had gotten out his boxed lunch excitedly.

"Takane, you're not going to eat?" he asked, already munching on some vegetables. Takane sighed.

"I am, I am." she said, reaching for her boxed lunch and starting to eat. Suddenly, the door slid open, and the two only students of the class looked to see who it was. A girl wearing a red scarf (although they were indoors!) stood, and she looked around.

"Um, is my father here? Oh, I mean, Tateyama-sensei." she asked. Takane blinked and almost jumped out of her chair.

"Y-You're Sensei's daughter?!" she exclaimed. The girl smiled and nodded.

"Yep! I'm Tateyama Ayano, nice to meet you both, senpais!" she said.

"I'm Kokonose Haruka! You can just call me Haruka." said Haruka.

"I'm Enomoto Takane, and, well, I guess you can just call me Takane. If you're looking for Sensei, all we know is that he's not here. He danced out of the room a few minutes ago..." Takane shook her head at the memory.

"Oh, is that so... Then, please tell him that I went to look for him! I -"

"Oi, Ayano, I'm gonna leave you." said a cold male voice. Ayano turned around immediately with a panicked expression.

"Ah, Shintaro, don't leave me! Um, then I shall get going. It was nice meeting you, Takane-san and Haruka-san!" she said, and she ran after the boy.

"Ayano-chan seems like a nice girl." commented Haruka, after a moment of silence. Takane nodded.

"She's probably a freshman... I don't know, considering the fact that we've never been to the other normal classrooms?" she said. Suddenly, she realized her mistake. How did Haruka feel about being in this classroom, separated from normal kids and stuck here with her, living a life nowhere near normal?

"...Haruka, do you really feel happy here?" she asked, her head down. Haruka blinked.

"Of course! Everyday here with Takane is the best I can ever imagine!" he said. Takane sighed.

"You don't have to lie, really... You can just say the truth -"

"I'm not lying." Takane spun around to look at the boy in his eyes. He looked back, smiling but serious at the same time.

"I'm not lying." he repeated. "That's really what I think. These days that I spend with Takane in this classroom are my most treasured memories, and I've been happier than I have ever been in this life. Haha, sometimes I even think that if it means spending time with Takane, having this sickness isn't so bad after all...?" Takane stood up abruptly out of her chair, astonished at the last part of his sentence.

"Idiot! What are you thinking? Aren't you annoyed at how you always have to go to the hospital? When you have attacks? Isn't it painful?" she asked.

"Hm... Not really... But if I don't have this sickness, I wouldn't be such a bother to Takane, right?" he said, his tone suddenly becoming sad. Takane was astonished. She never thought that Haruka would think of himself as a bother to her. She sat back down in her seat.

"...You're not a bother." she said, already feeling the heat rise to her face. Haruka looked at her.

"Is that so... Then I'm reassured!" he said, smiling. Takane immediately faced the other way.

Such a dense idiot.

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As the bell sounded, signalizing the end of the day, Takane stretched.

"Finally over!" she shouted. Haruka smiled at her while getting up out of his seat. He slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Let's go, Takane!" he said. Takane nodded. She took her bag and the both of them headed out of the classroom.

She knew she couldn't deny it. The days in this sunlit classroom with her companion were the best.

On the way home, the orange sun was setting just like usual, painting a beautiful picture of Evening Yesterday.

Reviews, favorites and follows are always well-appreciated! I love all my readers, and you guys are the best people on the planet. Hope you liked this chapter, and will continue reading the next ones. See you guys on April 15th, 2015!

~Chinnie Ai