A quick explanation: You are going to see this story from both Harima and Tenma's perspective. There will be lines to separate them both. P.S. I'm more of a Tenma/Karasuma fan [if you actually read the manga you will see why] but I wrote this for my sis and for all you other Tenma/Harima fans out there.) Now enjoy!

MONDAY

Monday is when it began. After school, Tenma decided that today was the day. She was going to ask Karasuma out! She was going to do it! She looked to her right and saw him putting on his cute rain outfit. She was going to go over there and ask! She was going now. She was walking. She... decided to do it tomorrow. As she walked away from the school feeling quite defeated once again, she saw Mikoto waving to her. Putting on her happiest face she headed over.

"Hey, Tenma! How is it going with Karasuma?!" Mikoto yelled across the school field. Tenma went completely red and quickly peeked over her shoulder to see if Karasuma heard. If anything, if he HAD heard he would finally understand her feelings. And it would've worked too, if he wasn't reading a sign that said there was some sale on curry was going on. He did say once that he loved curry more than her. Tenma pouted then trotted over to Mikoto.

"Nothing new," she sighed, answering the blue haired woman. Mikoto frowned and tilted her head a bit trying to figure out what was going on in the tiny girl's head. After she realized that NO ONE would ever be able to do that no matter how hard they tried, she shrugged and began walking alongside Tenma.

"Are ya gonna head right home or are you heading anywhere special?" she asked, "Cause if you're not, I could really use some help at the dojo, spring cleaning and all." Spring. Spring was the time love was supposed to be in the air... and it was, just with Tenma. But that was going to change! ... Someday.

"Actually, I was thinking of going to the temple. Karasuma is so smart, and I'm.. I'm... not! I need to make a wish at the temple that I will pass to the next grade with him!"

"Oh, well good luck!" Mikoto smiled brightly then turned to Hanai who was just innocently passing by, "Hey, Hanai! You're going to help me clean the dojo!" She ran off toward him as Tenma kept walking. Today was a day that she couldn't afford distractions. She had to make that wish at the temple!

"I wish that Tenma Tsukamoto either stays behind with me, or that I go ahead with her!" Harima then tossed his coin at the temple with full force, as if the harder you threw the coin the more possible his wish would come true. He knew he wasn't the smartest, heck he almost got held back! Somehow he had to stay by his beloved Tenma, even if it meant doing a stupid thing like wishing at a temple. Just as Harima was about to go into a day dream about Tenma saying how much she loved him, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. No! No one could know that he visited such a place! He would be a laughing stock, no one would fear him anymore! After a little freak out dance, Harima quickly ducked behind a stone wall which was just tall enough for the person to not see him. First all he heard were footsteps getting closer, then silence. And then...

"I wish I could pass onto the next grade like Karasuma-kun! And I wish he would love me like I love him!" Harima held back a yelp. It was his beloved Tenma! And she was wishing for exactly the OPPOSITE of what he wanted! How would the temple deal with that? As his mind wandered, he felt more than heard someone lean on the other side of the wall he was leaning against. He froze, thinking that possibly she had noticed him, but then he heard something that made his heart break. A sniffle. She was crying? His beloved fantasy-future-wife-to-be was crying? What should he do?! He listened for a while, his heart breaking more each and every second. He had to do something! But, what? She couldn't know that he had visited a place like this, and she would definitely recognize his voice! She would begin to ask questions about why he was here, and he wasn't ready to answer those! So, how... He thought harder than he had probably ever though before. He heard he sniffle again, then blow her nose. Then an idea hit him. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his black handkerchief. After quickly tying it loosely around his mouth, he took a deep breath.

"Why are you crying?" he asked. Good! The handkerchief disguised his voice! He heard her shuffle around, he must have startled her. Oopsie.

When Tenma heard a man's voice, she jumped a little. She thought she had been the only person here! And now Mr... Mr. Guy has heard her pour out her heart about Karasuma! Oh how embarrassing!

"Who.. who's there?" She whimpered, wanting to know who had heard.

"Just a friend," the voice replied, "I'm on the other side of this wall you see, and I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't look over." Oh! Now she understood! She must have surprised the guy, and he ducked behind here, not wanting to be seen at the temple! Sometimes she surprised herself with how smart she could be...

Sometimes Harima surprised himself with how smart he could be. By putting his situation forward, she would understand that they were on the same level, and she wouldn't look over the wall since she thought that he didn't know who she was. It was sort of like being in a fight. If both members were injured, they both would benefit if they just left the fight. He smirked to himself, satisfied with how he had thought up such a brilliant plan, but then he heard her sniffle again and frowned.

"You still didn't answer my question," he mumbled.

"I don't understand.." He heard her whisper. He blushed, she was so cute!

"I asked you why you were crying," he repeated. If it made his beautiful Tenma feel better, he would listen to her all day, every day. Man, he really was growing soft...

Really? This complete stranger wanted to know why she was sad? Why? What did he get out of it? Well, if he wanted to hear her out, then she could use to get some stuff off her chest.

"Well," she paused and took a deep breath, "I like this guy named Karasuma, but you probably already know that if you heard my wish, but he doesn't like me back! He just likes curry. Sometimes I dream about him marrying a dish of curry! I feel like I must be the ugliest girl in the world if I come second to a cheap, common food! He must think I'm so stupid for liking him, that is, if he knows! He would probably think I was stupid for coming here!" she paused and thought for a second, then sniffled and said, "You think I'm stupid for coming here with a problem like this too don't you?" She waited for a while, but only heard silence and she began to cry.

When Harima heard Tenma's question, he was in complete shock. How was he supposed to answer that? If he lied and said yes, she would OBVIOUSLY be offended, and if he said no, which was the truth, she would think he was lying! Tenma was just that way! Suddenly he heard crying coming from the other side of the wall. Yikes! She must think he had either left, or just don't want to offend her by saying yes! What do I do?! After some more thinking, he sighed. He knew what he had to do.

Just as Tenma was about to get up and leave, and probably binge watch her favorite show, The Three Who Were Slashed, and eat tons of ramen, she heard the man speak.

"I don't think you're stupid," he began. She was just about to call him a liar, when he finished with, "because I came here with a problem just like yours." Tenma sat there in shock, tears still running down her face. No way. There was someone out there like her? And it was a GUY?

"I have a girl I really like, but she pretty much hates my guts," she heard bitterness in his tone as he said, "and she likes another guy." Wow, even Tenma didn't have a problem like THAT! At least she knew Karasuma didn't hate her! She heard him sigh, "But I still love her, so I won't give up." Tenma then heard a shuffle, and then felt something drop on her head. She pulled it off and saw a torn piece of paper that read in sloppy handwriting, "Call when you want to talk. We will meet, same place. Signed, A Friend." It also had his phone number scribbled on the bottom and smiley face with sunglasses and a goatee. She giggled a little before stuffing it in her bag while wiping her nose against her hand, sniffling. She then felt another heavier thing land on her head and reached up and pulled it off her head. A silky black handkerchief. She blushed and quickly blew her nose. Then she stood up and smoothed out her skirt to make herself more presentable.

"Thank yo-" she began to say, but when she turned around she found that she was alone.