Chapter Two

Every day after the basketball match Tenma would have lunch with him. He cooked her all kinds of pasta and American dishes. She was always so excited to see him and spend time with him which only made his fondness for her grow stronger.

One day in class Tenma was talking to Mikoto and she had noticed that Karasuma hadn't been in class all week, which concerned her, but when Mikoto suggested going to his place Tenma mentioned that she was going to be busy spending time with Togo.

Harima was eavesdropping from his desk and became angry at Togo for stealing his precious Tenma away.

That day for lunch Tenma decided to share some curry with Togo instead of always taking his food. She wanted some way of repaying him, but her curry wasn't the best because this time it wasn't Yakumo who had cooked it, but Tenma herself.

They sat under a tree in the yard this time, and when he opened his lunch box Tenma got so excited that she almost forgot that she had also brought something to eat.

"Here Togo." She offered, "I made some curry for us to have."

He smiled contently and was very flattered that she would cook for him, but when he took a bite he felt himself cringe. This was the worst curry Togo had ever had.

Tenma giggled happily, "Well, do you like it?" She asked smiling.

He just couldn't let her down so he lied and said, "It's delicious." He was barely keeping his composure.

She laughed happily, her pony tails bouncing with excitement, "Good!" She squeaked.

Togo made a note to do whatever he could to make sure she wouldn't cook for him again, without hurting her feelings of course.


Another day at Togo's house to learn pottery, Tenma was trying to make a pot for Karasuma but was having trouble again.

"Oh I just can't seem to get this right!" She Whimpered.

"Here, sweetheart, let me help you." Togo came up from behind her and rested his hands gently on hers to guide the clay. She began to tremble a little bit out of nervousness, and wasn't sure if this was necessary.

But it worked.

She watched as the clay grew taller and began to form into a beautiful piece of pottery.

"Wow!" She smiled widely, her ponytails dancing. "That's amazing! I hope Karasuma will like it."

Togo flinched slightly at this and then the clay crumbled back into a distorted piece of pottery.

"Oh man!" Tenma moped, "I'm sorry Togo I must have done something wrong." She said looking up at him.

"Don't worry about it. That was my fault actually." Togo walked away to get some drinks and offered Tenma one.

He was startled at the mention of Karasuma again; it seemed that no matter how much time he spent with Tenma, he would never win her heart.

This struck a soft part of him deep in his core.

When he came back Tenma was smiling sweetly, the clay she was guiding was transformed back into the beautiful piece of pottery it had been before.

"Thanks Togo for showing me that trick." She giggled. "It really helped."

He just watched her stunned for a moment, he hadn't shown her anything technically, but he then smiled and handed her the drink she wanted.

"It seems to be coming along nicely." He commented casually.

"Yeah, I know!" She was so pleased with her work that she only took a sip from her drink and then continued. "I just hope I don't stuff it up again." She chirped.

More time was spent with him in his pottery shed, and the more he grew to love her, but he realised it would all, in the end, be in vain.


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