Hello, my dear reader. Thanks for sticking around for this chapter! I'll speak a little more on the bottom author note, so let's get going to the story! : )

Disclaimer: Guess who just got the rights to Yuru Yuri?! Well, certainly not me or anyone... It's still Namori's...

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The sun had long been up before Sakurako awoke. She felt like she had slept a lot, and while she sure had, it didn't feel like she had rested enough at all. The girl gazed at the ceiling, her eyes trying to avoid the bright sunlight coming through the window. Although normally she was more active, today she didn't feel like she wanted to get up at all. Nevertheless, as if to counter her, her stomach growled signaling it was time to get something to eat. The girl let out a sigh mixed with a growl as she got out of the bed.

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Since the morning temperature was great, Nadeshiko took the chance to organize her room. It was not like she was neglecting it for too long, but something about the current arrangement bothered her. Her desk was perhaps the only place that could use a little bit more cleaning, but well, it was the only place she tolerated a little bit more of a mess. She decided to leave the table for later and begin by moving the shelf a little bit to the side; she went at it with normal strength, but the screws from the upper layer were loose, so even that was too much.

The older Oomuro gazed surprised at the pile of books and papers that fell. Darn, even though she was trying to make stuff more organized she ended up making more of a mess. The girl sighed, and decided to start picking stuff up so she could resume her doings. It honestly hadn't been long since she cleaned the shelf, but some of the books had a little bit of dust in it. She blew softly at it to reveal the name of a book she had picked; it seemed to be her old art book. Nadeshiko smiled soft at the memory, and as she opened to look what was inside, a rather clean page fell out.

At first glance it seemed to be just a colorful drawing made by a child. She was ready to dismiss it as her eye caught the words for 'marriage' and 'form'. Out of curiosity, she picked the page once again to take a better look at her discovery.

'Wait a second, this is...!'

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"It's okay Hima-chan, you don't have to cry" A young Sakurako said as she reassured her blue haired friend. The girl would not stop sobbing ever since they started filling a marriage form, but there was only one space for the wife and neither Himawari or Sakurako wanted to be the husband.

"See, if I do this, we can both be the wife!" Sakurako said as she pointed towards the paper; she had crossed out the kanji for husband and written the hiragana for 'wife'. It was one of the simplest things, but as Himawari saw it, the girl's face lit up in a smile as she turned back to Sakurako and jumped to hug her.

"I love you, Sa-chan!" She exclaimed blissfully.

"I love you too, Hima-chan!" Sakurako tightened the hug.

The pair being so lovey dovey earned a smile from Nadeshiko who sat there hoping they would stay like this as they grew up too.

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A smile grew on her lips as memories came back on her mind; what she was looking at was the marriage form both Sakurako and Himawari filled years ago before they moved from lovey dovey to... frienemies. A pity that it happened since she really wished that their relationship would progress in a much better way. But well, it wasn't like it was already too late was it? Maybe they eventually would make up and stop fighting each other all the time. Well, for that, Sakurako would have to stop being so lazy and actually study properly. Quite sincerely, she didn't have much to say about Himawari since the girl would never fight Sakurako of her own accord, but rather react to Sakurako's actions instead...

It was then that something just clicked in her mind; Himawari would never start a fight of her own, and would instead only respond to Sakurako. She even went out of her way to 'care' for the chestnut-haired too. Only her care sometimes would come in the form of a "you're such a lazy girl, do your work". But it was not as common in comparison to her asking Nadeshiko if her childhood friend had started to behave. Or maybe even more common, the bluenette would go out of her way to bring chocolate cookies she had made herself to her supposed frienemy.

It couldn't possibly be that Himawari really started hating Sakurako.

Outside of her room, footsteps could be heard. In a bit of an impulse, the girl acted quickly and hid the form behind her.

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How was this? This was honestly supposed to be the last chapter, but I decided to make it last just a little bit longer since I felt maybe it was too soon to end it. I'm happy the change from my usual pacing wasn't jarring and it's being very much fun to write it! : )

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Until next time~