As I was busy travelling yesterday I didn't have time to type this, so I will be posting two today. The next one won't be too long.

I am so panicked that I won't finish this oneshot now, the Karmagisa one.

Bahahahaha.

Sorry


On the ninth day of Christmas my author gave to me:

Dinner - Yoshida and Hara - Lost Friendship


It was too bad Muramatsu couldn't turn up to help Hara. She was busy right now, cooking. Instead of the usual Japanese attire for Christmas, Hara had decided on something different: The whole of 3-E were meeting up, and she had taken the traditional 'western' way of Christmas dinner. Turkey, sprouts, potato, the pudding to light on fire. It was definitely new, but that was good. Besides, it would be good for those who preferred trying new things. Nakamura wanted to embark to the West eventually anyways.

Hara was run off her feet though. Since Muramatsu cancelled, she hadn't been able to do everything. She preferred eating to cooking. Any help would do.

Sighing, the girl turned opening a pot slightly. Steam covered her vision, and she swept it away impatiently with her hand. Surely everyone would be arriving soon. At least, they better be. The dinner was almost done.

Hara paused. The last time she ate something like this was years ago. Her family had gone round and eaten with Yoshida's family. Hara must've been six then, maybe seven. They had eaten a lot – Hara had eaten an adult's portion despite her smaller height than her parents and pretty much everyone else there. She had played afterwards with Yoshida. He was a lot of fun back then. It had always been good going into his family's motors. They would always take some of the car parts and fiddle with them. Hara could still remember some of the crazy, contorted shapes they made.

That was past times though. Now things were different. They were older, and Yoshida was seeming to want nothing to do with her. The girl had become used to this now. I mean, they did still talk a little bit, but nothing compared to the past. Hara missed those days.

Her gaze travelled upwards, and Hara paused. The first student had arrived. Of course, only fate made it so that the boy who was walking towards her was Yoshida. Diverting her attention, Hara looked back down, going back to the food.

Those times had gone now.