„She'll be alright soon." the doctor promised Michiru after he had finished cleaning and bandaging Harukas wounds. "Thank God." Michiru breathed, relieved. She felt a weird attraction to the blonde boxer; it was as if she had known her for ages, although they knew each other for only one hour now. Setsuna, of course, had noticed the looks Michiru gave the blonde – and the looks Haruka gave Michiru when she thought that no one was looking. Smiling, the green haired woman thought about the relationship that surely would form between the two. Michiru paid the doctor, much to Harukas discomfort, and Setsuna let him out. She then quickly made up some excuse and left the apartment, leaving Haruka and Michiru alone once more. Michiru sat down on the edge of the bed, giving the boxer a friendly look. "You'll get the money you paid the doctor back." Haruka now promised, earning a scold from the aqua haired woman. "I don't even think about taking it from you." Michiru informed her. Haruka gave her an odd look, causing her to giggle. "You see, I'm a rather famous artist. I have enough money on my bank account, so I will survive it to pay 45.000 yen to the doctor." "But I don't want to owe you anything." Haruka protested, earning another giggling fit. "I won 500.000 yen tonight, thanks to you." Michiru then spoke. "I don't think that you owe me money, Haruka." The blonde let out a little sigh. "Okay…I guess you won't take the money anyway. I give up." Michiru laughed, a noise that was heavenly music in Harukas ears. After a few seconds, the blonde laughed too, although her cheeks and nose hurt when she did so.
Later that day, Haruka sat in the bed, leaning against the pillow, and watched TV. Michiru was in the kitchen, cooking something for the boxer. Haruka zapped through the channels, finding nothing interesting – until the news magazine caught her eye. "…amateur boxer and mechanic Yakura Hasamado was committed to the hospital today. As he told the police, he was beaten up by a group of guys. Police thinks that the beating was an act of revenge, for Hasamados attack on the well-known boxer Haruka Tenoh." Haruka chuckled at the good news, and Michiru walked in just in time to see the blonde laugh. "What's so funny?" she asked amused. Haruka quickly explained it to her, and she was surprised when Michiru covered her eyes. "Setsuna." The aqua haired woman sighed. "Pardon?" Haruka spoke, causing Michiru to look at her. "That surely was Setsunas fault. She knows a lot of guys who would to anything for her. I bet she engaged some of them to beat Yakura up." "Cool." Haruka grinned. "You're right, he deserved it." Michiru agreed. "After ganging up on you like that…what a coward." Haruka nodded and sniffed the air. "What's smelling so good here?" Michiru's eyes went wide. "The food! I'll be right back." She rushed out of the bedroom, leaving Haruka laughing.
Shortly after her abrupt exit, Michiru returned, carrying a tray with her. Haruka tried to spy on it, but Michiru held it up and grinned at her. "Now, now, don't be nosy!" Haruka pouted, causing Michiru to giggle. The artist carefully set the tray on Haruka's legs. "I hope you like ham and eggs." She smiled. "I love it!" Haruka replied, beaming. She started to eat, while Michiru sat next to her and studied the handsome features of the boxer. As soon as Haruka had finished, Michiru reached for the tray to take it away. Haruka put the fork down the same time, and so it came that their hands touched. Sparks flew through the air, and for one second Harukas fingers closed around Michirus. Much to the aqua haired woman's discomfort, Haruka let go of her way too soon. "It was great." The blonde woman now said. "Thank you very much." "You're welcome." Michiru replied, smiling. "I'm glad you liked it. Setsuna says that I can't cook." "Aw, that's not true." Haruka assured her new found friend. Michiru blushed. "Thanks! ^_^" Haruka chuckled at her expression and tried to find a more comfortable sitting position. Michiru, of course, noticed that and immediately showed concern. "Do you feel any pain?" the artist asked, sounding worried. "No, I'm okay. Thanks." Haruka calmed her down. Michiru let out a sigh of relief, and Haruka eyed her. "You are a very beautiful woman, you know." The boxer suddenly surprised Michiru. "You…you think so?" the aqua haired woman stuttered, blushing. "Yes." Haruka replied softly. Her hand crawled over the blanket and took Michirus. "I'm glad that it was you who found me, Michiru." "Same here." Michiru replied, her voice unsteady with emotion. "Do…do you believe in love at first sight?" Haruka just opened her mouth to reply when the door flew open and Setsuna burst in, destroying the mood completely.