Giroro picked up the flower and walked into the Hinata's house for some breakfast. He brought the step-up over from the sink and placed it near a chair. After the step-up was positioned near the chair, Giroro stepped onto it and sat down on the chair. He placed the flower in front of him and began to admire the unique pattern on its petals. "Good morning Giroro," Natsumi chimed.
"AH! Hello, Natsumi," Giroro was a bit nervous, Natsumi was talking to him! "I am making miso soup, would you like some?" How late is it? Giroro thought. "Yeah, I will help you so that I do my part to deserve some," Giroro said as he hopped down from the chair. "Grab me the tofu will you?" Natsumi pointed to the fridge.
Giroro walked over the fridge and pulled open the drawer that coontained the tofu. He closed the fridge and handed the tofu to Natsumi. Natsumi brought out the lattel to serve them both some miso soup. She picked out a few of the squares and placed them into the bowl of miso. Natsumi brought the bowls to the table. She stopped in her steps when she saw what was on the table.
"Giroro, where did you get that flower?"
"That? It was on my cinderblock this morning"
Natsumi put the bowls of soup back onto the counter. She went down to Giroro's eye level and Giroro took a step back to avoid smelling her perfume. That smell... "That flower has a bit of a reputation, once consumed it can make consumer fall in love with the giver." Natsumi explained.
Giroro realized what Natsumi was getting at.
"Natsumi, it is not flattering, so I won't make you ask. Take the stupid flower." Giroro said.
"Thank you Giroro," Natsumi said and pulled him into a hug. Giroro's attempts at not smelling Natsumi's perfume: failed.
He was right against her neck and nuzzled a little further into her neck to smell her perfume a little better. "Em, Giroro?"
"yeah, Natsumi?"
"your squeezing my neck," Natsumi said.
Giroro immediately let go off Natsumi. He grabbed the flower from the table and handed it to Natsumi. Natsumi took the flower from Giroro, got off her knees, and added it to the pot. Natsumi brought back the bowls to table and Giroro went back to table. Giroro looked at the soup and wished that she would have given him some of the flower soup. Giroro sipped at the soup and finished quickly. "I need to go!" Natsumi said when she realized what time it was.
Natsumi put some of the "new" soup into a container then grabbed her bag and put on her shoes.
Natsumi walked with a quick pace to make sure that she did not rough up the soup. "If Saburo is there today, I will give this to him," she chuckled to herself.
Natsumi arrived at the school early. She walked into the cafeteria and saw that Momaka and Fuyuki talking. She walked over to the cafeteria's "loner" table. "Fuyuki! The clock is wrong at the house still I thought I told you to fix that," she said.
"Oh, yeah, well I handed the chore over to the Sarge," Fuyuki said trying to avoid Natsumi's wrath.
"That stupid frog is too short to even reach the sink. Why do you think he would be able to reach the clock above it?" Natsumi concluded.
"Sorry, Natsumi. I will do it when I get home." Fuyuki said. "Allright! I will leave you two lovers alone then," Natsumi said with a wink.
"Hey, Natsumi." Natsumi turned around to see who said her name. "Eh! Saburo!" said in shock. "Is that for me?" Saburo asked when he saw the soup.
"Yes, it is," Natsumi blushed.
Natsumi offered the soup to Saburo and he took it happily.
Natsumi's hands clased together as she saw Saburo drink it. "Mmm.. It was delicious," Saburo thanked her and continued on his way. I guess it did not work, Natsumi thought.
"Oh, by the way Natsumi, I have a personal interview with Mustumi that I will not be able to make. Would you go for me?" Saburo asked.
"Gladly!" Natsumi yelled. Saburo waived back. He said underneath his breath: see you there. A/N: Another short chapter. Blah.