2. Donations
Mamoru watched as his friend threw in 500 yen into a little pink box that Usagi was hugging close to her chest. It was decorated with ammature drawings of stars, moons and rainbows - all in crayon he noted.
"Oy, Odango! Guilt-tripping Motoki again into lending you money for your insane manga-buying habits?"
Usagi clutched the box tighter and glared at him. "No. For your information baka, this money isn't for me."
"Oh, my mistake. You're probably asking for money to buy a gift because you spent everything you own on milkshakes this month," he replied coolly. He did not miss the way her face grew red with anger, as she shot out looks of death to the man before her.
"I'd suggest something homemade, but judging from that box you're not much of an arts and crafts person," he continued.
"BAKA! I didn't make this! The children at the orphanage did, and everything in here is going towards new books for their library. Believe it or not, not everyone has everything they want handed to them on a silver platter," she spat, turning on her heels to leave.
He grabbed her arm quickly, and spun her back around.
"What? Did you want to insult their work some more? I'll have you know that these children..."
Her voice trailed off as she noticed a change in the way he was looking at her. Instead of the cool, indifferent façade that he usually carried, his expression was now soft - almost compassionate.
"Here," he said handing her 5000 yen from his wallet. "Make sure they don't spend it all on manga."
Flashing her a genuine smile, he made his way to the exit, leaving a shocked Usagi standing amid the arcade. If he had looked back, he would have caught the tiny smile that slowly spread into a full on grin as she placed the money into the donation box.
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