Note: Very sorry for the late posting. I hope you guys enjoy this second part of Chapter 5.
On a slightly technical note, I find it really difficult to write Kojipa, she's just so interesting but I can't point it out why she's so interesting. It's just a collection of almost opposite like personality. She's supposed to be an airhead but she's a tsundere and a sadist at the same time sometimes, she's also marketed as this gorgeous person but she's also a huge slob. She's great basically.
Other notes: The part in italics in the beginning and the end are in Kojipa's pov, the first one is a flashback when they were still living together and the other is a little further back, when they were still in high school. And that scene of Rena and Haruna cooking brought to you by AKBINGO cooking stadium, whatever episode that was.
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Chapter Five
Part Two
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The truth was, Haruna had always thought that their door belongs to Mariko and when Haruna once told her best friend of this Mariko agrees with her, obviously amused but never weird-ed out. Nodding her head and telling her in that lofty voice she always liked to use that she should never open it for anyone else, only Mariko. That was why Haruna would always like her best, where others would smile uncomfortably at her burst of thoughts, Mariko would be interested; her teasing demeanour betrayed by the way that she always leans closer, as if to encourage her to talk further...
Maa...
So... The truth is, their door belongs to Mariko and when Haruna hears the door bell ring, she’d put on a scowl and stamp down her excitement to see her—they live together for Kami-sama’s sake—and prepares to scold Mari-chan for forgetting her keys again and again.
It had always been Mari-chan who appears before her... until it wasn’t.
“Ano... Kojima-san, could we talk?”
Haruna blinks as Sato-san’s always intense eyes stare her down, both hands tugging at his black winter coat, rigid even as he just stands there. Haruna looks away for a moment, pushing the door further open before smiling up at Mariko’s boyfriend.
“Of course, Sato-san. Is Mari-chan downstairs?”
The man flinches at the mention of Mariko’s name and Haruna’s eyes stray again towards the elevator on the end of the hallway.
“She’s...she doesn’t know I came.” Sato-san forces out, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.
“Eh—she doesn’t? Nan—“
“Kojima-san, onegai... onegai... please move out.” Sato-san suddenly throws out, gripping the edge of the door so suddenly that Haruna almost tripped on the slippers scattered on the floor in her haste to step back from him.
Her day wasn’t supposed to end like this, all she wanted after twirling and walking to and fro a narrow stage and almost falling once was to go back home and watch a movie with Mari-chan, hear her throw out deadpan sarcasm at dramatic scenes and hog the popcorn—guilty-ing Haruna about the extra fat. She belonged here waiting for Mari-chan’s door to open. Why was she being demanded to leave?!
“Nan—“
“It’s not okay.” Sato-san interrupts shaking his head slightly, “It’s not okay. You two were together once and it wasn’t her who did the leaving, Kojima-san. It’s not okay for the two of you to stay together. It...it scares me... the way Mariko-san looks at you. You were together, Kojima-san. My girlfriend is basically living with her ex-girlfriend and spending more time with her than with me.”
Sato-san stops to take a breath and Haruna seizes the opportunity to actually make this a conversation and not a monologue.
“It’s... it’s not like that! You can hardly call what we did dating. She loves you... hontoni! We barely dated... we never liked each other that way I—“
“IT’S NOT FAIR...” Sato-san immediately colors from his outburst, “it’s not fair to me. Please give me a chance with Mariko-san, you already said that you never liked her... so please. Do this for us. I can make her happy.”
Haruna’s first thought was that it wasn’t fair to her as well... It wasn’t like she couldn’t make Mariko happy.: : : :Rena stares at Kojima-san’s back warily as the older one peered inside her refrigerator, then turns to the table before her amazed at the mess that Kojima-san had created. The girl said she was just beginning to bake. The brown tabletop was sprinkled in white from the small bag of flour that had probably fallen from the upright position Kojima-san had left it in, on the right side almost at the very edge—as if shoved there in a haste—were used plates and utensils that had absolutely nothing to do with the cake they were baking from the looks of them, actually, every bit of that table was occupied by an explosion of materials.
Rena’s head throbs just from looking at it.
“Ah...I found it!” Kojima-san says excitedly, shutting the door of the refrigerator with her foot and slamming the block of butter in front of Rena playfully. Rena cringes as the scattered flour scatters more from the impact.
“Yosh...” Rena hears Kojima-san say but she was just so transfixed by the unbelievable mess before her that she couldn’t look away. A hand waves in front of her and she shifts her focus on the rubber band that the other was waving at her face.
She looks up to see Kojima-san with one hand holding her long brown hair together, a rubber band between her teeth. Kawaii.
“Let’s begin, Rena-san” she mumbles through the band.
: : : :“Kojima-san, please don’t!” Rena tries to desperately move across the table to Kojima-san’s side to stop the other girl from dumping a very large dose of confectionary sugar into the cake’s dough.
She didn’t make it in time and Kojima-san just shrugs at her as she begins to further mix the contents of the large bowl, “More is always better, Rena-san.” She says assuredly and Rena hangs her head as she walks back to her side of the table bypassing the cream that she was beating to walk her way to the sink to wash another large bowl from Kojima-san’s endless supply of unwashed kitchen wares. They’ll probably need it to make a new dough later, unless they want whoever was receiving the cake to die from diabetes right on the spot.
By the time the sun was setting and Rena had to prepare for her shift at the convenience store, they had miraculously—well, truthfully she had—baked a pretty decent red velvet cake. Kojima-san immediately started snapping pictures of it and of Rena who tried to hide her flour covered face, the one she had gotten when she made the mistake of telling Kojima-san that her kitchen looked a bit untidy. Kojima-san chased her around, laughing and still taking shots of Rena’s retreating figure and outstretched hands.
“We’ll put it with the cake! Come on, Rena-san.” Kojima-san says, holding Rena’s arm and pulling it away from her face. Rena tucks her chin further to avoid the camera, trying to breath through the laughter as she asked why anyone would like pictures of her dirty face.
“She’d like any picture actually...” Came Kojima-san’s almost wondering reply and Rena stops struggling for a moment as they both stare at each other.
“Whose birthday is it?” Rena finally asks, more for confirmation since she thinks she probably knows who it is already.
Kojima-san blinks back at her and then tilts her head to the side, the strands of her long hair falling like silk along her shoulders.
“Eh? Didn’t I say? It’s Jurina’s”
Rena swallows the sudden lump at her throat as she wipes at the flour still in her face, “she didn’t... tell me.” She lets out lowly and Kojima-san furrows her brows together in confusion for awhile and Rena averts her gaze to the scattered fashion magazines on the carpet.
Kojima-san reclaims her attention by waving a hand dismissively, “It’s no matter; you’re still invited. We’re having a party!” she declares a bit too enthusiastically and then overrides Rena’s opposition—on the ground that Jurina and her wasn’t that close yet—with a shake of her head, saying, in a tone of finality “I don’t care, you helped me bake the cake so you’re coming. Besides, Jurina practically drools at your feet.”
: : : :She spent the whole of her shift thinking of something to give the younger girl.
: : : :After her only class of the day ended, Rena rides the train to the hospital, carrying a bunch of mangas in her leather shoulder bag and a plastic of melon pan grasped tightly in one hand. As she walks the brightly lit hallway towards her sister’s room, she tried to occupy herself with thinking of conversational points that she and Matsui-sensei can engage with later momentarily distracted by nurses, who recognize her as Airi’s sister, who bow and greet her as she passes by them.
Airi was already drawing when Rena arrived, hunched over her drawing pad on the wooden bed table that had her name engraved on it, biting the end of her pencil lightly as she stared intensely at her endeavour, slightly tilting her head in thought.
Rena couldn’t stop the quirking of her lips at the adorable sight.
“Hey, Picasso.” Rena greets, pulling the door shut behind her and making her way to the metal chair beside her sister’s bed.
Airi didn’t even look at her, just waves a hand not holding the pencil in greeting.
“How many times? He has a totally different kind of art style...” Airi lectures again and Rena just nods her head indulgently as she pulls the chair back so that she could have the space to sit. Airi finally looks at her as she settles herself in the seat, immediately grabbing a melon pan from the plastic and taking a bite, she shows the drawing with a flourish and Rena claps her hands enthusiastically, teeth clasped tightly on the bread.
“Is this good enough?” Her sister asks, tapping the pencil on the metal frame of her bed and eyes solely on the drawing. Rena makes a thumbs-up, even though her sister wasn’t looking—answering in the affirmative.
Rena spent the whole time until her “date”, chatting with her sister and trying to snatch the drawing pad from her when she draws unflattering illustrations of how Rena, in cartoon, is supposed to look like. She needed it—Airi’s presence. She needed it so that she could smile happily at sensei and pretend to be interested in everything he has to say.
She was using him. She knows that and he knows that.
: : : :The floor beneath her was starting to get cold and Rena could feel the goose bumps crawling up her exposed arm as she sat there with her knees tucked tightly against her body. The carpet and the bean bag chair were only a few nudge away but Rena stayed put, staring at the leather box sitting harmlessly on her glass coffee table. In the hour or so that she had sat there immobile, it seemed that her stares had turned to glares, as if she could glare the thing out of existing.
It was an engagement ring.
She couldn’t quite believe it and Rena remembers that out of body sensation that she felt when sensei had slid the box across the table at her, bumping one of their water glasses along the way. She felt like she was just watching it from someplace else, as if directing herself to act appropriately. She was really at the sidelines then, just trying to coach herself into an appropriate reaction...but the seated her was not following, just staring dumbfounded at the opened box with that silver band, the rehearsed smile slowly slipping off her face.
She scrambles up hastily, unthinkingly as if she had been zapped by electricity, getting on her hands and knees to approach the table, throwing out a hand to touch the object... truthfully she was expecting her hands to go through it... can’t it just disappear? The box slid across the table and almost fell off from the force of her swipe and Rena could feel the panic rising up her chest again upon confirming once again that... yes, this is really happening.
The doorbell suddenly rung and Rena felt like throwing up from the sudden lurch of intense panic that gripped her. She couldn’t feel her legs when she stood up at first and then the needle like sensation sets in and Rena hobbles her way to the door, cringing with every step.
Shinoda Mariko-san’s good natured smile immediately turned into confusion upon catching sight of Rena’s barely lit room when she opened the door, and Kojima-san who was previously trying to get away from Shinoda-san’s bear hug stopped her thrashing and actually moved her head to have a better view of the insides of Rena’s room.
“You’re not summoning Satan right, Rena-san?” Shinoda-san says reclaiming her smile, and Rena just blinked back at them for a long moment, trying to grasp the words that were being said to her.
“Ano...” she starts, her attention being diverted by Kojima-san’s steady approach towards her, the other’s eyes narrowing almost in suspicion at the insides of her room, she hurriedly moves forward and pulls the door close behind her. “Can—can I do anything for you?” she finally musters up the focus to say and both Kojima-san and Shinoda-san grins at her at that.
“We’re having a party!” they said almost simultaneously and Rena blinks at them in confusion again.
“Jurina’s birthday...” Kojima-san supplies expectantly and Rena almost wanted to hit herself, she can’t believe that she forgot that it was Jurina’s birthday and that Kojima-san had invited her.
“I—I have to go change, I don’t look presentable.” She stutters out, already retreating and twisting the knob behind her.
“Actually you look almost too presentable actually.” Shinoda-san says just as Rena was about to make a hurried dash inside to fix herself.
Rena looks down at herself in confusion, and was almost surprised to find that she was still in the blue bubble cocktail dress that she had worn earlier to her date and she raised both her hands almost reflexively to feel that her fringe was still in the French braid she had fixed. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her high heeled sandals. She was really out of it.
“I—let me change into some normal clothes... I’ll just knock on Kojima-san’s door after.” She says and Kojima-san agrees immediately at that but Shinoda-san lingers a little and stares at Rena.
“Is there anything else, Shinoda-san?” Rena asks politely and the older girl stares at her some more before shaking her head and flashing an obviously strained smile.
“No... no. We’ll wait for you in Haruna’s room, okay? Please feel free to bring every food inside your unit.” She says, her uncertain expression disappearing as she winks at Rena before she follows Kojima-san.
: : : :
Jurina didn’t look surprised when she joins the “party”, Rena guesses that the other two must have told her that she was coming as well, just thanked her, in a slightly reserved tone, when she greeted her a happy birthday. Nonetheless, she still asked Rena to plop down into the sofa next to her and proceeded to sit as close as possible without actually sitting on her. The younger girl even placed the party hat, that Kojima-san handed to Rena, on Rena’s head; pulling the band playfully and letting it snap slightly against her chin.
The party it turned out was just pigging out on the different kinds of junk food and sweets scattered all over Kojima-san’s coffee table and watching a marathon of comedies.
“Yes, I know. You’re overwhelmed by this party scene, Rena-san. Sorry though, we’re just the party kind.” Shinoda-san says in a deadpan manner when she notices Rena almost staring confusedly when Kojima-san pops a movie into the DVD player. “Be careful with Haruna, she’s the wild kind.” She adds tilting her chin towards the girl in question who glares at her.
“It’s fine, Shinoda-san. I’m not into those kind of parties either.”
“Urusaii! I baked a cake and all. Stop complaining, Mari-chan.”
“Rena-san baked that cake... yes... yes... Jurina. She was the one who baked it. No... you can’t have it all.” Shinoda-san says addressing Kojima-san teasingly before turning to her sister who positively glowed at the information and interrupted her before she could say anything. Both Jurina and Kojima-san scowls at her and Shinoda-san laughed it off easily, grabbing the popcorn bowl and offering some to Rena.
They were all really... weird.
Shinoda-san laughs heartily when the comedic scenes involved a little bit of violence, laughing even harder in parts where Kojima-san lets out a put out “I don’t get it.”, leaning forward on the sofa as if she would understand it more by being closer to the television, the older girl pulling her back by the elbows every time and proceeding to spell it out laughingly at her. Kojima-san would then laugh belatedly. It was starting to look like a gag to Rena.
Jurina, on the other hand, only paid attention to the start of the movie her attention being gradually drawn to Rena who also gradually lost focus in the movie because of Jurina’s distractions. The younger girl played with her hair at first, twirling it in her fingers almost absentmindedly as she stares at the television, casually letting it tumble down to Rena’s shoulder before repeating the act. She got tired of that eventually and started to eat the cake, repeatedly telling Rena (and Kojima-san, once) that it was the greatest cake she’d ever tasted, going as far as coercing her to take a bite out of her own fork which then led to feeding. Rena thinks that she ate more of the cake than Jurina did, the younger girl beaming up at her every time she’d raise the fork to Rena.
Jurina then handed her the fork and the saucer and opened her mouth expectantly, and Rena rolled her eyes and fed her once.
“That’s enough you’re getting fat.” She says teasingly and Jurina, who was biting down still at the fork, removed it hastily and protested vehemently, listing all the sports club she was in.
Rena can’t believe she’s still standing.
Jurina then stops and smiles cheesily, wiggling her brows before saying, in a really syrupy way, that she won’t mind getting fat if Rena cooks for her every time, leaning even closer and whispering, “like maybe for life” right at her ear and Rena almost fell over laughing at her, that was so ridiculous and disgustingly sweet. Jurina just grins back, taking another bite out of her plate while Kojima-san leans across Shinoda-san’s lap to ask Rena what was so funny because “Mari-chan and I didn’t get it,” even adding that the movie was kind of stupid under her breath.
Rena thinks Jurina’s kind of stupid... it’s not that bad of a thing.
: : : :
Kojima-san was turning slightly red in the face as she puffs her cheeks and looks away from Shinoda-san who was leaning on one of the corridor’s railing, then continues rubbing her hand vigorously together. Rena watches Shinoda-san roll her eyes exasperatedly from her place opposite the two friends, leaning on the door of Kojima-san’s unit. They were all waiting for Jurina to get back from getting her coat in Shinoda-san’s place and the two older girls had spent the time bickering slightly.
“Just get your gloves, Haruna.” Shinoda-san repeats and Kojima-san just absolutely blows with a sudden ‘urusaii’ that had Shinoda-san raising both hands up in surrender.
“It’s troublesome to go back to my room just to get it! If Mari-chan is so persistent why don’t you get it for me?” Kojima-san demands, waving her hand towards the general direction of her room in frustration.
“Seriously, Nyaro? Your room is just there. If you get anymore lazy you’d start to moan out protests just for walking.” Shinoda-san mutters out, almost disbelievingly, as she steps closer to Kojima-san and stops her from rubbing her hands together. Rena watches, feeling her face heat up slightly, as Shinoda-san holds both hands in her own and brings it to her lips to blow on it, that same expression of exasperation still in her face before lowering both their hands and slipping them into the pockets of her winter coat, the sudden jerk causing Kojima-san to step closer.
She really shouldn’t be here... nor seeing this.
“It’s not warm either.” Kojima-san declares flatly, visibly unperturbed by their sudden closeness, tilting her head up at the short haired girl. Shinoda-san, for her part, looked absolutely done- pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes before biting out a dry, “Gomen-ne, hime-sama.”
Then they just proceeded to stare at each other and... she really does not want to be here. Shinoda-san and Kojima-san obviously has issues. Rena hates issues.
Fortunately for her, Jurina came bounding up to them clad in a woollen sweater with a blue bon bon knit cap fitted snugly in her head, chanting ‘ramen, ramen’ excitedly. Shinoda-san joins her after a beat, finally taking heated eyes from Kojima-san’s face.
: : : :
The ramen store, a short walk from the apartment building was actually really popular in the area and Rena could almost be called a regular. The owner of the place, who wasn’t there today, had taken a liking to Rena’s ability to find edible the spiciest things and would constantly challenge Rena to eat a specially made spicy ramen for free, upping the spiciness every time Rena finishes one with a satisfied sigh.
He vows revenge on her every time...so... maybe the oji-san didn’t really like her.
Her musings on her relationship with the ramen oji-san was interrupted when Jurina sneaks a taste of her Ramen, standing up in her seat and leaning over the table. The younger girl’s teasing smile immediately turns to a grimace and moments after she was tearing up, hurriedly downing the glass of water her sister had offered her.
She sits back down almost dazedly, the look of disbelief on her face turning to betrayal as Rena stares back at her innocently.
“Nande?” she utters almost brokenly as her sister and Kojima-san laughs at her.
Rena only shrugs back, and Kojima-san launches into a tale about the very same experience happening to her when Rena and her went to eat together. Jurina sympathizes heavily, throwing nasty glances Rena’s way during the conversation and Shinoda-san kept lightly jabbing at their misfortunes. The dinner was whiled away talking until a group of the older two’s common friends walked into the restaurant and they excused themselves for awhile to catch up with them.
Jurina was still looking at her with slight resent as Rena sips the soup, tipping the bowl with both hands.
“Gomen ne, Jurina. I didn’t really mean for that to happen.” She says evenly, placing the bowl back into the table and momentarily putting her palms together in apology.
Jurina looks down at her, but Rena could see the ends of her mouth twitching—she’s definitely not angry anymore. “This is the present that I get from Rena-chan, huh, intense suffering and pain.”
Rena quirks her brows at the melodramatic statement then immediately feels her heart beat pick up and her face warm even further; her hand immediately going to the large pocket of her red coat as she taps the fingers of the other against the table, frantically. Should she give it to her now? Should she even give it?
“Rena-chan?” she hears Jurina ask, as she decides to just wing it, snatching the roll of paper tied up with a satin blue ribbon and thrusting it at Jurina who looks back at her emptily.
“Wha—“
“It’s... it’s my...our present, please... Airi and me.” she says, nudging the paper further in Jurina’s direction until the younger girl takes it. Rena was going to avert her eyes but the look of utter delight and excitement that sweeps across Jurina’s face holds her eyes to the other girl.
Jurina unfurls the paper and smiles widely at it.
Rena had asked Airi to draw something for Jurina, showing some of the photos of the younger girl that Jurina had inexplicably sent to her phone on random times of the day. In the drawing, Jurina was the lead singer in a band, Rena remembers the drawing vividly as she was the one who colored it under the strict supervision of her sister.
The grin on that cartoon face looked exactly like the grin that Jurina was sending Rena’s way and Rena couldn’t help but grin back at her, “Happy Birthday, Jurina.”
Jurina closes her eyes for a moment as if savouring her voice and Rena almost blushes even further at the thought, opening it a moment later with the same look in her eyes as the one she had when she told Rena that she loved her. “As I thought, having Rena-san with me is still the best. Thank you and please thank Airi-san as well for me.” She says in that voice that was completely devoid of that childish inflection, just clear and heartfelt.
Rena looks down as she picks on the noodles still in her bowl, “If Jurina really thought so, then why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“The truth is... I didn’t want you to know...” Jurina starts, offering a crooked half smile when she looks up at her, “this isn’t the birthday that I wanted you to care about... I’m... I’m still 17. Next year though... next year, Rena-chan. On my next birthday, I’ll be an adult and perhaps Rena-chan would take me more seriously then... when I tell her that I love her.”
And Rena knows that it wasn’t the time... it was the worst possible time but she knows that what Jurina feels is real, just from the way she looks at Rena with that silent adoration that you only really wear once in a lifetime, on a first love. And, the truth was... no matter how stupidly wonderful Jurina was... Rena can’t be her first love.
The same time next year, Rena would be someone’s wife.
Rena can’t be Jurina’s first love... first love only ends in tears and Rena can’t really fathom making Jurina cry.
It was Jurina’s birthday and it wasn’t the time... but there really was no time for this kind of things.
“I’m engaged.”
: : : :
Haruna watches in her seat as Mariko makes her way to the door of the classroom after having been called by one of the seniors of the broadcasting club that Mariko was in, effectively interrupting Mariko’s interruption of her Harvest Moon game.
Haruna recognizes the look of overcompensated pride and concealed nervousness in his grinning demeanour from the look one of her batch mate made as he told her his feelings for her yesterday.
She averts her eyes from the scene and goes back to her game as the senior started confessing to Mariko.
“Gomen.” She hears Mariko say in a regretful way, “but I have promised my childhood friend that I would wait for him until he gets better and can finally leave the hospital so that we could be together.” Mariko follows breathlessly only placing the regretful inflection on the last few words but otherwise sounding like she was reading a script. A few moments later, Mariko was back to sitting across Haruna and chatting with her as Haruna made non-committal sounds as she continued playing her game.
“I hope your childhood friend gets better.” She tells her, tilting her head a little and sticking out her tongue at the older girl.
“I don’t want to say this since I already have a reputation of looking at others from above but rejecting confessions is really becoming a chore.”
Haruna waves a hand dismissively, “then just reject them plainly.” She says as she returns her sight to her gameboy.
Mariko makes some kind of scoffing sound, “No way am I going to do it like you do, Nyaro. Saying ‘No, sorry.’ Is a bit, just a bit though, heartless.” She says sarcastically.
“But they’re being so troublesome!”
“Ah... so it’s just your laziness speaking. Let’s be real, Nyaro is a sadi--”
Haruna swivels in her seat to face Mariko–she was sitting sideways in her desk chair earlier as she leans forward elbows on her knees as she played—pointing a finger in warning at the other girl who looked highly amused, “Don’t even say it.”
“Sadi—“ Mariko abruptly stops, scooting in her seat to be closer to Haruna, looking conspirational as she motions for Haruna to move closer, and in a whispered voice she says “ne... let’s just date so they’ll get off our backs. It’s okay for me if its Nyaro.”
Haruna withdraws and shakes her head, remembering Akimoto Sayaka-san—one of their classmates and close friend—covering her ears as Mariko teases her and saying repeatedly that it’s better not to feed the monster. Mariko had to explain that one to her.
She won’t feed the monster.
“Haruna, what about it?” Mariko pesters, ducking her head to look at Haruna’s face as she continued to play.
Mariko kept pestering her that in the end she agreed just to be left in peace, it was a joke anyway and Mari-chan was sure to forget it once Sayaka-san arrives from her track and field practice. Mariko loved teasing her.
When Mariko pulls one of her hands from the console though and interlaces their fingers, it didn’t look that much of a joke when Haruna turns to find her staring at their joined hands with that smile that Mariko only reserves for her younger sister.
“It’s a deal then.” Mariko whispers, almost at their joined hands.
Thank you for reading.
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