Fruits Basket Haru Novels & Stories

"Who is Haru for you? What kind does she have, you know?" "For me, Haru is like an angel. She taught me many things. I didn’t know how important that thing was then. She's a kind person. She likes the rain. She gets excited when it rains comes, and she's smiling over nothing. Back then, I didn’t know why she loved the rain so much. I don’t know how she feels every time the rain falls on her, or if she just likes the rain because it buffers the noise around her. Until I found out why she wanted that because the rain makes her lean on all the problems she has. The rain was with her every time she cried, and the rain also knew every sadness that happened to her and every happy memory she felt.

Quietly astounded, Luna sighed, never expecting King to possess such a conscience. “I shall take one and proceed to pick oranges now.” Meanwhile, on the balcony above. “Why is Luna taking a bamboo basket?” Preston leaned against the railing, his curiosity on display. King also leaned over and looked down. He beheld Luna donning an aged yellow straw hat and carrying a bamboo basket as she made her way toward the orchard. In due time, Luna arrived at the orchard, gently placing the bamboo basket on the ground, gazing upward, and commencing her task of plucking oranges.

Harry hesitated for a second before he tried to give it a bite. The whole time, Sienna kept an eye on him. She was a little flabbergasted when she saw that the noble Master Harry had actually eaten the wild fruit. She had to inquire, “Is it sour?” “It's very sweet.” “Really?” Sienna was a little suspicious. Seeing that Harry didn’t bat an eyelid or look like he was faking it, she took one of the fruits from the bamboo basket and took a bite. She made a face after taking that first bite.

Nakahiga na ako at nanonood ng pelikula sa telebisyon nang mapaupo sa sobrang galak dahil talagang litaw na litaw sa harap ng basket ang mahabang saging na lakatan. "Isang basket ko na binili dahil baka maghanap ka pa sakin ng fruit salad. Bahala ka nang pumili diyan." sabi nito habang nilalapag sa gilid ko ang mga prutas. Natawa na naman ako sa kaniya. "Ang sweet mo naman, pahalik nga?"

I said through gritted teeth. “How about I give you the surprise that I’ve been saving for last?” Lucas asked. My eyes lit up at his words, forgetting the angry feeling I felt just a few seconds ago. “A surprise? What is it? Give it to me now!” My heart raced excitedly like a child who had been promised a trip to the theme park. Lucas smirked before getting to his feet and walking towards the fridge. He took out a small basket of purple fruits. “Surprise!” Lucas said, walking towards the counter with the basket of fruits. “I got you the fruits you wanted.”

“You and Hibiki... us. It feels like a dream.” Jiro stepped closer, his expression softening even further. He reached for Haru’s hand, intertwining their fingers with a familiar ease that made Haru’s heart swell. “It’s real,” Jiro said, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re real, Haru. And we’ll always be real. Together.”

“You aren’t forgetting your obligations.” No, I think, my fingers already numb where they wrap the basket’s handle. I never forget them; they bloom under my ribs like something poisonous and stubborn. Aloud I say, “No, sir.” He steps aside without touching me and I slip past, heartbeat thudding. When I reach my station, Hara takes the basket and dumps marjoram into her pot with a satisfaction that’s almost smug. “Good leaves,” she says. “You didn’t bring me the stems. I hate stems.”

She dresses quick: jeans, Lake Hamilton tee, then pulls Haru’s hoodie over it all. The red kanji sits bold across her chest. She buries her nose in the collar—inhales deep—his scent still strong: fire, cedar, faint antiseptic, him. A grin spreads across her face—private, giddy. Meanwhile, at the Nakamura house— Haru slips in through the back door. The kitchen is already alive: Seras at the counter, hair in twin buns again, humming as she packs two identical bentos—tamagoyaki spirals, teriyaki chicken, onigiri with salmon, edamame, pickled veggies, strawberries arranged in little hearts.

Mason said, “Breakfast is same old. Toast and scrambled eggs. No vacation just yet.” Rubbing his hands together, Isaac said, “Toast and scrambled eggs are good enough for me.” He took a seat beside Aiden and started gathering his morning meal onto a large plate. “No vacation is fine, too.” He was just popping a forkful of creamy scrambled eggs into his mouth when Haru finally appeared. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a light-gray T-shirt, his dark hair wet from his recent shower, he looked fresh and alert. He said, “I’m off now. See you guys later.”

"I will tell you " Haru stood up, and walked towards Sakura, his manager, and collected the movie script from her. He went back to Ida, and started explaining the movie script to her, and she just kept quiet with her mind drifting slowly away from him. Minutes passed, and suddenly she felt his hand on her face. He made her face him and Ida's eyes widened at the sudden touch. "N…no….no one touch me like that" "Sorry, you are just too beautiful to ignore. Have lunch with me" Haru offered, and Ida just chuckled faintly at him.