Haru Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

“I have intended to use this trap on Lucas Harrison if he ever dares to come here again, but he's forcing me to use it too early.” “If I'm not mistaken, is this what you referred to as his weakness?” Isla asked. Heidi sighed and nodded as a particular memory flashed in her mind. “Lucas Harrison is…” “Good morning, My Love?” Heidi trailed off, blinking at the figure of the man approaching with a huge basket. Inside the basket were different varieties of tropical fruits. Heidi got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the colorful fruits, her mouth watering. “Do you like them?” Lucas stopped in front of her, smiling.

“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.”

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.”

The two other coaches nodded and ended up introducing both their schools after ours. “Oakbay academy” “Prime bridge” “Haruk” The three coaches too turns to shake hands before leaving us the students alone together. “Since we’re camping, I think we should all have a barbecue tonight before getting competitive”. I heard our coach tell them as they walked out. “Hello everyone!”. I looked up to see an unimaginably pretty girl wearing the Prime bridge sports wear uniform. “I’m Freya from Prime bridge and I’d like everyone to get along with me”. She smiled broadly. “The games have already began”. Before laughing wildly.

“Sakura?” Sakura opened her eyes, thinking it had only been a few seconds since Haruka and Brenda had left. She frowned, wondering why they had returned so soon. When she noted the hot bowl of rice porridge in Haruka’s hands, she realized it had not been a mere few seconds at all. It was probably at least half an hour. “That was quick,” she said, inhaling the smell of food that came her way. “And it looks delicious.” “It’s my specialty.” Haruka beamed with delight. “Chicken rice porridge made the Japanese way. It’s good for recovery, especially when you’re sick.”

“I-“ she began but hesitated. The bowl contained apples, avocados, oranges, berries, watermelon— honestly, it was impossible for her to hate it. But at the thought of fruits, her thoughts drifted, uninvited, to a memory she hadn’t expected. Harold. And the way he used to insist on mangoes, always the ripest ones, their deep green leaves still clinging to the stems as if they had just been picked. “Yes,” she said finally. “Yes, actually.” “Then say it.” “Mangoes.” Alaric nodded once. “I’ll have it brought to you tomorrow.” “What?” She looked up at met his eyes. God, those green eyes. His gaze shifted to the fruit in her hand. “For now, you’ll eat what’s here.”

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