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She watched as he pulled forth another lunch and begins to eat. Oh why must the world be so cruel?! Sure she was supposed to be like a friend to the students, but she was still a teacher. As she was thinking, her elbow banged against the hard wood of the piano. Wincing, she rubbed the sore bone, her eyes glossing over a bit with tears. That was far more painful than she excepted it to be. As the pain subsided and she blinked away the unshed tears, she slowly reached out for the lunch he had made. This was going to end horribly somehow, she could feel it.

"Yes! We mustn't let it go to waste!" With a big, innocent smile, she takes a bite of some of the steamed meat. Her eyes lit up instantly as the food touched her taste buds and she started sniffling. The sea green of her eyes began to water again, trying to hold back the tears with little luck.

She didn't stop him from touching her pained arm, smiling softly as she noticed the heat rush to his cheeks. "No, it's alright. Thank you. My arm no longer hurts thanks to you." Now she understood better.

Watching him, she heard the stutter in his apology and saw the sudden change in his normally composed demeanor. It was so much easier than she thought, he was a teenage boy after all. She inwardly laughed to herself. Taking another small bite, she felt another well of happiness wash over her. This was so good! Had he actually made this? If he had, he was one amazing cook! She could barely boil water properly, let alone make something this complex. Thinking about her inability to cook, she hung her head in defeat, chopstick hanging out of her mouth. What an utter failure she was. What was the worst part of it was that she lived alone; there was no one to pick up the slack of cooking. Take-out had become her ultimate friend.

"Did you make this yourself?"

"Wow!" She gazed into his bag with pure wonder in her eyes. They twinkled excitedly as if she were seeing a sparkling sapphire in front of her. "I'm jealous..." She laughed almost bitterly. "I can't cook for the life of me." As she took another bite, she muttered through her chewing. "Which is a pain when you live by yourself."

Lazily she reaches out and picks up one of the spice jars, inspecting it curiously. Even if she tried, she wouldn't understand the first thing about cooking. Placing it back in its spot, she began to lean back, forgetting she was sitting on the piano bench and not a chair. Screaming as she fell back, the lunch he had cooked slipped from her hands and landed on her clothes. Lying on the floor in a daze, having bumped her head against the floor, she whined in defeat. Her life was terribly cruel.

A little dazed, she didn't realize what had happened until he was pulling her to her feet. Placing a gentle hand on the instrument, she placed her other hand against her head as it spun in circles. "O-Oh yes...I'm fine." She seemed almost winded as she stood there, trying to see straight.

In the haze of blurriness she could see him begin to pick up the food she had clumsily split everywhere. Looking down at her clothes, she sighed. She really had spilled it everywhere. Once her vision returned, she flopped to her knees and started helping him pick up the food, a sad look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for spilling your food." She did truly feel bad. He had put so much work into and in one foul swoop she had destroyed it.

She blinked as a coat was thrust at her. Pulling it off her a second, she looked down and noticed her shirt was wet with soy sauce. Her cheeks burned furiously as the shadow of her bra was noticeable through her shirt. Holding the coat tight to her chest, she was suddenly feeling very shy. How embarrassing! A student seeing an indecent side of her! This was beyond mortifying and she just wished she could disappear right now.

She shook her head furiously, feeling dizzy almost the instant she did. "N-No! That's not necessary Mr. Nura!" Her voice was so high pitched as she shyly hid behind his coat. "I-I have spare clothes in my office for occasions like this." Trying to make a hasty exit, she blindly ran towards the door, miserably tripping over a metal podium on her way.