Y/N'S POV

It had been a week since the crash, and the Destiny's Bounty, after hours and hours of work, was finally back up in the air. We fixed up the rooms, and had restored everything to it's former glory. We had seen nothing on whoever attacked Harumi, however. . . 

Harumi had trouble eating in front of others, and didn't eat large enough portions at first. But with my care, patience, and coaxing, I made sure she got what she needed. Harumi was looking a lot better too. She seemed to be getting enough sleep, food, water, and care. We had all decided we should add her into the chores rotation; after all, she was literally just staying here for free. She might as well pitch in. 

"Hey Ru!" I poke my head into her room, which we decided we could leave the door open for now. We were literally flying, so jumping off was suicide, and we put a code on the parachutes and escape measures so she couldn't just take off. But I didn't really think she would. I was dressed in: 

A) Jeans and shirt

B) Leggings with loose shirt and hoodie, because you never know when ya might need one

C) Dress

D) Shirt with skirt 

E) Shorts and cropped top/top that just reaches your hips

A) I wore skinny/straight/boot cut, etc. J/C jeans, and a simple boyfriend-styled S/C shirt (I'm not writing F/C (favorite color) shirt because literally every shirt I wear isn't my favorite color! J/C and S/C are jean color and shirt color.) Your hair is in a ponytail (if possible for your hair). 

B) I wear black leggings/shorts with a S/C loose shirt, and I have a hoodie with me in case I need it. I also wear a scrunchie on my wrist, and my hair is up in a messy bun (if possible for your hair).

C) I wear a pretty D/C dress, a simple but stylish look. My hair is down. (This is my least favorite option lol)

D) I wear a pleated skirt and a nice sleeveless S/C shirt. My hair is in two french braids (if possible for your hair).

E) I wear a pair of black shorts and a S/C cropped top that stops above my belly button (the alternative is a shirt that doesn't show skin and just reaches your waist. This is my option lol). My hair is down. 

Harumi looks up, and I see her cheeks are pink. "Oh, hey Y/N. You look pretty." I smile and nod to her. "Hey, you do, too." It was true. Her skin was now that soft ivory color again, her lips were full and pink, her eyes bright and hair thick, glossy, and flowing to her waist. She wore a pair of black shorts and a baggy t-shirt that when she stood up, covered her shorts. She still had insecurities about people seeing how slim her stomach was, which to her wasn't slim enough, so she wore baggy t-shirts. She looks pleased at the compliment, and I motion for her to follow me, so she does. 

"We were thinking you could help out a little around here since you're staying with us." I say, leading her into the kitchen sink, which is full of dishes from lunch. "So your first job is to wash the dishes." 

"Oh, okay." She nods, I noticed she was staring at me a little, but she turns her focus to the sink. She grabs a dishrag and picks up a plate. She kind of pokes it with the towel for a minute before it hits me. "Oh. . . You've never done dishes, have you?" I didn't say it like an insult or that I was smarter than she was. It was just dishes, anyways, nothing to be proud of. 

She slowly shakes her head. 

"Back when I lived with the Royal F-Family, everything like this was done for me." Her voice is barely a whisper. "I'm afraid I barely know how to live on my own." 

"It's okay. I'll show you." I turn on the water, get some soap on the dishrag, and show her how to clean it off. "You can hand wash these, but we prefer using the dishwasher." I open up the dishwasher and put the plate in. "So just rinse off the big chunks and most of the leftover food on here--which believe me, isn't much, because the boys practically lick their plates clean--and put it in here. This little caddy-like thing is for chopsticks, knives, spoons, etc. You put cups and mugs here." I show her where different items would go. "Ask me if you're unsure whether anything isn't dishwasher safe." She nods, and cleans off a nice plate. 

"Is this dishwasher safe?"

I nod.

She holds up a mug. "What about this?"

I nod again. 

"Or this--" 

"Harumi," I interrupt her gently, "Most things say it on the bottom if they're dishwasher and microwave safe. The only things I we own that aren't dishwasher safe, I think, are some of Master Wu's old teacups. And those won't be in the sink, because the boys just toss their plates in and that would break them. So everything in here is probably okay to go in the dishwasher, okay?" She nods, clearly embarrassed. "Hey, it's okay. You don't know til you do, you know?" I smile, and she gets back to work. Once I'm confident she's got it, I go over to the fridge to get myself a glass of P/D (preferred drink. Once again, it's not "favorite drink" because you might literally want something that isn't your favorite. Plus, I wouldn't find eggnog at this time of year in the fridge now would I?). When I close the door, Kai is there, standing behind it, leaning up against the wall. I jump a little and he laughs, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"I think you've got a secret admirer." He winks at me, and I think it's him for a moment. I blush and stutter, then realize he's looking over my head at Harumi. I turn around to see Harumi's head turn back around. It looked like she wanted to say something, or do something, maybe, but I couldn't be sure. My cheeks turn even redder now. "I, um. . ."

Kai grins and walks off. I wait until my blush dies down and walk back over to her. I help her load the rest of the dishwasher to speed things up a little. "So just put a tide packet in here. . . And close it up. . . Then start it!" I show her, letting her press the button. 

"That wasn't so hard." She smiles, peering up at me. She's a few inches shorter than I am. "Here, I'll show you how to do laundry--your laundry, anyways, everyone here does their own. That way when one person forgets to do the laundry, they're the only ones who face the consequences. Well, unless of course, that person is a boy who only happens to have dirty and sweaty clothes to wear. Then everyone has to suffer from the smell." I laugh, but wrinkle my nose. Jay was typically that person.

I show her how to separate the clothes, and tell her what you shouldn't dry and to not mix reds that will bleed onto whites or lighter clothes. After showing her how to operate the machine, we get her clothes started in the washer. 

"Finally, this is something else you need to know. It probably won't be your favorite, though." We walk back into her room and into the bathroom connected to it. I hand her the toilet wand and soft scrub after I let her put on gloves. I tell her to start with the scrub, and she does--but with the wrong end. "Harumi, that's the handle. The brush is used on the interior of the toilet." 

"Oh." She does it again, the right way this time. After much effort, she cleans all the bathrooms in the Bounty. Lucky for her, They were actually cleaned two days ago by Cole--it would've probably had her pass out to see what they looked like after a full week! 

"Okay. All done." I grin. "Good work." I felt accomplished too, showing her how to do three major tasks she would need to know how to properly complete if she was ever going to live on her own. "Thanks for helping me out," She tells me.

"No problem, Ru. Anytime." I start to walk out, but I hear her say, "Wait."

I stop and turn around.

"Stay." She pats a spot beside her on the bed.

So I do. 

Harumi's POV

I have to tell her. I have to tell her. I have to tell her. 

My heart is pounding like crazy. 

I have to tell her. I have to tell her. I have to tell her. 

But what if she hates me? 

I have to tell her. I have to tell her. I have to--

"Ru, is something on your mind?" Y/N asks as soon as she collected herself from her laughter. We had been talking and laughing with each other for about three hours now, splayed out on my bed. My current expression must have given myself away. I want to run and hide or tell her I'm fine. But before I can do that, I force myself to say, "I have to tell you something." 

"Okay." She nods, sitting up, and facing me. I feel nervous all over again, but also horny. The words are choked up in my throat. I wish I could just reach out and hug her close to me right now, but I'm frozen in place. Finally, I manage, 

"Umm, thanks for all you've done for me." 

I was expecting her to say you're welcome, but she knows I'm going to keep talking. I take a deep breath and continue. 

"For taking care of me and making sure I'm looked after and stuff. For forgiving me and seeing who I am now instead of who I was. For being a trustworthy person I can count on. For being a friend. . ." I trail off. 

"But to me, you're more than a friend." I speed up, suddenly afraid. I close my eyes, not wanting to see her reaction. "I like you, okay? And I get it if you don't like me back or hate me for this, but I do. I have to get this off of my chest. I'm sorry. I have a crush on you. I think you're hot, you make me feel loved, and there's been so many times I wanted to just kiss you but I didn't. It's not just a little crush, either, like, I want a serious relationship with you. And I'll be honest, my panties are fricking wet right now. Like you make me feel so high, when I hug you I just want to be so close and have our bodies touch. Gosh, this is so awkward, but I just, I just had to tell you!" I slowly open my eyes. 

Y/N is shocked. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are red. "I. . ." 

My heart sinks. She hates me, doesn't she?

(1,864 words. Yeah, I'm leaving you here for now. What did you think though?? Harumi's really in deep. . . Also, I hoped you liked the roleplay. I hate it when authors just tell you what you're wearing and you're like omg you couldn't pay me to wear that. So I gave ya some options. the next chapter or two will be the aftermath of this--then I shall take requests! And someone else took the top photo, not me. Love you all. Til next time my little flames! -Ash)