A.N. Okay! Here's the second part! Kiri's kind of hard to drabble for, but I tried my best.

Enjoy!

The Things They Shared

The things they shared and the things they didn't.

Kiri didn't think about love much. It just wasn't something she did. Sure, she was a girl, so of course she was accustomed to it. She just didn't do it. Much.

So, right now, she wasn't thinking about love. She was in L.A., and she was thinking about Narumi. Clearly there was a difference. One was love, one was Narumi.

Narumi.

Kiri never noticed (or just ignored) the fact that Ochiai had a crush on her. She may have given him a chance if he hadn't been so...underhanded about everything. It seemed that all he cared about was his progression with SP, and not that Kiri wanted his attention or anything, but still. If he wanted her help, ask. She may have said no flat out, but if he had shown a different side of him, she might have been more willing to help.

Narumi wasn't underhand about anything. He clearly didn't want her help (at first), and she wasn't hurt by that. She didn't care. At least he was honest about it.

Then her feelings started to change around the time he saved her cat. Since his hate was so obvious, why would he save her cat? (Did he know it was her cat?) (Probably not.)

But Kiri knew that, even if he knew it was her cat, he would've saved him anyways. Because Kiri knew that Naru Naru was that kind of person.

He hurt his precious wrist for her. She might not care about his hair cutting, but he did, and she ruined it for him.

So she gave him the cream.

Ahh, and then he got her Rabbit Beer. Kiri didn't think that Narumi would go that far, but she wouldn't say she was surprised.

She was just happy.

Happy.

Then she was framed for destroying the club room, and he believed her. Right away, he believed that it wasn't her. Not that it would've mattered if he did think it was her (because it wasn't), but he didn't even doubt her.

Happy.

For a man who, upon first meeting, was so dead set on hating her to death, didn't even hesitate to save her. Protect her. Hold her.

Like it was natural.

When he told her he loved both her and her hair styling, she wasn't put-out or annoyed or not caring.

She was just happy.

Happy.