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The title of this card is, “The Calm Admist the Storm”, where it features Akito cameo! This card will come with an outfit, but here’s the talent:

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Chapter 9 of Sour Droplets! [LAST CHAPTER]

[Chapter 9 - Delicate Strings] POV SWITCH - Kanade Yosikai

Getting an invitation to an event to a concert was not what Kanade had expected. But she had been composing a lot of songs in her house, and maybe the song she was stuck on when she met An took up more space in her head than she thought.

Speaking of An, Kanade and her still kept in touch. At least, kept in touch enough for her to know that after a lot of texting Kanade from her dads phone, An got a brand new phone. She said the case was dark blue with yellow stars on the bottom, a representation of her hair. She also mentioned that it wasn’t her who bought the phone, but her dad, which made Kanade smile in response.

After a while a month had passed, marking a milestone in Kanade and An’s friendship. And then it became another month. Well, a third of the month.

It was the end of the third week of September while Kanade was sitting in her desk chair, composing notes as usual. She had her left hand on her keyboard, and her right hand holding a pencil. It was usual for her to play notes one at the time and then write whatever composure sounded good to her. But right when Kanade started to focus, her pocket shifted, indicating that her phone vibrated.

Kanade blinked, wondering if she should ignore it or not. But she just sighed and pulled out her phone, the case pressing against her palm. She could always come script more of her music later if she had to step away for a second, and she wasn’t really that focused anyway.

As she powered the screen on, a faint smile broke onto Kanade’s lip. It was an invitation from An to one of her concerts for three day from now. As the phone screen continued to glow, she used her fingers to type out a message to her.

“I’ll be there, I promise.”

After sending the message Kanade exited the app and dutifully marked the date in her calendar before stuffing her phone back into her pocket. She was lucky that that day ended up being free for her, and she knew that she had to attend. After all A was her friend, so she’d be there to support her no matter what.

It didn’t take long for the date to roll around and Kanade’s phone to alert her of the incoming event. So when the starting time got closer and closer, she put her favorite sweatshirt on, her comfiest sneakers, and headed out the door. 

The initial light was blinding as the wind whipped her hair around, but eventually her eyes adjusted to the brightness, revealing the crisp blue sky and puffy white clouds. Kanade inhaled, savoring the fresh pure air. She had already visited her dad a bit earlier in the week, so she hadn’t been out in a while. But to be honest, Kanade enjoyed the nice change of pace very rarely. So with the fabric of her sweatshirt clinging to her skin, she made her way to the event, the cool air coating the inside of her nostrils.

When Kanade arrived, she made her way to the front of the large crowd. Of course she never had watched the event RAD WEEKEND hosted ,(even though she planned to since An was interested in it), but even so she was surprised that a group of people this big didn’t overshadow RAD WEEKEND already. Still, meeting their goal or not, this meant that their popularity was growing, causing them to get even closer to the result of hosting the biggest street event in history.

All of a sudden though, the lights dimmed and the crowd shushed. The spotlights turned on, illuminating An in the fluorescents.

“~~🎶!” An’s voiced blared through the mic, rocking the stadium. “How good would it have been if it were a dream?

Another spotlight illuminated a second figure behind her, highlighting her sand blonde pigtails. “I still dream about you, like going home to get something you forgot.”

Kanade knew that that person was someone named Kohane. An had introduced all of her partners to Kanade over the phone, so as the spotlight illuminated another person with blue hair, she easily identified them as Toya. By the order of the spotlights turning on that easily meant that Akito would be next, but Toya wasn’t going to let himself be out-shined by the last person that hadn’t been revealed yet.

“Dust off old memories, that there is happiness that will never return.” His fiery grey eyes conveyed a sense of determination, but Kanade was smiling the whole time. They were singing the song that she decided to give them. The one An helped out with when they first met.

“Finally you told me, the dark past that I hid without being able to talk about it.” Akito’s passion-infused voice rang around the stadium and the crowd went wild, cheering. 

Yet even though Kanade was silent, she could feel a warmth in her heart. She had helped An through a tough moment, and helped save her with a song. With composing songs for Mafuyuu, making things to touch people’s hearts seemed kind of hopeless at some points. But she had helped lessen the weight on someone’s shoulders, getting them to stand on their own two legs. She hoped that they learned they weren’t alone in this world, even in their darkest moments. And as for Kanade? Maybe the world really was full of hope.

[END]

Chapter 8 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 8 - Reconcile]

“Haha, you should’ve seen how worried these three were for you.” An’s dad laughed as Akito’s face smirked.

“Yeah, you should’ve seen Kohane.” Akito said with a laugh. “She wouldn’t stop calling you, even though Toya and I told her that you weren’t picking up calls.” 

In response to Akito’s usual teasing, Kohane’s face flushed from embarrassment, but all An could do was laugh, the mug of hot tea she was holding warming her hands.

“And when we heard that Ken had gotten a text from a random number promising you were alright, we could hardly believe it.” Toya said as the plate of warm biscuits and gravy infront of An continued steaming. “We rushed here to wait with our nerves fried, and we’ve been here ever since.” 

An felt a sense of Deja-vu as she stared in the brown reflective liquid contained in her white mug. Her disappearance was just like when she ran and hid in the construction site. Her dad was so worried then too… but Nagi…

“I’m sorry I made you all worry so much.” An said, her face reflected in the mint tea. “But thank you all for looking for me.”

“An-Chan…” Kohane trailed off, her face full of worry. An was confused at her concern until she realized she had her fingers tightened around her teacup. Knowing their relationships, it likely wouldn’t be long before they found out everything that happened.

“Speaking of, who was that unknown contact that your dad mentioned?” Toya asked, changing the topic after sensing An’s discomfort.

“Yeah… was it like, a friend of yours or something?” Akito asked, following up.

And just like the crescendo moment of a concert, An ended up telling them everything that happened, bring the suspense that had somehow built up crashing down. By the time she finished, her hot tea had cooled enough for her to drink it, so she took a sip and began eating her breakfast.

“So that’s where you were…” Akito said, gritting his teeth. He likely was angry at himself that he wasn’t there for her in her pain, but he couldn’t blame himself. No one could. After all, An hadn’t told anyone but her dad that she was going to visit Nagi-san’s grave.

“You know you can rely on us, right Shirashi?” Toya asked, his left hand over his chest.

An took a bite of her food, the leftover warmth flooding her mouth. “I know, but I was hoping if I could hide all of me feelings, I wouldn’t feel that hurt anymore. That sadness.” She stared down at the black plate, holding her silver fork in her right hand. “I know that pain and growth are part of human growth, but.. I can’t stop thinking about her. She was everything I wanted to be and more. But now she’s gone yet this pain in my heart resides.” As An talked she felt her heart start to throb with pain slowly, and she knew that likely the more she talked about what she went through, the more suffocating the pain would feel. But she still pressed onwards.

“But I don’t want to keep hurting and I especially don’t want you guys to have to pick up the excess I leave behind.” An admitted, taking a sip of her tea and feeling the liquid sliding down her throat. “If I bring down the team because my lack of progress…” She trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say. 

“What are you talking about?” Ken asked, drawing An’s attention. “You were the one who made your group right? There’s a reason everyone here has pretty much nominated you as the leader. It’s your fiery determination and aspirations that spur you guys onward, paving a brand new world ahead for you.”

Talking about her goal to surpass RAD WEEKEND made An think about Kanade’s words again. Go beyond… She silently repeated to herself. But could she really? It was a night based on such an intense feeling… and it felt like surpassing that night would just be disrespecting Nagi. 

“Mhm!” Kohane continued, her bright eyes sparkling with determination. “I know that sometimes you’re worried about falling behind me, but honestly, you’re my idol!” An’s eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the words that came from Kohane’s mouth. “You give me a thing to aspire to be. A goal for me. And for me, it’s more about my growth and not beating you. Without you here, I’d never be the person I am today!” 

Kohane grabbed An’s hand and her heart started to race. Despite it being just a touch, she could feel the intense passion and feeling that Kohane was passing on to her. It was an expression of desperation, as she tried to link their shared feelings.

“And it was you that helped me break out of my dad’s expectations.” Toya mentioned, his eyes filled with a warmth alike to Kanade’s. “Without you I’d be spending much more sleepless nights next to the piano.”

“And for you, you’ve touched more hearts than you could imagine.” Akito vocalized, his voice firm. “I don’t think I share another bond with someone else that’s as strong as yours, and that’s helped me through so many moments. Overall, none of us could be here without you. You’re just as important as every single one of us.”

An smiled, her eyes watering as happy tears pricked at the base of her eyes. “You guys…” She murmured quietly, the words softly rumbling her throat.

“Sorry to interrupt,” An’s dad spoke up, handing her his phone. “But you’ve got a message.”

She took the phone from him, wondering who had texted her. Though as soon as she looked at the screen, a smile quickly broke out against her face.

“I think I know what we’re doing for our next event.”

~

A/N:

Sorry for not posting for a while! I’m still here, don’t worry just really busy in life! (There’s one more chapter left after this.)

Chapter 7 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 7 - Uniting Consequences]

An waved bye to Kanade who was standing by the door of her house. The birds continued to chirp over head, flying under the clouds that dotted the sky as the sun shined down on An. It was a beautiful day despite it being August 28, marking her official fourth, and last day away from home.

Kanade and An exchanged phone numbers, a testimony to the bond they had made over the meager three days they had. Instead of giving Kanade An’s original phone number, she gave her her dad’s, since her phone was broken and she also needed a way to get ahold of her father to tell her she was ok.

So after An was done listing off the numbers of her dads phone number, Kanade sent him a message to which he instantly responded, glad that he knew where An was. They explained everything that happened (except the emotional parts) and An’s dad offered to come get her, but after An tried to stand and found that she could, she knew she wanted to make the journey home herself.

So after she headed into the kitchen and refused Kanade’s offer for breakfast, they said their goodbyes and An headed out the door. However Kanade still waved goodbye with her trademark gentle smile on her face, making An’s heart swell with warmth. They both had connected on a deeper level despite the awkward way they had met, and An knew that Kanade now held a spot close to her heart. 

So as An walked home, she wondered how she could show her appreciation to her new friend. Should she buy her a gift? No… Kanade likely wouldn’t accept it, and feel bad that An spent money on her. Should she pick some flowers for her? No.. it didn’t seem like Kanade would have time to take care of them. 

And so An’s back and forth in her brain continued, her feet taking her home as her brain continued to debate on ideas. Before she knew it though, she was in front of her dads cafe, and pushing the door open. The bell attached to the door rang as she stepped into the air conditioned atmosphere of the building. The place was empty except for the four people at the counter and of course, her dad, behind the counter.

However it was easy to tell who everyone was at that counter. For the girl near the door had a shade of sandy blonde hair that An had practically memorized, and it was easy to tell who the other were from their short orange hair and the split light and dark blue hair. Kohane, Akito, and Toya were all here, waiting for her.

Despite how worried they all must be, An couldn’t help but smile, their concern touching her heart. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how her disappearance had impacted all of them, especially since she had stayed out of touch with them for four days. Yet they still came to her dads cafe and waited for her return, clearly anxious in the silence that echoed around the room. 

An felt like she had to apologize, but before the word could come out of her mouth Kohane was the first to turn her head, her light brown eyes looking at An wide with concern.

“An-Chan!” She yelled, causing everyone else to look her way.

Akito’s face clearly possessed several wrinkles that had imprinted on his skin from all the worrying he had done, but Toya just smiled gently, his gray eyes shining under the fluorescent lights.

“Welcome back Shirashi.” He greeted, his sharp eyes conveying a sense of warmth.

“Oi oi Shirashi where were you? You made us worry.” Akito said, his tsundere demeanor showing through. Though An had to hold in a laugh when she saw Toya elbow him, causing Akito’s face to melt into a smile. “-Urk! But we’re glad you’re here An.”

An’s lips turned upwards into a grin. Just as quickly as the silence had settled, her partners had broke it, which was quite characteristic for them. They never were ones to be quiet, but the relief on their faces said enough for them.

“An…! I’m so glad you’re safe.” Looking upwards, An could see her dad frozen in place and staring at her while he held a glass and cloth in hand.

Instantly a smile of relief and despair broke out across An’s face. She may not have Nagi anymore, but she had her dad. And god had she missed him.

Instantly An put one foot in front of the other, rushing forward. One of the things she loved about her dad was the warmth he provided, the bond they shared. And she had certainly missed that.

But as she ran behind the counter and wrapped her arms around him I’m a tight hug, she let out a contented sigh. As her dad wrapped her arms around she let herself smile, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she let herself be embraced by that familiar warmth again. For now she was home, in the place closest to her heart.

Here’s the MEIKO sprite for my two star card! I don’t have a very good photo editor, so a bit of the green screen remains, but this is the best I could get. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 6 - Coming To Terms]

“Huh?” An asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Kanade just smiled softly in reply, however this time with a twinge of pain on her face. “My mom died from an illness when I was young, and my dad is still in care at the hospital, slowly recovering from his memory problems.” 

An’s eyes dilated in surprise as she listened, not quite believing what she was hearing. How could a girl that looked like she was 17 go through so much pain? An couldn’t imagine being in her shoes and going through all that pain, even if she had all of her supports she did now.

“But what matters is the fact you can go beyond.”

“Go.. beyond?” An echoed, confused.

“Even though they’re not here right now, you can still carry on their dream.” Kanade stated, smiling softly even though the pain in her eyes were more visible now. “To carry on their will and go to places that would make them proud.”

Despite the darkness in the room, the feelings being conveyed were crisp and clear. Slicing into An’s feelings like a sharp knife. And before she knew, tears were falling from here eyes once again.

“Sometimes when I think about my parents, I feel a sharp pain stabbing my heart. Like someone’s ringing out a soggy cloth.” Kanade continued as An’s tears continued to make trails down her cheek as one after the other continued to fall. “And it makes me want to break down and cry. To hide under the covers and never climb out again, but that’s ok. It’s ok to feel these emotions and to express them to people you know. For the only way to grow with pain is to experience it, or to go through it, growing with it as it grows with you.”

This advice was none like An had ever heard before. Sure if you googled “how to come to terms with death” you’d get something like “Accept it and live knowing that it's coming and there is absolutely NOTHING you can do to stop it.” Which was a piece of advice that could help some people, but wasn’t what An wanted to hear. Yet the maturity reflected in Kanade’s voice… the honesty… It seemed to envelop An’s heart in a warm blanket, despite the aching topic they were talking about.

Despite the subtle throb of An’s heart, she managed a weak smile as she let her tears drip down her face. “Thank you Kanade.”

“No there’s no need to thank me Mrs. An.” Kanade responded, making An laugh inside at how quickly she returned to formalities. “You’ve braved through the pain and came to a decision yourself, I played no part in that.”

An just continued to smile, knowing that if she continued to be kind that Kanade would just deflect somehow, and give An more credit than due. So instead, An tried a different approach.

“Hey Kanade.”

“Hm?”

“What’s your phone number?”

Unexpected Kindness

Here is the four star An card for the event! This is when Kanade hands her Ramen to eat, and I’m honestly excited to unveil the outfits and upgraded versions! But anyway, here’s the skill:

For every Vivid Bad Squad character added it gives the card +10, when activated this hard gives a 90% (max) score boost for 5 seconds.

Chapter 5 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 5 - Unamed Melody X]

An wasn’t sure if she could classify her dream as a “dream”, or an unpleasant nightmare. She was awake enough to remember part of it, and even though it wasn’t Kanade’s song, her was still as emotion-stirring as the heart-gripping melody that made her cry. For An had dreamt of being hugged by Nagi in her sleep, something she really missed her doing.

And when An woke up she felt more rested than before, but her heart was throbbing with pain that seemed to be vying for her attention. However she ignored it, instead pulling out her phone to text her dad that she was alright, while the faint clicking of a mouse could be heard in the background. 

Yet as she glanced at the screen in her hand, she could see that it was riddled with cracks, making her inwardly curse at herself. It had probably gotten damaged when she fell, meaning that not only could she not text anyone, but that her dad would have to buy her a new phone. She felt her frustration boil inside of her. Why did she have to continue causing trouble for other people? 

An exhaled a deep breath out of her nose, her anger feeling like it was gripping her heart. 

However, this attracted Kanade’s attention, which was evident when she turned her head to look at An.

“Oh you’re awake again? How do you feel?” Kanade asked, the ends of her hair resting in the seat of her chair.

“Mmgh.. how long have I slept?” An asked, putting her phone away and rubbing her eyes.

“Well its August 27 2024…” Kanade started, her hands in her lap now.

“…!” An sucked in a breath. 

She had visited Aunt Nagis grave on the 25th before passing out, which likely means when she woke up again that it was the 26th. Then, she fell asleep again and woke up on the 27th, which meant she had been away from home for three days!

An opened her mouth, about to apologize and head home when her stomach spoke for her, letting out a growl that demanded sustenance. 

“I apologize An. I was so concerned about how you felt I didn’t get an opportunity to grab something for you to eat.” Kanade apologized, her gaze softening. “I don’t have much, but would you like to eat some minute ramen? I apologize I don’t have something else to offer you, but that’s all I have.”

An didn’t have ramen a lot, but the idea of eating something warm was too tempting to resist, even though she’d been sleeping on a warm bed for all this time.

“Yes please…” Was all An could manage and Kanade just grabbed one of her many unopened cups of ramen around the room and left, closing the door behind her as she went to heat up the ramen.

As bad as An felt for making Kanade do all of this, her heart warmed at the girls kindness. She knew that after this, she was definitely indebted to Kanade now, especially since An had cried infront of her. She new she had been a bother it Kanade, but she couldn’t help but find a part of her wanting to be friends with the introverted girl. She didn’t just want to leave someone who had done this much for her behind and forget about her, she wanted to keep in touch and somehow repay Kanade with the same generosity she showed her.

It didn’t take long for Kanade to come back in with the ramen, containing a shiny silver fork. She handed it to An who accepted it with a grateful smile before she sat down at her desk chair again, continuing to work on her song.

An was surprised that Kanade hadn’t asked about her mental breakdown, or why she seemed so mopey. But at the same time she was glad that Kanade hadn’t pushed it, as that would likely only have made things worse. Still, a part of An felt compelled to tell her. Even though she was basically a complete stranger An met barely three days ago. 

An wrapped her hands around the cup and stared into the murky water as it warmed her hands. Finally, after a moment, she had gained enough courage and broke the silence.

“Hey Kanade… can I tell you something?”

“Hm?”

And that was all it took for An to start confessing. She was surprised that a part of her had stirred her onwards to this moment. After all she had Kohane and everyone to support her right? So why did she feel so… so… so hopeless and alone?

But Kanade listened to her story quietly, managing eye contact with An the whole time to show that she was listening. 

“I think I understand the pain you’re going through.” Kanade said after An finished, surprising her.

Chapter 4 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 4 - Mirror-Image]

As An listened to the song, it seemed to grip her very heart. 

The gentle piano was accompanied by a sweet music box, and the guitar that Kanade added seemed to play a sentiment that shook her very soul. There was no lyrics added yet, but it was already a touching song, even if An didn’t really listen to this type of music. It was so impactful that of felt like she was right next to Kanade, listening to the song right there.

Soon though, Kanade clicked on her mouse again, pausing the song. She turned to look at An, her eyes full of concern.

“Are you alright An?”

With that question An snapped out of her trance and realized that, without paying attention, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. And every time she blinked to get rid of them, two more teardrops would appear in their place. Was she… crying? Why?

An knew that if she said anything, there was no doubt she’d break down in tears. So she did one thing.

“Aunt Nagi…!” She wailed, not entirely sure why. She began sobbing, using what meager energy she had left to squeeze tears out of her eyes. 

Kanade’s eyes widen in surprise but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked over and silently put her hand on An’s back. She wasn’t trying to get An to shush, or interrupt her crying. It was her way of showing An that she was here, even though she was crying in front of someone she had just met today.

It took a while for the sorrow that eclipsed An’s body to leave, but when it did she allowed herself to slump onto the bed, her eyes red. Kanade just stayed silent until she smiled softly, the corners or her lips perking upwards.

“I think I know what to add to my song now.” Kanade said, breaking the silence and snapping An out of her trance that her misery put her in. Yet the sentence only served to confuse her, causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“You.. you do?” An asked, the emotional thorn in her mind reminding her of Nagi seemingly a little duller now. “But I.. I.. I didn’t even help you.”

 Kanade just continued to smile with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, and An’s heart broke. For her to act so mature like this… like she knew what to do… she must’ve been through this kind of pain a lot.

Kanade shook her head, clearly disagreeing. “You actually helped me a lot An. It was through you that I was able to feel your pain, and reach deep in the depths to make my melody.”

Feel my pain? An silently repeated to herself, pondering the meaning. But meanwhile, Kanade continued.

“I can tell you’ve got a lot of pain on your shoulders, and if I can ever ease the ache you’re free to come over.” Kanade promised, her words bearing a silent weight to them. “But right now you should rest. With the state your fragile body is in you could be vulnerable to getting a cold. We can talk more when you wake up.”

As if flipping a switch that sentence made An realize how tired she was. She had cried and talked until her eyelids felt unimaginabley heavy. 

So as a yawn battled its way up her throat she just nodded to Kanade, who smiled in response and sat in her chair by the computer. It was clear Kanade was going to compose more music as An slept, and she wondered if she’d ever hear a song such as emotion-stirring as that one again. 

Speaking of “that one”, did that song even have a name…?

An wanted to ask, but the murky fog that held her brain captive was making her unbelievably sleepy. So she made a mental note to ask, before laying down and closing her eyes as her head rested on the pillow. And it wasn’t long before sleep took her, painting her vision an abyss-black.

Chapter 3 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 3 - A cold glass of water]

“Kanade huh? That’s a nice name.” An replied, her lips pursing into a smile.

“Thank you, my parents chose that name for me before I was born.” Kanade responded, giving her name a bit more context. “What’s yours?”

An realized that her name meant to “play music” or “preform”. It rose several more questions in her head, but she just settled on giving Kanade her name.

“I’m An. An Shirashi.” She replied, putting her cup on top of a canned cup of ramen sitting in an open cardboard box. “Thank you for bringing me here, I’m sorry you have to take care of me like this.”

Kanade shook her head, her hair swaying to both sides. “Please don’t apologize Mrs. An.” She replied, acting formal. “You were unconscious and injured on the ground, anyone would’ve done the same.”

An smiled faintly at her kindness, feeling her heart soothe from the warmth. However she couldn’t help but think about Kanade’s words. Would anyone else really have done the same?

“Well thank you anyway Mrs. Kanade.” An replied as the air conditioner buzzed in the background, chilling the room. It was obvious Kanade had it on constantly so she’d be at the right temperature, since she was also wearing sweats to counteract the chill.

“It’s my pleasure.” Kanade’s calm voice responded as if it was covered in silk. “But there’s no need to you such formalities with me, you can just call me Kanade.”

An felt it was interesting that Kanade was warming up to her so fast, but maybe she didn’t interact with others much, so she was just eager to make friends. However even though An had likely been awake and resting in this room for around 5 minutes, she knew nothing about it aside from the boxes of ramen in front of the bed. So feeling curious An let her eyes drift, observing the room. And it wasn’t long before her eyes landed in the keyboard set up infront of the closed curtains.

“…Hey Kanade, do you make music?” An couldn’t help but ask, catching Kanade off guard.

Soon though Kanade regained her composure and responded in that usual tranquil voice of hers. “Yes I do.” Kanade answered, even though An wouldn’t have believed her if she had said no. “However I’m stuck on the melody of one of my songs. Would you mind listening to it?”

An couldn’t help but feel her curiosity grow at the idea of one of Kanade’s tracks. She seemed so inexpressive and introverted that it gave off an aura that she worked under an alias.

“Sure I don’t mind, I work with music all the time. I’m sure I can help you figure something out.” An responded, feeling Deja-vue from when Toya wrote Hollow.

In response Kanade just softly smiled. “Oh you do? That’s great.” She said, moving over to her computer set-up pressed against her left bedroom wall. “I’ve been working on this song for a while now, but the melody always seems a bit off. I’ve tried refining the guitar and heightening the pitch but it always seems like something’s missing…” Kanade trailed off as if she didn’t know what to say, then clicked the play button with her mouse.

And as the graceful song flowed through Kanade’s attached speakers, An’s eyes widened.

This song!!!

A Cozy Sweater

Here is my two star MEIKO card for my event! She’s supposed to be the VBS MEIKO, but this is my first time making a custom project sekai card and drawing outfits on characters. So without further ado, here’s her ability:

40% score boost for 5 seconds

Chapter Two of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 2 - A Helpful Friend?]

When An woke up, she wasn’t laying sprawled out on the cold hard sidewalk like she thought she would be. Instead, she was laying on top of a blanket that was covering the mattress under her. Her head was delicately placed on a pillow near the back of the bed, and the room she was in was immersed in darkness. 

However two sounds continually rang through the room. The click of a mouse and the clack-clack of a keyboard.  

An craned her kneck upwards to look towards the sound, her eyes straining through the darkness. There, in front of her, was a girl with blueish-white hair that went a bit past of her waist, seemingly composing a song at her computer.

The bright screen reflected in her blue eyes, and her fringe was tucked to both sides, save for a long section in the middle. However a few seconds after An caught a glimpse of the anonymous girl, she turned to face An, her blue eyes softening.

“Ah, you’re awake.” She said, her soft and sweet voice flowing together like honey. “How are you feeling?”

The girls voice was full of concern, but An couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that a completely stranger had found her in one of her most vulnerable moments, even if she was unconscious.

“Yeah I’m fine.” An rushed, wanting to leave as soon as possible. “Sorry for troubling you, I’ll just-.” An stood up off the bed and found herself crumpling to the ground in pain, causing the girl to quickly jump out of her seat and rush over, helping An into the bed again.

“Are you alright?” The girl asked again, the worry evident in her eyes. “When I found you, you looked like you were in a lot of pain, so you should probably take it easy.” The girl stood up after An was back to laying on the sheets. “I’m going to go grab you a glass of water, I’ll be back in a second.”

An just watched her go, unable to move herself as she hugged her legs to her chest and buried her face in her knees. Now that she was awake thanks to her fall to the floor, she could roughly feel the pain she was in. Of course she was still feeling sleepy and a bit disoriented from waking up in a new place after passing out, so that was likely numbing some of the pain as a result. 

Speaking of passing out, how long did she really sleep? The curtains in the room were closed, ensuring that no light would get in, which An was thankful for. She felt like she wanted to cry as her throat became scratchy and raw with tears pricking at her eyes. After all, she was in so much mental pain, why’d she have to suffer phyiscal pain too? She was a good person, it wasn’t fair!

And she hated being a burden to others. Having people pick up her slack like the anonymous girl that was taking care of her just wasnt something she wanted others to do. She wanted to get good on her own, and it wasn’t fair to make others deal with her excess.

She hugged her legs closer to her, her heart aching.

It was a marvel that the girl had heard An move at all. After all, An had only moved her head slightly and somehow the girl had heard her, which took An by surprise. To have your ears be that sensitive to sound… An just couldn’t fathom it. And the girl seemed to gracefully move throughout her room like she memorized the layout, which likely meant she spent most of her time in her room.

The thought alone made An shiver. She couldn’t imagine sitting in her room alone for that along in the dark, much less the strain on her eyes. At this point An couldn’t tell if she was amazed by the girls situation, or if she was scared of her stay-in-her-room talents.

Soon though, the girl re-appeared, a glass of cold water in her hands. An couldn’t lie, the cup looked enticing. After all, she had sweated most of the fluid out of her body by sweating on her aimless run, and it was clear her body was demanding to be replenished.

“Here, take this.” The girl handed An the clear glass of water which she accepted greatfully. “You lost a lot of fluid while you were asleep, and I wasn’t able to replenish any of it. So I thought I’d hydrate you while you’re awake.”

An just nodded, wanting to ask so many questions. Where was she? How long had she slept? But all she could manage from her parched chapped lips and dry scratchy throat was…

“What’s your name?”

The girl smiled as An drank the cold water, the liquid sliding down her grateful throat.

“I’m Kanade.”

Sour Droplets event logo!

My first PJSK fanfic! Sour Droplets!

This is my 1st fanfic of Pjsk, which means it’s also my first time writing about VBS! This event story is supposed to happen after the Kohane focus story, “On Your Feet”. If you haven’t read a bit before that, there may be some spoilers for previous events, or things won’t make sense.

As events do, I’ll be making my own Pjsk cards and event titles! Note that the fanfic and event are called something completely different so I can distinguish between the two (the event is called Melody of Infinite Horizons.) But in fact, this event has a song too! It’s a j-pop song called Lemon by Kenshi Yonezu, and I would definitely recommend giving it a listen.

And with all that stuff said, I hope you enjoy the story!

Ps: Orange is the closest thing I could get to yellow. 😭

[Chapter 1 - Time Takes its Course]

An stood there, eyes wide as she was frozen in place. She clutched her shirt tightly and her eyes welled up with tears. 

Laying in front of her was Aunt Nagis grave, a mound of unmarked dirt. The city had been so determined to not let An know about Nagis death that they didn’t do the bare courtesy of marking her grave. However everyone had know about Nagis death. Everyone, except An.

The single lily An had brought slipped out of her hand, falling on to the ground.

And with that, came the tears.

Sitting in front of the grave, An let her tears roll down her face as she let out a wail of despair. Aunt Nagi was gone - never to come back. 

As the grass poked at her legs, An’s vision became blurry. She knew she’d never forget Nagi, but it was still hard to live life without her. To go through her day to day routines without her aunt there to guide her.

Sometimes An still thought about her too. Her gentle smile, her flowing hair…

As if on cue, memories of her and Nagi began flashing through her head. For Nagi had been there during An’s lowest lows and her highest highs. The thought that she wouldn’t be there for her and by her side anymore…

All of a sudden An’s heart started to race, and she felt immense pressure everywhere on her skin, alike to the sensation of walls closing in. She felt lightheaded and began to hyperventilate as she gripped at her chest. An couldn’t take it anymore, she knew she had to get out of here.

So with her blurry vision, she began to run away from the grave, leaving the lily at the base of it. The grief was to suffocating to stay there, so An ran. She ran even though she didn’t know where she was going, she just needed to escape. But there would be no running from the desperation that clawed at her heart. The pure, raw feeling that demanded to be unleashed.

The night didn’t help An’s vision, instead helping the colors in her vision blend smoothly, as if they were melting into each other. She ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until she couldn’t even tell what was around her. She’s topped and put her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Sure, she practiced staying in shape with Kohane and the others, but the training she had done couldn’t hold a candle to running around aimlessly.

A feeling of hopelessness gripped An again and she knew she had to keep running. Not only to get away from this place, but to head home. If she wasn’t home soon, her father would likely worry. I mean, she couldn’t have been running for less than a hour, but under the blanket of stars telling time was like trying to do open heart surgery with a hammer - impossible. Nevertheless, she  had to get home, and maybe calm down with a cup of hot tea after her arrival.

So An stood up and began to spur her legs forward, intending to run home even though she was still suffering from the remnants of her panic attack. But no matter how screwed her vision was, An could see the ground getting rapidly closer to her face. And the pure, pitch black color of darkness as it enveloped her vision, snuffing out the light of the moonlight above her.

Thanks for the tag! @aniverse-x here I go ig

Last song I listened to: Savior from Astral Chain

Fav Color: Pink and Purple

Currently watching: My mom play Tetris effect connected (jk) SAO Abridged Parody

Spicy/savory/sweet: Sweet, I have a very bad spice tolerance.

Relationship status: Dating

Current obsession: Collecting manga books

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Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

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Yandere Eugeo Headcannons!

Yan!Eugeo who, when he sees you emerge from the forest with Kirito, is absolutely blown away. From how your (h/c) hair shines in the wind to how the grass brushes against your skin from every step you take, everything about you was just… perfect.

Yan!Eugeo Instantly knew that he had to have you as his face lightly tinted with blush under the hot sun, and the breeze blew against your back whilst Eugeo stood across from you. As you stood by Kirito (who paled in comparison to you) Eugeo couldn’t help but let his thoughts run. Why had the breeze seemed to push you toward him? Was that a message that you were destined to be his? A message from Stacia herself? Soon Eugeos ice blue eyes seemed to melt a bit as the warm emotion of love took over, enveloping every part of his body.

Yan!Eugeo Who, at this point was fighting with himself to not jump forward and wrap his arms around you. His hands were twitching as images of him burying yourself in his chest flooded his mind, with the appeal of the aspect of having you all to himself taunted him. Eugeo had long-term difficulty with relationships due to losing Alice at a young age, which caused him usually to be clingy and needy. However, it never was as bad as this. He wanted to be pressed against you, to feel every inch of his skin against yours. He wanted you to hold and soothe him as he cried all of his pent up depressed feelings while you promised him everything would be alright as you run his fingers through his hair.

Yan!Eugeo who annoys insists that you be placed in a room near him to sister Selka. He wanted to witness your beauty continually when you walk by his room, even if he had to deal with the other… vermin people in the hallway who would block his view of you. Selka had never seen Eugeo so attached to anyone since the arrest of Alice, so she complied, thinking it would be a healthy outlet for him to use to move on. Big mistake. Now Eugeo spends all of his time chopping at the Gigas Cedar thinking of you. Of course, no far-away room placement could stop him with that. He just would find another way to look at your beauty somehow…

Yan!Eugeo is beyond frustrated when he sees you acting so buddy-buddy with Kirito. He’s infuriated. That should be him with you! Of course Eugeo was too nervous to walk up and talk to you, who wouldn’t be when they’re in the presence of such an angel?!? You were a lost child of Vetca and had emerged from the depths of nature along with Kirito side by side, so of course you had something in common. But Eugeo felt closer to you than Kirito did, yet all he could do is grit his teeth and tighten his muscles in frustration as he walked past you and Kirito talking as if you were best friends.

Yan!Eugeo who can barely hold his temper when you look at Kirito with wonder after he cuts down the Gigas Cedar with the Blue Rose sword. He wanted you to look at him that way! That gaze should be his, not Kiritos! His his his his his his his! It wasn’t fair! Why did he always have to get the short end of the stick? Of course he was the one to almost die in the cave within the end mountains, of course he had to be the one without the Aincrad style, and of course he had to be the one who had to sit back while his future wife got taken from him! As Kirito and an impressed you were celebrating, Eugeo walked away to get treats from the bakery as every inch of him pulsed with rage. Sure, stale loaves of bread bought a second time that day wasn’t much of a treat, but Eugeo couldn’t bear another second of watching you smile and compliment Kirito. It was tearing him up inside, and he could feel tears coming to his eyes. After that day, Eugeo became very clingy to you. He always offered gifts whether it be freshly picked flowers or something he made himself, which made you keep your distance away from him due to the awkward circumstances. You ended up spending a lot of time at the church, where Selka taught you Sacred Arts whilst Kirito and Eugeo went around helping the other villagers during the few days leading up to the festival.

Yan!Eugeo insists that when he and Kirito head to the Sword Mastery Accademy they need to bring you along. After all, you’ve learned the Sacred Arts! You were definitely going to be a great asset to there journey! Kirito isn’t sure he wants to bring you into the journey of becoming an integrity knight since it wasn’t something he wanted to trouble you with, but after Eugeo pestering him about it incessantly, Kirito finally relented. After the feast and onto your formidable days of travel, Eugeo always kept a close eye on you. He was super paranoid always asking you if they needed to stop and take a break, or if you were feeling ok. You chalked his unusual behavior to him just being nervous about this next huge step in his life, but it only got worse when you arrived in 5th district of Centoria. Of course after being in the full dive of the Underwold for 2 in game years, your brain had pretty much adjusted to the rules and customs. So when you entered the fortified circular city, you were instantly amazed, wowing at anything and everything you saw in the shop windows. Secretly though, Eugeo made a mental note of what you seemed to like, and planned to get it for you later. What about saving money for Alice and there goals later down the road? Well, who cared about Alice when he had you right here in front of him? At this point, saving Alice was more of Kiritos goal, and he was just along the ride to make sure you weren’t stolen out from under him.

Yan!Eugeo who is so excited when you place in the top 12 with him! That means you also get to have your own private shared dorm, training room, and cafeteria! Of course it was frustrating that Kirito also happened to be place in the top 12 too. He wanted to share a dorm with you and not him! Yet Eugeo could only add to his growing grudge he had against Kirito, and move on being glad that you even placed in the top 12 at all. And of course you find gifts showing up in your dorm frequently, suspiciously the gifts that amazed you when you entered, but the disgust you had against Raios and Humbert you had everyday normally distracted you, so you had enough on your mind to be able to ignore them often. Honestly you were a bit mad at Eugeo for insisting that you come with, since you had already passed school in the real life, and didn’t want to go through it again. However the sweet treats Eugeo brought you every day from the jumping deer made your life a bit better, until one fateful day in the training room…

“Hey (y/n) could you come to the training hall and review my forms please?” Eugeo had asked you with a puff out of his bottom lip as he gave you his best puppy-dog eyes. Knowing you couldn’t get anywhere with him, you just sighed and agreed much to Eugeos delight, and the two of you walked over to the training hall through the empty hallway.

Now you were here, in this 9 by 10 mile room where you could smell the fresh scent of wood every time you inhaled. Sadly though, that smell wasn’t the only one that lurked in this gigantic room of the academy. Occupying a small corner of the room was Raios and Humbert, with a sweet perfume oozing from their bodies. When you saw them, you gritted your teeth and silently glared at them in disgust, but Eugeo on the other hand didn’t seem to care. He seemed so happy that he could break into a joyful skip at any moment, but you were sure he was just ignoring the two.

The training hall was also there indoor gymnasium of sorts, and logs were put out for students to practice on when the room wasn’t being used for academic courses. So after following Eugeo over to a group of three wood logs near the right wall, he unsheathed his wooden sword and began swinging. You studied him closely but a part of you nagged that your efforts would be futile. You didn’t really know anything about the Aincrad style, so how could you give him any pointers on simple things like improving his form? However he seemed oblivious to the fact as he kept chopping away at the wood, just like Humbert and Raios did in the corner. The sound of wood against wood was the only sound that rang out in the hall, however Raios and Humbert, or the pair you had nicknamed the “Terrible Two”, began to talk to each other in a loud voice, but you knew that it was only for them to insult the two of you without saying it to your face, which only made your blood boil.

“I do say that Eugeos methods of training are quite… confusing.” Raios began, his sword chopping against the wooden log in perfect rhythm. “He comes in everyday and just hits a block of wood without practicing his forms! I don’t see how he’ll ever improve at redundant actions like that!”

“Indeed Raios, but you must remember he came from a common village where he doesn’t even have a last name! Surely a few brain cells must be missing as well.” Humbert responded, his harsh words slicing through the air as his tongue rolled against his teeth. “And that girl over there-.”

All of a sudden in a flash Eugeo was behind Humbert and his wooden sword was covered in blood. That was one of the signature Aincrad moves, Sonic leap. Humbert’s eyes widened for a split second then all of a sudden blood spurted out from his neck, and his head disconnected, detaching from his head and rolling onto the floor.

In response Raios’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting Eugeo to do that.He let out a blood curdling scream and began to sprint away, but he didn’t make it very far before Eugeo got into the form for Meteor Break and cut off his head too. As the bodies lay against the floor blood pooled out from them, staining the wooden floor.

“No one talks to my girl like that.” Eugeo spat, sheathing his stained sword away.

A small purple gate opened up in the air as a man’s face appeared.

“Violation of Taboo index 7894.” His voice rang out in the room, but all you could do was stand in place, frozen with fear. “Id 2748 coordinates 91N 83S 46E 87W…” As he continued to speak Eugeo walked over to you who was trembling in place.

He kneeled down to your height with a soft smile as he brought up his hand to wipe your cheek, his bloody thumb leaving a red smear across your cheek. You stared into his sympathetic blue eyes as your heart beat so hard you swore it would beat out of your chest.

“It’s ok (y/n) don’t worry.” He consoled you to no avail. “We’ll stay on the run from the Cathedral, just you and I. We can start a small life together and nothing. Nobody. Will ever separate you and I again.”

Hey guys! Sorry that it’s been a while, but my other iPad at school ended up having to be turned in with the rest of them, so I’ll mostly be posting on here for a while now! I thought I could finish this the night before we turned our iPads in, but I took too many breaks and what not so here I am. 😅 Anyway, you’ll have to check on this channel for a while if you want updates, but I promise I’ll have the other blog running back in no time!

The contending deal

Hu-Tao had recently sailed overseas to the thunderous land of Inazuma due to the recent abnormality of spirits. Since the borders of Inazuma had just recently opened up the borders, there was a lot of lengthy paperwork and their plan was a bit rough around the edges but still workable. When Hu-Taos's passport showed that she was an owner of a business, the processing team dug a bit deeper, finding out about Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. When they found out about her business, they didn’t tell everyone, but after a while that changed. The people who checked Hu Taos’s passport went back to their house as their wife asked them about his day and he told her about the business over some nice steamy dinner while he lounged back in a chair like in a therapist's office while a child or pet might be running around. Then the wife might send some mail to her friends about it, then books were made, then songs were made… you get the point.

But the whole time news was spreading about Hu-Tao, she met Yomiya outside her fireworks shop and became friends. Yomiya took her on a tour, and Hu-Tao helped Yomiya from time to time whether it was getting a material for fireworks or coming up with combinations or designs and basically whatever she could help with. But much like the news about Hu-tao Hu-tao wanted to explore different islands. She thought the Sagnomiya Shrine would be an interesting place to visit, so she went there. Yet the news had already reached all the islands and everyone knew about her. Yet that wasn’t bad, for now at least. When Hu-Tao got there Kokomi wanted to personally greet her so they can talk about spirits together, which might help Kokomi approve/adjust her plans. Kokomi took her on a tour around the island, showing her the barracks, the shrine, etc, just like Yomiya.

Though due to the tour and time of Hu-Taos's arrival, it got dark quickly, and instead of Hu-Tao heading back on a boat, Kokomi offered her refuge in a spare house they had. Just like during the Shogun War. Hu-Tao accepted the offer with a trademark smile and thanks. She headed in after she was given some provisions, bed sheets and blankets, and stuff for her bathroom too. Of course not without a chat with Kokomi. As the moon lightly glazed Hu-Taos’ face through the curtain she smiled. Everyone had been so kind and welcoming plus for dinner, she had Kokomi's favorite meal, bird egg sushi, which warmed her stomach. Hu-Tao knew about the Vision Decree and everything about that but she couldn't see why anyone could complain about Inazuma. Everyone always peacefully got along and any disputes were easily settled by the guards walking the streets. Of course, she knew there have been some Fatui incidents here and there, but otherwise, Hu-Tao found this place pretty peaceful. For now.

Over the next few days, while Hu-Tao stayed at Watasumi island, she helped Kokomi just like how she helped Yomiya. Since Kokomi thought Hu-Tao was on vacation, she kept telling Hu-Tao it was fine and to just relax and enjoy her time there. Yet Hu-Tao insisted on helping her, as thanks for everything she did and since they were friends now. So like she helped Yomiya, Hu-Tao helped Kokomi the same way, just doing different tasks such as: Sweeping and polishing the shrine, sharpening the soldier's weapons, etc. Over time as she spent more time with Kokomi, their friendship grew and they became closer and closer. Even though she was around Kokomi a lot, she never saw her get mad. This is why she was more concerned when she saw Kokomi with her arms crossed and an angry stare on her porch in the morning after she had opened the door.

“Kokomi? Are you ok?” Hu-Tao asked groggily while she rubbed one of her eyes. She started to yawn but stopped when Kokomi let out an angry remark.

“Do you think I'm ok?!?! You just vandalized the entire shrine!” Kokomi said surprising Hu-Tao as she had never gotten angry before. The shrine must mean a lot to her which was weird. Sorry, the shrine being important to her isn't weird, the fact she said Hu-tao did it is. As the willingness to yawn barreled around in Hu-Taos's throat she let out a confused question, “I did what now?” One of Hu-Taos's eyebrows shifted up in confusion, “I was in my room the whole night, why would I suddenly do something very unlike me and suddenly vandalize the shrine?” Hu-Tao had never sleepwalked before, so it was hard to believe she randomly got up out of bed and her unconscious brain had enough cells in it to vandalize a shrine. “Don’t play dumb with me!” Kokomi's soft voice tore through the peaceful air, “One of the soldiers saw you do it last night!” Did one of the soldiers lie about her? Hu-Tao thought to herself, her brain working a bit faster now that she just got yelled at. No, nobody displayed any signs of hatred or grudges against me so maybe… “OH COME ON!” Kokomi yelled interrupting Hu-Tao’s thoughts which made her jump a bit, “If you're having such a hard time remembering what you did ill just show you! Maybe that will jog your memory!” Kokomo grabe Hu-Tao’s hand leading her in a direction toward the shrine. As Hu-Tao was running she was too lost in her head to take in her surroundings. She felt hurt that her new best friend was mad at her. And it wasn't even her fault! Maybe if she could just convince Kokomi she didn't do it then they could be friends. But how could she convince her? Could she-

“Here!” Kokomi yelled, throwing her in front of her with the force in her hand. Hu-Tao stumbled forward on the stone ground, trying not to fall. As she slowly regained her balance she stood still and looked around the shrine, and man the sight that greeted her was anything but pleasant. The shrine walls were graffitied so badly she couldn't make out the words, and the water was tainted with oil, yet strangely there were no traces of anything affected by fire, which was the element in her vision. The pearls in the archway were missing and the roof was torn up. As Hu-Tao examined some of the graffiti by touching it with her hand, she found out that some of the colors were not what they seemed to be. Hu-Tao rubbed her fingers together to check the texture of the essence, which confirmed her thoughts. It was something she had dealt with before, ghost remains. She walked back to Kokomi already planning a sentence in her head to try to convince Kokomi it was a ghost, though it was much harder to do that when you were in Inazuma and not Liyue. “Ah! So it's finally struck you, what you did,” Kokomi said as Hu-Tao started walking towards her, “Have you come to tell me your confession?!?!” Hu-Tao hesitated a bit, this was one of the rare times that she thought that the ghost came at the wrong time. She hadn't experienced any paranormal activities and now she did, which was making her friend mad at her! A bit of anger against all ghosts bubbled up inside of her, but she pushed it down. For if she didn't it might be shown in her voice that she was angry, making the situation much, much worse.

“Kokomi it's not my fault I didn't do this there are traces of ghosts here-” Hu-Tao tried to choke out feeling intimidated by Kokomi's angry gaze. “Oh, so now you’re trying to make fun of my knowledge of ghosts since I have less than you?” Kokomi interrupted Hu-Tao, clearly not believing her. After all, it just seemed like her best friend betrayed her, “Do you think this is funny???” Even though Hu-Tao didn't sound angry, Kokomis's racing brain had found another excuse. Hu-Tao felt defeated and knew that somehow she would have to make the ghost show itself to Kokomi to prove it to her. Whatever Kokomi angrily talked about next, Hu-Tao didn’t hear, as she was lost in her head. Whatever ghost that did this, was likely some type of hooligan or prankster ghost. It was hard to believe that anyone had done this on accident, which means they were probably watching their vandalism unfold on an innocent soul somewhere. As much as she knew it would make Kokomi angry, Hu-Tao took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to detect any ethereal presence. She painted a picture of her surroundings around her in her head with her eyes closed. Soon slowly things came alive in her closed eyelids. The clams stretching out behind the buildings, some archway-shaped stones pouring water into some pools, the priests walking around the shrine, and of course, all of the graffiti and vandalism. But one thing was different in the landscape, not counting what the ghost did. She could sense a presence and a faint, blurry, human-shaped, see-through, blue, outline of energy. The clothes on their body were also tainted with a color blue, masking the original color it was. Hu-Tao could sense Kokomi getting angrier at her, making a smirk slowly draw itself across the ghost's face. Hu-Tao focused on Kokomi’s anger so she wouldn’t smile too. The ghost didn’t know she knew about him, so she opened her eyes, finding herself getting violently shaken by Kokomi.

“HU-TAO HELLOOOOOO ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!?!” Kokomi yelled while still shaking Hu-Tao, making her dizzy. “HELLLOOOOOOOO EARTH TO HU-TAO?!?!?!” It felt like Kokomi was trying to shake her unbelievable ideas out of her head as Hu grasped tightly onto the idea in her head, trying not to lose it. “K-o-o-k-o-miiii-i I’m here.” Hu-Tao said between Kokomi’s shakes. Kokomi stopped shaking Hu-Tao shortly after she opened her eyes and spoke. Kokomi had lost her top, so Hu-Tao held up her hand in front of Kokomi before she could let out anything, which was likely another angry remark. She got close and whispered into Kokomi's ear so the ghost wouldn’t hear them and said, “We’re not alone, I’ll show you.” While Hu-Tao started fishing around for something in her pocket with her hand. “Just be patience with me for a second.” As soon as Hu-Tao removed her hand from her pocket she revealed four, shiny, round, and smooth sango pearls she had collected from exploring the island. She then walked over to the archway-shaped stones in the pool of water and slotted them in the holes where the previous pearls have been, being careful to not scratch them. Hu-Tao yawned, still tired even though the sun was a little higher than when Kokomi woke her up bright and early in the morning. Barely anybody was up, so luckily there the ghost wouldn’t flee while mid-vandalizing. Hu-Tao stretched her arms up and let out a yawn to try to make it more convincing, “I feel pretty tired, I think I’m going to head back and sleep a little longer than try to fix this vandalism problem,” Hu-Tao said secretly motioning Kokomi to follow her, “My brain needs to get more gears going before it confronts a problem as big as this.” Hu-Tao turned around and headed down the winding path back to her house with Kokomi behind her.

They walked for a while until Hu-Tao decided they were out of sight and quickly pulled Kokomi behind a house. Then as sneakily and as silently as they could, they walked back up but instead of using the path they sneaked around the houses like spy’s on a secret mission. When they got back up they hid a bit behind a porch, but so they could still see the shrine from where they were at. After a second another Hu-Tao popped up seemingly out of nowhere and drew her spear. The clone got to the original pearls that Hu-Tao placed and lifted her spear so the tip was pointed in the pearl's direction. Then, the clone inserted force into the spear, pushing forward and stabbing a pearl, breaking it. It did that with the rest of the pearls then seemingly vanished into thin air. After the ghost disappeared, Kokomi and Hu-Tao came out from hiding, and Kokomi instantly hugged her. “I'm so sorry! You were my best friend and I suspected you of doing this and got so angry at you-” Kokomi’s voice was in a pleading tone as she tried to get out all of her apology words at once. “It's ok,” Hu-Tao said, cutting her off as she continued to apologize continuously, “This shrine meant a lot to you, I don't blame you for being so defensive. Though I think you might want to put some items that I call “barricaders” to preserve the shrine from ghosts. I have some in my bag that I brought to Inazuma, so I'll give some to you.” Hu-Tao winked and Kokomi instantly stepped back and started waving her hands in front of her face, her eyes wide. “Oh no no no! If anything I should owe you, how I was to you-” Hu-Tao placed a hand on Kokomi’s shoulder for comfort, causing her to pause in the middle of the sentence. “Kokomi like I said, it's ok! If you want to owe me anything you have to send me postcards, ok? That's what you owe me,” Hu-Tao playfully and lightly bumped Kokomi with her elbow, “Now come on! The shrine won't clean itself!” Hu-Tao laughed. Kokomi hugged Hu-Tao again, but this time not as worried. “I can't thank you enough!” Kokomo said while she smiled, her eyes closed, “You’re the best Hu-Tao!” Hu-Tao gently smiled and hugged her back as the sun had finally risen from its sleepy resting point under the sea. It bathed Hu-tao and Kokomi in golden light, illuminating their surroundings and glinting off the fragments of the sango pearls. As both of them quietly watched the sunrise for a second while still in a hug, the moment was photogenic, yet no one had a kamera. It was alright though, for their heart had captured the picture. Framed with many words and decorated with feelings as it was gently tucked away into a safe place. Somewhere that neither of them would forget.

Kokomi and Hu-Tao fixed the shrine, this time with it being a little different though, as Hu-Taos barricaders were placed around the shrine. As much as Hu-Tao wanted to stay though, seeing as this was near the end of her trip, she knew she had business to return to in Liyue. As she got in the boat that Kokomi had prepared for her on the beach and crest of the island, Kokomi ran up and hugged her. There were a lot of fast-paced conversations knowing that she had to go soon which made some people wonder if they were speaking a different language. Though soon Kokomi gave her a gigantic tight hug and wave goodbye sadly as Hu-Taos's boat pushed off the shore and into the lapis lazuli of the ocean. Hu-Tao waved bye too, waving her arm while trying to steady her balance, making sure she wouldn’t crash on any fish party. Though after a while, Watasumi island became a little speck in the distance, as she near Ritou. She turned around from facing Watasumi to the front of the boat and saw another hand waving to her. Even though she hadn’t told Yomiya about her departure she was still there, waving and smiling. Hu-Tao smiled and waved back wondering if Yomiya had a sixth sense when it came to friends. A bit behind Yomiya though, was her fireworks shop where her pa was also waving goodbye. It touched her heart knowing how Yomiya must’ve screamed in her pa’s ear to wave goodbye when she did, knowing how he was quite hard of hearing. But soon the hands and the bustle of Ritou became just like Watasumi. A speck in the distance, leaving Hu-Tao to her thoughts as clouds dotted the vast blue sky above her. She laid on her back trying to get as comfortable as she could, and put her hands behind her head, looking up at the sky and reflecting on everything she had done in Inazuma.

She was so in her head when thinking about this that, when her boat bobbed back and forth from hitting land, she didn’t notice. Though once after it bounced against the piece of land Hu-Tao arrived at, it off-centered the boat's balance, causing Hu-Tao to fall into the water below her. Boy was she awake now. She quickly went to her house and changed out of her sopping wet clothes, taking a shower. Then she pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head, sliding her white socks to her knee and topping her outfit off by lightly putting her hat on her lightly wet brown hair. She then slipped her leg bands on her socks then she put her shoes on, heading out her door to continue her everyday life. And she did just that but with a few minor adjustments. Yomiya and Kokomi sent her postcards, along with a gift or two. They’d talk about how they miss her or ask her questions about Liyue. You know, basic friends sending cards stuff. Hu-Tao made sure to visit though, and the more she visited the more friends she made, while she said hi to the ones before. Luckily no more shrine issues happened, so Kokomi tried to give her money for her service but she refused. Her friendship was enough. The friendship that sparked in her heart like lightning, at the thunderous land of Inazuma.

The deed that was never done.

Yandere simulator x Y/n detective

Tw: Mentions of m!rder, stalking.

This story was also in 2022 but a bit better. Also the stories working on getting a revise but just thought I’d share ^^

“But I'm innocent! You have to believe me!” Olivia Yew protested while she was being shoved into the cop car.

“Yeah, tell that to the judge.” One of the cops responded. “We found your DNA all over the crime scene.” The cop finally closed the door and headed towards me. “Sorry about this, we all know Olivia did it but she hired you anyway. I’m sorry she wasted your time.” All I did was nod back. “Well I'm supposed to be on my way now. Goodluck detective.”

The cop then turned on his heel and walked back to his police car with his shiny black shoes making noise on the dry pavement. Click clack click clack.

Even though everyone believed Olivia did it, I however, felt different. Nobody could be blamed until all of the pieces of the puzzle fit together and I believed that there were still pieces of the puzzle missing. Since I was already in front of the place where the crime was committed, I decided the best course of action was to ask the students there. The students of Akademi High.

As I headed inside, I made a list of who I wanted to ask: Gema Taku, Dairoku, Hana, Midori, Hokuto, and lastly Ayano Aishi. As I walked under the archway at the school's entry gate I wondered how I could prove Olivia's innocence. Sure we had found clothes that had her DNA but they weren't on the body. The body was likely in the incinerator since the evidence was located there, and there were traces of the DNA from the dead body in the incinerator. I turned on my heel as I rounded the corner. There was her DNA on the murder weapon, but what if that was fake? What if the murder didn’t go down like it seemed to?

As soon as my thought ended, I was standing in front of the gaming club. I grabbed the ice cold metal latches of the door and slid them open to find Gema standing and playing video games on his phone. When he heard me arrive, he looked up from his phone. “Why are you interrupting my gaming?!?!” He hissed angrily. “My name is y/n and I am a hired detective. I’m here to ask you a few questions.” He was obviously caught off guard after my introduction. I mean its not every day a detective for a murder scene waltzes right into your school. He put his phone away, stuffing it into his pants pocket then lifting his head up to face mine. “What were you doing today around/at the time of the murder?”

“I was in my room gaming but through the door windows I saw Ayano sign up for the drama club. Then she headed to the art room with the drama club gloves on.” He responded quickly, clearly excited to get this conversation over so he could go back to playing games on his phone. I made a mental note of what he told me, thanked him for telling me, then headed out to ask Dairoku. I knew Gema was telling the truth because the door handles were ice cold. If he wasn’t in the gaming room like he said the door handles would have been warmer. Although the information he gave me wasn’t particularly helpful it was good to keep any information you got on your detective job in the back of your head.

Soon I found myself in front of the spot where the school delinquents normally meet up. They weren’t there, so I sat under the tree with my back against the trunk. I hadn’t had water for a while so I opened my water bottle and took a swig. *POP* swish, swish. As I was taking a drink I heard one set of footsteps. Hopeful that it was Dairoku I peeked around the tree. But it wasn’t. It was Taro Yamada. As I saw him turn the corner I noticed there was another set of footsteps behind him. Although they were quieter and more faint they were definitely their. I hid myself a bit more behind the tree and that’s when I saw it… or her if you want to be more specific. Ayano Aishi. It was clear that Taro didn’t know that Ayano was following him but I was lucky that Ayano didn’t notice me watching her either. Every time Taro would stop Ayano would hide behind the nearest object while still still sneaking glances at Taro. She was creeping hiding and staring like…. like stalking! My breath sped up and I had to cover my mouth up to make sure I didn’t give myself away. I pulled out my phone very quietly and started recording from the camera app without thinking, As soon as Taro and Ayano left I took my hand off my mouth, stopped recording, and calmed myself down. What happened was totally explainable! Right? My thoughts raced as I tried to think about what I just witnessed. They must have been playing tag right? Yeah! And Ayano must have been the tagger and was hiding behind stuff because she couldn’t get to Taro from where she was! That had to be the reason, right?

Before I could think about it anymore I heard sets of footsteps heading my way. It was the delinquents! Excited to get to the conversation, since I had been sitting under the tree for a couple minutes waiting, I fumbled as I put my water bottle and phone away and got up to walk to them. My legs were happy to comply as I was giving them the stretch they need while I was heading towards the delinquents.

“Why the heck are you here? Scram!” Osoro the delinquents “leader” shouted at me in a irritable tone. I stood in front of them ready to start digging for information. “I am here to ask Dairoku and Hokuto where they were around/at the time of the murder.” “So? Why would I let you ask them that? Like I said, scram!” Osoro stubbornly continued. “You will let me ask them because I am y/n hired by Olivia for this murder case.” I showed them my detective Id to further my point. “You will let me ask them where they were around/at the time of the murder or I could report you guys to the police. I’m sure with your weapons and not complying to my questions that they would say yes.” Osoros face showed that he was caught off guard and I gave him a second to recollect his thoughts as I put my Id away in my pocket.

“F-fine, you can ask them.” Osoro stuttered. “But you only ask them, deal?” I sighed guess I couldn’t talk to anymore delinquents for this case but this is the best terms I could settle with with Osoro. “Deal.” I turned to Dairoku ready to hear his alibi. “Ok, I guess I’ll tell you.” Dairoku said clearly holding his mean language behind his tongue. “I had gotten to my meeting spot late while the rest of the gang was taking a bathroom break and the only suspicious thing I saw was Ayano carrying a long lumpy trash bag with the drama club gloves on into the area with the incinerator.” “Did you hear the incinerator open?” I questioned him. “No. But I heard some rustling and Ayano came back out with the lumpy bag and her drama club gloves on.” Dairoku mentioned sounding impatient. “Alright, thanks for telling me. “ I said then turned to Hokuto. “Where were you around/at the time of the murder?” “I was in the rear of our gang walking in to school and I saw Ayano walking around with a boxcutter stuck in a box and drama club gloves on.” Dairoku responded. “But that’s all I saw because then we headed out the door to our meeting place.” “Ok thanks for telling me.” I said as I added everything they had just told me to my mental note from before. “Well I guess I’ll be on my way then. Goodbye.”

As I headed inside I went through the information. Ayano had been to the incinerator but if there was a body in the bag she didn’t dispose of it in the incinerator. The only sharp object anybody had seen was a box cutter that was stuck in a box Ayano was carrying which was ironic because the victim had been stabbed to death. As I pealed down the hallway I noticed a very colorful poster so I stopped to look at it. It read:

DRAMA CLUB MISSING PROPERTY

IF FOUND PLEASE BRING THEM TO THE DRAMA CLUB AND NOTIFY THE CLUB LEADER

On the poster their was a picture of the drama clubs gloves. That was weird. Didn’t Ayano have the gloves? What happened to them? Oh well. I started walking again. I guess someone else must have had them at some point and lost them. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for those gloves though. After walking a bit more I found Hana. “Hello their Hana.” I said to get her attention. “I’m here to ask you a question.” “Omg are you one of my fans? I can answer your question. I DO take autographs!” Hana let her hand go limp a couple of inches in front of her and under her neck in a dramatic way. I sighed. She was clearly a VERY egocentric person.

“I’m actually not here for an autograph.” I said, she opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off. “I’m here to ask you where you where around/at the time of the murder.” Hana’s face clearly looked disappointed to not be able to sign her first autograph. I mean it’s no surprise. She’s classified as a “school” bully, who would be obsessed enough with her to track her down or who in school would be her friend? “Oh gawd you want to know something as drab as that? Ok, I guess I’ll tell you.” She said which filled me with relief. I was glad that she agreed to tell me. “I saw Ayano coming in to ask people to help her get her boxcutter unstuck from a box while she was wearing drama club gloves cause she was soooooo weak but eventually some loser who I don’t bother to remember the name of finally helped her. Then a couple minutes later she brought a lumpy bag of school clothes to Olivia because Olivia asked for some new clothes. That’s really all I have.” I sighed. Ayano had seem kind of suspicious before and was really our only suspect but I guess she was only bringing clothes to a friend and asked for help with a box cutter. “Alright thanks for your time. I’ll be leaving now.” Hana put some gum in her mouth and pulled up her phone. She blew a bubble and it made a loud pop. “Ok I guess whatever.”

I was so relieved to get the conversation with Hana over but at least I had gotten some information to add to my mental note in my head. But I was REALLY not looking forward to climbing up all the stairs to talk to Midori. I mean at least I knew where she was, but it was pretty easy to find everyone because they all stayed in one general area with their friends and groups and stuff. As I was climbing up all the steps my stomach growled. Wafts of food hit my nose which worsened my hunger. It was lunchtime for the students but not for me unfortunately. I wanted to ask all of the suspects first, so I persevered till I got to the roof. I climbed up the last set of stairs and pushed the door to the roof open. FWOOSH. The air up there barely smelled like food luckily, but I knew I would have to leave the roof at some point. As I was savouring the air I looked around for Midori.

After a couple minutes I found Midori gazing into the plaza from the roof. I made my footsteps loud so she could hear me walking towards her. Midori turned around once she heard my footsteps and smiled softly. “Hello I’m Midori.” She said “What do you need?” I gave a sigh of relief. Finally a nice person! “Hello I’m y/n and I’m here to ask you where you were around/at the time of the murder.” I responded. She frowned. “Sorry but I don’t have any information for you their. I was in the restroom playing games on my phones at that time. But um I guess I can tell you some gossip I heard to not make your trip up here worthless, but that’s all up to you if you want to hear it.” My heart dropped. She didn’t have anything? Were climbing up all these stairs useless? I wasn’t a giant fan of gossip but I was here anyway so why not? “Sure.” I said. Hoping that this piece of “gossip” was worth it. “Ok!” Midori said before transferring to her whisper voice. “Did you know Ayano Aishi has a crush on Taro Yamada?” I shook my head. “Well now you do!” Even though an average high schooler would get hooked or obsessed with gossip I was quite the opposite. I didn’t find gossip interesting and only listened to it when I had to like for work and stuff. But it was still nice to hear it right now so my trip didn’t feel so “worthless”.

“Alright well thanks for telling me that at least.” I said, not looking forward to going down the stairs again. “No problem! Sorry for not having any information again.” Midori said clearly, still feeling bad. “It’s ok!” I said. “Thanks for telling me a rumour to try to help make my trip not worthwhile. Sadly I do have to go now but I hope you have a great day!”

“No problem. I hope you have a good day too!” Midori replied. Then I turned to the exit to leave the roof and headed towards that direction. Click clack click clack.

As I left the roof and headed down the stairs I added the information Midori told me to my mental note. I had one more suspect to ask then I would hopefully be done with the case. Since Ayano didn’t really stay in one general area I decided to head to the nearby vending machine to get a mini lunch and then try to find Ayano afterwards. Or maybe during. Who knows, all I know was that I was hungry, but luckily I wouldn’t smell any food because the schools time frame for lunch time had ended. I walked to the nearest vending machine and pulled out my wallet. I started counting my money for the vending machine. 1$… 2$… 3$…. After counting my money for a bit I fed it into the drink and snack machine and pushed some buttons. Shwip! Click click. After I fed the machine my money I only had to wait a couple seconds until the two vending machines dropped my desired item. Bump bump bump THUMP! I picked up my two items and headed to the drama club, hoping to find Ayano their.

I peeked in through the drama club window to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything, then I slid the doors open and headed in. After I opened the doors I closed them and headed to the back of the clubroom. In the back of the clubroom the leader, Tsuruzo was cleaning the drama clubs props. “Hello Tsuruzo!” I said, trying not to alert him. “Since Ayanos in your club do you know where she is? I need to speak to her.” Tsuruzo turned his head to me as he continued to clean the props. “Ayano?” He said making sure that we were talking about the Ayano Aishi who joined his club and not another Ayano. He shook his head. “I dunno. She disbanded after she lost our gloves. Sorry that I can’t help.” “Oh it’s ok!” I said. “It’s not your fault that you don’t know where she is. Well, good luck cleaning your club props but I have to go now, bye!” He smiled and said “Thanks, you too.” Then I walked to the drama clubs doors grabbed them by their latches, stepped into the hallway, and closed the doors. It was now time to find Ayano Aishi.

I decided to find Taro because Ayano always seemed to be “coincidentally” around him. I walked to the double doors leading to the school plaza and pushed them open. Their I found Taro sitting on the edge of the fountain reading a book, a couple of other students, and Ayano who was sitting on the edge of a bench that was closest to Taro. Finally, I had found her. I walked up to her ready to ask her some questions. “Hello Ayano.” I said to grab Ayanos attention. “I’m here to ask you where you were around/at the time of the murder.” Ayano turned her head to me as I sat down next to her on the bench. “I was in school asking people to help me get my boxcutter out of my box.” She answered easily. “By the time the murder was over someone had just helped me get my boxcutter out of my box.” The story matched up to what everyone else had been saying but I still had more questions to ask her. “Ok then what was in that lumpy bag you brought to the incinerator?” I asked her. “I can’t bare seeing trash littered around.” Ayano responded. “So I try to pick up as much as I can to burn in the incinerator.” “You still came out with some trash though. Why?” I questioned her. “The incinerator was full so I had to distribute all of my trash into different trash cans around the school.” Ayano said. “I didn’t want to wait for the incinerator to burn up all the trash while the other trash was laying about waiting for the incinerator to be empty.” Well this was a problem. I thought asking Ayano would solve the case but everything she said made her sound innocent! “Well I should be going now but thanks for telling me where you were. Have a good day.” I said and got up from where I was sitting. “You too.” Ayano responded blandly.

As I added Ayanos information to my mental note in my head I closed the school plaza doors so I could hear myself think a bit better. I threw away my lunch and soda and sat down on a bench in a quiet area. I reviewed all my information in my head and then I knew.

I knew who committed the murder and how it was done.

In the car heading to the judge trial I felt anxious. What if I was wrong? What if I missed some information? I took a deep breath and reassured myself. It was not likely that I missed any information. I asked someone who might have seen something suspicious from the roof since it provides a wide view of the ground. I asked someone who might have seen something suspicious from walking around. I asked two people who might have seen something suspicious around the crime scene. And I asked someone who might have seen something suspicious from another floor. And if I got something wrong I could have more time to solve the case or to review the information in my head again. Plus this wasn’t my first trial so I was used to doing things like this. I did trials so much I could easily slap information, accusations, alibis, etc, together without even thinking about it. I hadn’t gotten a case wrong so far and I wasn’t going to start wrong now.

When we arrived at where the trial was going to be held the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Everyone was at the edge of their seats. Who was guilty? Who was innocent? The world wanted to know. And I was about to tell them.

As I sat down in my seat in the trial room and looked over at Hana, Midori, Gema Taku, Dairoku, Hokuto, and Tsuzuro. Hana looked like she couldn’t be less interested in this trial, Midori was sitting straight up with a smile on her face, Gema looked bored, and Dairoku and Hokuto looked like they would rather be somewhere else. As everyone else was getting seated they brought in the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, Olivia as the victim, and Ayano as the defendant.

As soon as Ayano was brought in the room the room arose with chatter. A teenager? As a murderer? I could barely believe it either but it was her. Definitely her.

As soon as the jury sat down he slammed his hammer down. BANG BANG. “Quiet!” The jury yelled which quieted everyone. “Court is now in session. Detective please present your evidence.” Everyone turned their gaze too me. “Thank you jury.” I said. “I am here to accuse Ayano Aishi of committing murder. If you could please direct your attention to the witnesses.” Everyone looked over at the witnesses who stared right back at them.

“Gema Taku can you verify the fact that Ayano Aishi signed up for the drama club and headed to the art room with her drama club gloves on?” I asked which directed everyone’s attention to Gema who stood up so people could know who he was. “Yes I can. She did it right outside the gaming club while I was inside.” He responded to my question. “Thank you Gema. You may now sit.” I said before he sat down. “Dairoku and Hokuto can you confirm you saw Ayano with a boxcutter in a box and a lumpy bag that was taken to the incinerator?” I asked Dairoku and Hokuto who stood and directed everyone's attention to them. “Yes we can. We saw her do this with our own eyes.” They said in unison as they responded to my question. “Thank you Dairoku and Hokuto. You may now sit.” I said which they listened too and sat (for once in a lifetime). “Hana can you confirm that Ayano was asking for help to get her boxcutter out and that she brought new clothes to Olivia?” I asked Hana who stood up while blowing gum and typing on her phone. “Yeah gurl I can confirm it especially for that weakling Ayano who brought her nerd clothes to share with nerd Olivia who picked them up because she was so poor she could only buy clothes some loser made-“ “That will be enough Hana.” I said interrupting her. “All I needed was for you to confirm the information. Please sit now.” Hana sat with an irritated face because I interrupted her. But I didn’t care. “Midori can you confirm that Ayano Aishi has a crush on Taro Yamada?” I asked her as she stood up. “Yup!” She said cheerfully. “Thank you Midori. You may now sit.” I said, then I turned to Tsuruzo ready to get the question part of the trial over with. “Tsuruzo can you confirm that Ayano lost the drama gloves and disbanded from the drama club after that? And that you put up posters after Ayano disbanded about the gloves?” Tsuruzo stood after I turned to face him. “Y-y-y yes I can.” Tsuruzo stuttered. “Ok thank you Tsuruzo. You may now sit now.” I said before he sat. Poor dude. I thought. He must have a bit of people anxiety.

All of a sudden people turned to me in the middle of my thoughts which caused me to quickly spit out my next words. “Olivia can you confirm that you were the person who helped Ayano get her boxcutter out?” I asked turning my head to Olivia who was standing in front of a pedestal with steel handcuffs on her wrists. “Yes. Ayano walked up to me to ask for help after she was denied a couple times and I pulled her boxcutter out.” I nodded. I knew it! I thought. This piece of evidence made me more sure I was right. “Thank you for telling me Olivia. I will now move on to the proof part of the trial.” I said as I pulled out my phone. “Everyone if you could direct your attention to the big tv above the judges head” I hooked my phone up to my tv and played the video of Ayano following Taro. As soon as I put my video on the tv I looked over to Ayano. Her expression broke a bit for a quick second but then she recollected herself. I couldn’t even imagine how Taro felt since this trial was being live-streamed on tv.

After the video was over I disconnected my phone from the tv behind the judge. “This is a video I caught of Ayano Aishi stalking Taro Yamada.” I said. “I did some digging around after I pieced together the case. And it turns out that some people everyday only see Ayano leave after Taro has and a few people have even seen her stalking him in and out of school boundaries!” Everyone gasped. A teenager stalking another teenager? They couldn’t believe it! “Olivia,” I said her name all of a sudden. “You have a crush on Taro Yamada, right?” Olivia started blushing with a face as red as a tomato. “U-u-um yes.” Olivia stuttered. “Yes y-y-y-yes I do.” I felt bad for putting Olivia on the spotlight about something embarrassing but I had to push forward. “Ayano is known as something called a yandere. Which means they’ll do anything for their loved ones.” I said ready to expose Ayano. “They will even murder others just so they can have their crush all to themselves. So since Olivia had a crush on Taro..” I thrust my arm forward pointing at Ayano.

“Ayano tried to frame Olivia!” I accused. Everyone gasped. Murder? Framing? Stalking? What normal teenager would ever do this?!?! “Here’s the rundown of what happened.” I said. “Ayano joined the drama club to have access to the gloves given to members. With this she could freely touch anything without getting her dna on it. She grabbed a box from the art room, stuck a boxcutter in it, and started asking people for help. But you see, Ayano knew to ask people who would deny her in front of Olivia so she would take pity on Ayano and help her. When Olivia took the boxcutter out she left her DNA on it any Ayano killed a fellow student. Ayano didn’t splatter any blood on the clothes but she did on her boxcutter blade. Her teachers had told me she has been using all of her class time to study the human body. She was studying that topic to lead up to this moment where she would frame Olivia. She then put the body in a garbage bag and carried it to the incinerator area. When she got to the incinerator area she closed the gates to the incinerator behind her and she began to undress the body. After she had undressed the corpse she tucked the school uniform into the garbage bag she used to hold the body and left. Later she brought the school uniform to Olivia who had asked for a new one. Ayano got Olivia to touch it tricking her that it was a “sample”. After Olivia put her DNA on the clothes Ayano brought it to the incinerator area and layed the clothes and the boxcutter around the incinerator while she disposed of the body and the gloves in the incinerator. After she did the crime she disbanded from the drama club because she had no need for it anymore. But since Ayano had burned the gloves in the incinerator the drama club put up posters. And after Ayano had done the crime she just went about her normal school day until the faculty saw the blood on the boxcutter and called the police.” I finished. I popped my water bottle out and took some big swigs of water after saying the long story of what happened.

Everyone’s faces were astonished and they started talking. They just couldn’t believe it. She was a teenager after all. I looked to Ayano as I was sipping from my water bottle. She opened her mouth to speak but as soon as she did the jury slammed his hammer down and she closed it before she could say anything. “Quiet!” He yelled while smacking his hammer. KTHUNK KTHUNK KTHUNK! Once everyone was quiet the judge spoke. “The defendant may speak now.” Ayano opened her mouth. “The only reason I was hiding behind nearby things while following Taro is because we were playing tag. Sure its normally a thing kids do but Taro and I like to do it every once and a while to alleviate stress since we did it as kids. And since Taro is really good at running away from taggers I tried sneaking up on him.” Even though it wasn’t a great defendant statement I could see it being good enough. I mean high school is well, high school. It can get stressful at times. “Also why would I give Olivia a ''sample”? I would have just given it to her right then and there. It's not like i'm running a fashion business or anything.” She did have a good point but she was the only one I had info on so I had to keep pushing forward. “If you were playing tag.” I started. “Then you should have tagged him at some point. Their is a lot of stuff around where you were “playing tag” with Taro so you could have easily gotten close enough to tag them. And you had to give Olivia a “sample” because if you gave her something else to touch to rub her finger prints on you couldn’t be 100% sure her finger prints would rub off on to the clothes.” After I had finished talking the judge made his decision. “Taking all of the facts into consideration it is clear beyond any shadow of a doubt…” The judge said drawing out his voice to make his answer more suspenseful. “That Ayano Aishi is guilty.” When Ayano was declared guilty I threw a tiny party in my head. I had continued my perfect judge trial streak with this trial. A couple of seconds later after Ayano was declared guilty two cops came in, took the handcuffs off of Olivia, and placed them on Ayano wrists then took her to their cop car outside. After Ayano left everyone left the trial room and the mood seemed to brighten up a little. I mean we had just gotten rid of a killer and made the world a little brighter so their should be some rejoicing right? That’s why I hosted a party at my house.

“Thank you so much!” Olivia said as she hugged me with a plastic cup of punch in her hand at the party. “If it wasn’t for you I would have been stuck in that prison cell foreverrrrr!” I laughed a tiny laugh. Olivia was able to make you laugh with her dramaticness unlike Hana. Who I invited sadly but fortunately I also invited Tsuzuro, Gema Taku, Midori, Hokuto, Dairoku, the rest of the delinquents, and a lot more people! They were here to celebrate the trial. And that detective y/n continued a streak of not getting another trial wrong. And I wasn’t going too start now.

Detective y/n out!

The final game [Part 4] 🌸

I just like posting all my stories :)

After being shoved in the police car the heartbroken screen appeared in front of her. She saw the reset week button and she decided, to try again. But when she pressed reset, everything was new except the demon behind the tree. No one remembered her at all. Of course the world was still identical to the original, but it felt a bit off.

She saw Osana talking to Sempai and Ayano wanted to get Osana away from sempai so bad. But, there were to many witnesses around. It turns out, that there were way to many witnesses around Osana that’s Ayano couldn’t do anything! As the days went by and the confession day finally arrived, Osana still was going to confess! She couldn’t lose her sempai to Osana! So she could only think of one way to eliminate her. Have the spider demon eliminate Osana.

When the spider demon successfully eliminated Osana, Ayanos was so relieved. And since all of the rivals never could be eliminated because of the witnesses Ayano had the spider demon help her. When Ayanos confession day came Ayano was overjoyed. SHE finally got to stand under the cherry blossom tree with sempai. SHE finally got to confess. And she wouldn’t let anybody. or. anything. ruin. it. Finally when the time came, Ayano left the note in her sempais locker and rushed to the cherry blossom tree.

When Ayanos sempai arrived Ayano came out from behind the cherry blossom tree and confessed her love. When Ayanos sempai said that he loved her too and embraced her in his warm, welcoming, arms Ayano was overwhelmed with happiness and love. She had finally got her happy ending.

The end

Forever lasting peace? [Part 3] 🌸

These stories are old, having been done in 2022.

Midori was walking through the halls of akademi when she heard something. So she stopped and peaked around the corner. Ayanos boyfriend was kissing Osana! Midori snapped a picture of them and then ran to Ayano.

She caught up to her as she was walking around and helping people one floor above osana and her boyfriend. She ran right up to Ayano and skidded to a stop. Panting, she held out her phone with the picture of Ayanos boyfriend cheating.

As soon as Ayano saw the picture her head started to creapily twitch. The school world turned black and white and the music playing in school got creepy. Ayano was really scary all of a sudden. And her footsteps from walking down the hallway seemed to sound like thunder.

After being intensely scared and worried Midori headed downstairs. As soon as she got at the bottom of the stairs she heard a weird noise. So she sneaked up to the corner close to the sound and couldn’t believe what she saw. Osana was bleeding in a corner, dead. And Ayano was stabbing her boyfriend over and over blood splattering everywhere.

Midori almost shrieked but she put her hand over her mouth. Then she quietly ran to the highest floor and called the police. Soon they arrived and arrested Ayano. As soon as Midori saw Ayano shoved in the police car her shoulders sagged in relief. But the relief wouldn’t last for long. She would be let out of jail in a couple of years.

And the school would not be the symbol of cherry blossoms anymore. It would be, the symbol of blood.

The end

Red waterfalls [part 2] 🌸

Love is as sweet as candy…

After almost reaching sempai Ayano was teleported to a black room. She had no idea where she was. But she was still covered in blood with a knife. All of a sudden a black spider like demon floated toward her. A hole opened in what looked like her face and she started speaking. "I know what you did." She relaxed her shoulders, fingering the outline of a knife in her pocket. "And?” “I want to work with you." “Why?” “Because you helped create me.”

Create a spider demon? What? When? Did a sin of hers make a demon or someth-. Wait-. Is this the demon Oka summoned? That was the only explanation.

“How?” “I will make eliminating rivals easier. You only have to say a few words and there out of your hair. And if you ever need me, I’ll be behind a tree around the entrance in your school.”

Ayano couldn’t believe her ears. But she barely had any time to process because she was teleported to another Akademi high. That everyone must have also been teleported to. But since no one freaked out when they saw her, they must have had their minds erased but that demon. She walked in and the school was identical as the one in the other world she was in.

And so was the students. She still felt the same about sempai, and he was still the same. And after confirming that everything was the same the rival elimination was, in fact, surprisingly easy. And she ended up actually getting her sempai! But she knew that sooner or later blood would have to be spilled and waterfalls would have to turn easy.

But right now this era has no murder. Let’s call it….. the era of peace.

The end

A twist of time [part 1] 🌸

Writing this cherry blossom set made me a Midori simp lol. : D

Midori had gotten out of bed, after struggling to fall asleep from the will to text yandere dev “exciting” emails. She felt the cold wood floor under her warm toes and groaned. Today was going to be a long day………..

……..Buttttt what would make her morning better is by sending yandere dev an email! She opened midori-mail and started typing her email. When she hit send, she figured out yandere dev blocked her! The shock paralyzed her. How could they block the best info source? And leave her in a murder game?

Wait what? She was in a murder game? She must have had weird thoughts after the shock had hit her, but, just to be sure, she got up and l went to her desk. She pressed the on button and the dark black screen, flickered to life. Her school page was of course the first thing she saw when she logged in. She had it covered in tabs of unfinished emails to send to yandere dev, but they were all deleted because yandere dev blocked her.

Since she needed a new tab open she moved her cursor to open a new tab. Except….. her mouse cursor wasn’t moving? She didn’t realize it until it took her an hour to try to open a tab. It didn’t make sense. She always could open tabs without looking. What was screwing her up now? She needed answers and the default screen for everyone’s school computer was NOT gonna help if she need to open a new tab. Wait, what? Everyone’s school computer default screen? What was she talking about?

Well default computer screen or not. She still had to go to school. So she pressed the off button and sent the bright, alive, screen into murky darkness. She then got her clothes ready. After she was done, she walked out of her house and off to school. When she arrived at the front entrance for school she blended in with the other students. FINALLY she thought. Hopefully when she went inside to change her shoes she wasn’t going to do the stand and spin in place glitch. It was tiring. Midori was very confused from her thought. The what in what glitch? If it was a glitch why hadn’t she seen it and already reported it to yandere dev? Before she had any more insane thoughts she needed to get to searching her name in the tech lab at school.

When free time came, to her it was tech lab time. Which is exactly where she headed. When she got there the same thing with her computer happened in tech lab. She tried EVERYTHING she could to fix it. Emails, emails, and more emails. But nothing worked. So she decided to go to Oka the occult club leader. Then she would summon a demon who would fix the computers. But when she arrived she found out fixing computers with a demon, was going to be harder than she thought.

Apparently there was no demon to fix computers (which Midori thought was dumb) so they had to make one and summon it. But summoning a made demon was hard. Apparently they had to get strands of hair and fabric from things they wanted the demon to wear? And that if they were to successfully summon the demon, they would have to do something in return. Like give up someone the summoner loves.

Midori, who didn’t understand any of this because she only knew school stuff and how to work a computer, heard bla bla bla fix a computer. So she agreed to helped. All of a sudden they could hear click-clack-click-clack. Oka and Midori looked at the occult door and Ayano walked in. Midoris heart stopped and her blood ran ice cold. She didn’t know why, she just know that it did.

Somehow yandere chan knew what they were talking about and offered to help get hair dna and clothes. So after yandere chan accepted Okas task, she was officially helping. Wait, yandere Chan? Task? What task? Who’s yandere chan? Does she have a reason why Midori had ice cold blood and a heart that stopped beating? Midori had to many insane thoughts to wait for Ayano to be done, so she sat down at a nearby table and did ALL of her homework. After she got done with her biggest, boringst stack of homework Ayano was back. Ayano came back so soon Midori didn’t even have a chance to question why yandere dev gave so much homework.

After Ayano gave Oka the items she left, which was perfect because it was time to summon demons. Oka asked Midori to close all occult room club doors and to step outside. Apparently summoning demons can get very…… scary for green haired girls. So, Midori did exactly as said. Fiddling with her phone in her hands because she was bored. After a while Oka brought Midori back and handed her a weird item. Oka explained that the demon was unique because if the summoner did what the demon asked her to do someone would get an award? She didn’t pay attention because she was so excited to make a computer work. She didn’t even remember what Oka told her that the demon asked Oka to do.

So after giving Oka a goodbye Midori walked to the tech lab with pep in her step. As soon as she installed the weird thing into the computer she was able to move her cursor freely she opened a tab and googled herself. She found herself under a game title called “Yandere simulator” so, she googled yandere simulator. And what she found shocked her to core. She found EVERYTHING out about yandere simulator. The elimination methods, the rivals, the club benefits, and everything!

She then turned around in the chair, ready to go tell everyone about what she had just found when she….. knew it was the end….. There was Ayano, with the soulless eyes and she also was holding a knife above Midoris head. Before Midori could say anything she felt the knife. Cutting through her skull, and ending her life. But…. this couldn’t be the end could it? She had put so much work in only to fail…. She had to warn her classmates. And with that will of Midoris she now could freely float around the halls and do everything a normal human would. ……….. As a ghost……… She watched everyone die in that day but Ayanos sempai. Who she was approaching with a knife.

That’s when Midori remembered the demon had asked Oka to kill everyone! But when the summoner dies the request from the demon is already counted fulfilled. All of a sudden a little screen popped up in front of Ayanos sempai that said “Restart” Yes or no? Of course in all desperation Ayanos sempai chose yes. Which brought everyone back to life, but erased their memories including Midoris.

Everyone was now entering the classroom normally and that’s when they noticed something on their desks. A flower. Not just any flower, but the type of flower teachers put on students desks when they die. Or at least they thought it was the teachers. But they hadn’t died. So who placed the flower on everyone’s desk and why? Who knows if they will ever find out….

The end

(The strange thing Midori put in her computer was a USB)

Demon slayer story :)))

“Mayaaaaaaa.” You hear faintly while your tucked away deeply, into a soft sleep state. “Mayaaaaaa.” The voice gradually gets louder, but still unidentifiable by who might be saying it. As your starting to wake up slowly from the beckoning tug of the voice, a light blue light which you know was filtered in from your windows, is visible in your closed eyelids. “Mayaaaaaa!” The voice calls loudly all of a sudden, breaking from its slow increase in volume. Your eyelids flutter open and shut as your trying to wake up while being blasted by sunlight from the curtains you left open. You sit up in your bed rubbing your eyelids as you can feel them connect with your eye sockets and your bangs tickle the outside of them. As your waking up though, your homey bed breaks from where you were sitting, the wooden bed frame shattering, where you once sat. You fall to the hard wooden floor fast and even though your not that high up from the ground you land hard, and fall backwards, knocking all the air out of you.

“Mayaaaa! You have to head to school now!” Your mom yells up the stairs, knowing your awake since she heard you graceful awaking. You wheeze trying to cough out a response, but your too out of breath and in pain to choke out a response. You take a second to catch your breath and for the pain to stop, then you leave your now broken bed to get ready for school. Your bare feet, pounding on the wood floor. First you head to your closet, while small it’s in a corner of your room and hasn’t been touched by your older sister, Paige, luckily. It’s not like the clothes would fit her anyway, you think as you toss your long soft fluffy blonde locks behind you while putting on your school uniform. Your uniform consists of a comfy and roomy dark blue top, a medium length soft white skirt with dark blue checkered lines, snug white knee socks, and smooth black clogs. As your yawning and slowly putting your school uniform on, still recovering from this morning, your cat, Squeaker gently pushes the door open. Her black and white fur shines in the light from your open window as she bobbles her way toward you, her tale straight up. Your cat Squeaker who is a chubby black and white cat, rubs against your skirt, pressing the soft cotton fabric inwards as she purrs while her back is now against your leg. You smile after you finish putting the rest of your school uniform on and inhale some slightly stuffy air through your nose, before exhaling it through your nostrils like your taking a deep breath. You put your hand on Squeakers smooth, soft, and silky fur, running you hand down her back as she continues to vibrate with purrs all the same. You always had some special connection with animals, big and small, hairy or scaly. They always loved you a lot, even if they hadn’t met you. And you always loved them too. Or tried too-. As your lost in your thoughts your mom yells up the stairs again, her voice echoing through the small corridor that was your narrow hallway but transformed into a speaker for your moms voice, making you regret not responding after you got the air warmed by the sunlight, in your lungs. “MAYAAAAA BE GRATEFUL THAT WE HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO GET YOU ENROLLED IN SCHOOL NOW GET YOUR BUTT UP AND GET READY. AT THIS POINT YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL, DONT MAKE ME MAKE YOUR SISTER COME IN THERE!” You fall backwards on the hard covered with splinters wood floor on your butt from the force of your moms voice, echoing down the corridor.

“IM COMING DOWN STAIRS NOW MOM!” You yell at the top of your lungs, spreading your fingers on the wood floor, wincing from a sudden sharp pain you feel. Squeaker darts under what remains of your bed frame as you slowly draw yourself up from the floor. You leave your room, and head down the hallway, the railing of the stair case lining a small part of the hallway. You try to rush your way down the stairs of your stair case, trying not to trip on any of the steps, since you guys were poor, there was only so much money you could put in the stairs. As your descending down the stairs you glance at your sisters room door through the bars of the stair case railing. Closed. Hm, she’s probably still asleep in her warm bed, you think to yourself as you walk down the remaining creaky steps of your stair case. Since your family wasn’t… well let’s say, that well off financially they could only afford to send one of you guys to school, and they chose you, since you were the youngest, and sadly always will be. But too you anyone who looked down on you for being young could go jump in a lake for all you care, you think too yourself, letting out an angry sigh as you try to be as graceful as you can while fumbling down the rest of your stairs.

“Thereeee you are.” Your mom says, extending her there into a sigh that falls down in volume. “We only had one egg, so I made you some warm sunny side up eggs for breakfast.” She finishes while flipping her hot black copper pan as an egg with a circular bright yellow yolk and it’s egg white under it in a paint splatter shape does a flip in the air. Noticing the continuation of a twinge of pain, you look down at your hand and notice some medium faint traces of slightly dried red lines on your hand. You bring it up by your nose to sniff it, as it gives off a copper smell, and you inhale some dust. You have smelled this smell a million times before. The smell of blood. You rotate your hand till you can’t see the back of your hand and your palm faces you. You trace all the blood stains on your hand back to one certain area on your finger near the top. You noticed a shred of broken wood from your bed frame is logged deep within your skin, the bottom covered with dry crusted blood. You wince a bit and slowly shuffle your feet over to the drawer you keep your medical stuff in, your long blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight flying around you. Your hand that isn’t injured brushes against the wooden drawer, warmed by the sunlight, smooth, and made out of dark oak. While you still have your injured hand in the same spot, your other hand proceeds to open the square drawer with tan wood lining the inside with various medical supplies in all shapes and sizes over it. While your eyes scan the various bottles of medicine, bandaids, and antibacterials, your eyes latch on too your injuries enemy. Tweezers. You grab them by the handle, feeling their cold grip in your hand as you bring it up to your hand. You bring it up and pinch them slightly around the wood, wincing a bit as you wiggle it loose, pieces of dried blood falling from the wound. Finally you pull it out, throwing the wood piece away into the trash can the cold hard metal grey lid falling shut with a shoosh! as you lazily toss the old tweezers back in the medical drawer, shutting it.

You had been so zoned in on removing the deeply wedged broken rough splinter that you didn’t realize your mom had already put the egg she made for you on a shiny smooth white dish and put grey as shiny silverware by it. “Come on, eat it before your brain gets colder than it first. Are you trying to visually eat it?” Your mom interjects, obviously tired with how long your taking to go to school. “Sit down and eat, your gonna be late.” Tired of your moms nagging you lazily moving your feet across your smooth wood kitchen floor, be vigilant since you just took care of a splinter issue. When you get to your chair you sit down, and like normal you grab the silverware in your right hand, avoiding the area of your injury. You quickly gobble down the egg as the yolk splits open and oozes down your throat and the dry egg white follows shortly after, making you want a drink to quench your thirst. Sadly, you don’t have time for that as you quickly get up, scooting the chair back and toss the silverware and plate in the sink as fast but delicate as you can. “Thanks for the breakfast Ma!” You say as you bend over, grab your school clogs, and work on rapidly pulling them up your foot. “Your welcome! Just don’t be late!” Your mom replies, knowing your going to take your sweet time as soon as you get out the door. You stop one of your feet on the ground, finally get your shoe adjusted. “I won’t!” You yell to your mom, pushing yourself out the door and into the bright sunlight of a beautiful clear sky day.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you do what you usually do, despite your promise. Hey, you never said when you would do it am I right? But as you are leaving the house and walking on foot, you realize you are still thirsty from the egg you had this morning. But up a bit further on the pavement you spot something grey, round, and shiny, as the sun glints off its flat surface. Could it be? It’s a quarter! You bend down picking it up as quickly as you can off the hot pavement, trying not to burn yourself. You drop the warm quarter into a palm of your hand and clench your hand into a fist, knowing that there’s a vending machine, just up ahead. You know these city streets well, for you have lazy walked them many times, much to your mothers anger.

As you get closer to the dark green vending machine, you see a radio on a table behind it with chairs propped up on either side, likely a dining seat area for a restaurant. It looked to be turned on, and you could hear various static noises as you were approaching. At least I’ll be updated on what’s happening before I go to school, you think to yourself, right in front of the vending machine. You push the coin in through the narrow black plastic slot, hearing it fall to the ground with a clink, clunk! You get up from your bent down position and move your eyes along the rows of drinks, scanning them for the right one to quench your thirst. As your eyes are scanning, sunlight glints off probably the fanciest soda there. It’s bright yellow, with different colored gems wrapped in a ring around the top and bottom. You look wince your eyes, looking into the glare, closer noticing the drink is called smite, the title outlined in purple. Though it has no title anywhere that says of what the flavors were in this concocted drink, the outside looked certainly intriguing, so you push the smooth hard button that corresponds to the number for the drink in the aisle, while the machine in the refrigerated inside proceeds to reach forward and push it down into the hard dark murky depths of the vending machine box, so you could get your drink. As it’s pushing your drink, confirming your order, the narrow green screen shows eight bright green words. Ordering Smite (Lime, lemon, and orange juice edition). Orange juice, ey? Well hopefully it will taste like some fruit punch soda, you think to yourself, hoping it doesn’t taste as awful or even the worse as your concept of the rather weird concoction in your head.

TUNK TUNK! The soda makes as graceful as a landing as you did this morning, but this time heading in a different area, into the box at the bottom of the hard walled vending machine. A delicate smile crosses your face as you bend down adding mediocre force as you push you hand through the black flap at the bottom. Finally, something to quench your thirst, you think to yourself as your hand finally grasps the cold, circular beverage. You then stand up in the hot sunlight, as the sleek turquoise radio continues playing the annoying sound of static like it has been this whole time. As the hot sun keeps beating down on you, you start enviously eyeing the roof above the radio, pouring down a rectangular shape of shade on the area the radio is bequeathed to. I mean, mom would rather have me not be a red hot sunburnt tomato then go to school, right? You think to yourself, already planning a various stashes of excuses for your mom and your teacher. As soon as you are under the cool shade from the roof, and on the cold smooth pavement an instant relief washes over you, as your overheated body loses thermal temperature, slowly but surely, cooling you off. The only things occupying the same shade space as you were the radio on the table and two chairs. Well, the only “entertaining” things. You take a seat in the firm but beautiful chair, leaning over to mess with the little metal stick on the top, pointing it every which way hoping you could get at least a bit of signal.

After a while you give up, crossing your arms and laying the right side of your head on your right arm. You watch the road for a while with no passing on it, as a breeze sways the trees and you can hear a far off metal wind chime in the distance. You sigh, knowing that as much as you want to stay here, another tardy is something your mother really doesn’t want to hear at the long boring teachers conference. So you get up with your cold can of Smite, and begun walking out of the stage onto the road as your eye lids feel heavy. Drooping down on your glistening eyes every once and a while. As you get to the edge of the comfy little plaza you just left the radio finally starts making noise. And what it says makes you freeze in place, dropping your can of Smite. Krrrk Melliya, Sarah, Izzy, Natalie, and KRRRRKKK have gone missing. If you have info please share it with CKCKCC at ZZZZZZZZ. The radio spits out, before going back to its all to familiar episode of radio static.

To be continued…

The Bright Orange Sun 🍊

A short Osana getting rejected by Taro story :/

“Did you oversleep again!? UGH! You ALWAYS keep me waiting!”

“D-don't get the wrong idea!”

“Geez stop pushing yourself. You're going to get yourself hurt one day you idiot.”

“I don't even NEED a Senpai!”

“Ugh! You can be such a pain!”

Those lines make me wonder if Osana does, truly, like me.

On Monday Osana was arguing about my waking habits then shoving a disgusting bento in my face.

On Tuesday I gave Osana my book which when she returned it to me it was soaked.

On Wednesday she showed me a picture of a girls panties when she said she would find me a better, more soothing, spot then the plaza.

On Thursday Osana promised me we would go to the movies, but she didn’t show. Later I found out that she had fallen asleep and missed the movie.

And on Friday Osana made a playlist of what she calls J-pop and J-rock. But it ended up being an audio clip of her insulting me.

And that’s why I rejected her when she confessed to me underneath the

cherry blossom tree on Friday.