Toko Fukawa x Komaru Naegi- All the colours you've never seen

🗒White🗒

«Komaru Naegi»

It takes a while to convince everyone.
First, I have to tell Toko about my plan.
"Pleaseeee! Please please pleaseeee!" I beg.
Toko's eyes flutter, emotions flickering past. They remind me of butterfly wings: always fluttering, always flicking, flying through emotions too fast for me to find. She's an enigma.
"Well, ok then... I trust you Komaru."
She trusts me?!
"Yay!"

Next is Makoto.
"Komaru, are you  sure your... ready? I mean, it's only been a day-"
"I'm ready! The kids trust me! Toko trusts me!"
I yip.
A heavy sigh blows through the phone. My big brother Makoto, only a year older than me, has changed. While I've been locked up in my room, he's shot off into adulthood.
"You're a kid yourself, Komaru. Are you sure?"
"It'll be so cool! I have so many-"
My words are cut off by a scuffle on the other end of the phone.
"Makoto, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm talking to Komaru-"
"Get back here!"
"Sorry, Byakuya wants me!"
Our conversation ends with a click.
"Ok kids, start packing! We're going on holiday!"

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«Toko Fukawa»

"Love is useless!" The heroine yells into the wind's jaws. "Love is
I flick my pen up and down, a sigh making my hair flutter. I know a million different words for 'bad'- but how could I describe love as a bad thing?
"Toko! What are you writing?!" A bruised hand snatches my notepad.
"Hey! It's private!"
Masaru starts reading it in a stupid voice, prancing around the carriage.
"OoOh! LoVe is dEaD! I'lL neVeR LoVe AnyOnE! ThE sKY wAS dARK! Yeah, obviously!" He snorts.
"Masaru! Give it back to Toko!" Komaru orders. I look at her again. Her face is twisted... hurt.
Masaru hands it back reluctantly.
"Sorry Toko. I like your story though!" Masaru beams.
"O-oh. Thanks."
He bumbles over to sit down again on the plush grey seats. The future foundation logo is plastered over the seats, even printed on the blacked-out windows. Words are carved into the glass.

K.K + S.M
:)
Makoto was here!
Aoi ;)
Bruh B)

I pick up my pen and add to the collection of cracks on the glass.

"Oh Jataro, that's amazing!"
I look over at Komaru again. A spill of colouring pens are splattered on the table, around 6 sheets of paper. Big black outlines of fruit and baby animals and cakes spread out on the paper, coloured to varying degrees of success.
Jataro proudly holds up a picture of a strawberry, coloured with the most delicate strokes I've ever seen.
"Thanks!" He blushes scarlet under the bandages.
I look at Komaru. She's colouring a wedding scene- but she's coloured over the lines, over the man and woman stiffly standing on the altar.
She's given the bride long purple hair. She's given the groom a green bob.
I turn back to stare at the window, blushing. I trace my message with a fingertip.

K.N + T.F