𝙼𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (Hanako x Yashiro)

One.

Hanako POV

"Yashiro?" I called.

I couldn't at all see her anywhere. I floated around the city, in the rain. It was gloomy as if the weather was grieving for her disappearance. Even the city rats were chattering sadly and hiding under the dumpsters. The umbrellas covering the citizens also suggested otherwise.

"Yashiro?" I called again.

There was still no sign of her. I didn't know what to do anymore. She never said anything about disappearing without my consent. Did I do something wrong?

I went to Yashiro's house, seeing no sign of the daikon legs. Instead, I found a paper and a voice box laying on her bed. Her scent seemed very faint, like she was still there and present. But she wasn't. In fact, I hadn't seen her since all day. My heart ached. The moon was hiding behind the thick clouds of rain. The weather itself like I said seemed to understand.

I looked around, seeing no one near. Feeling numb to the skin, I picked up the paper. I breathed heavily and started reading it.

Dear Hanako,

I know that when you're reading this, I'm not here anymore. It's not because I hate you. The thing is, I wanted to do something for you. Something that I think would make you feel less lonely. I promise I'll be back soon. You know, you were the light that comforted me in my hardest times. You were enjoyable. I enjoyed spending time with you, and I'm sorry if you feel hurt by my disappearance. But again, I'll come back soon. Aoi already knows I assume, so don't worry about her for now. And it's not like you could tell her anyway, since she can't see you. Take care of yourself please. Oh, and I have a voice box for you if you ever want to listen to my voice whenever you miss me. If you do even, I'm not sure. I promise that when I come back, we can spend all day together, just like the old days. You'll wait for me, won't you?

Take care of yourself once again, you donut addict.

Love,

Yashiro

P.S: Stop calling me daikon legs or die.

"I will listen to your voice. I really miss you," I whispered to myself.

My eyes started watering hard, soaking up the thin material. I had never told her how I felt. I was just scared of some basic emotion. But it seemed she loved me? And I did too. A lingering last thought still stayed though.

But you promised you'll be back for me. I just have to wait, right?

Just wait and it'll be all right soon.