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‖𝟎𝟏𝟎‖ 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

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As usual, the sun would rise. That's something for certain. The very same way, that beautiful ball of heat would be seen setting from the horizon—finally revealing the mystic moon previously hidden by the bright light one can't directly look at without going blind. The moon shall wait once again. Waiting, and waiting, until the earth finishes its rotation. Waiting until the sun rises to over shine it once more.

Seven such processes later, Yashiro is be seen busy in the third-floor girl's bathroom of the old building. It's been a full week since she barely escaped from being forced to serve under a weird mermaid—all because she swallowed a mermaid scale despite Hanako's warnings. She was surely facing the consequences right now, in the form of cleaning the bathroom that is.

"Hanako-san, Hanako-san, please let me go home for today!" Yashiro practically begged, clasping her gloved hands in front of her. A bucked with a cloth dangling from a side was hanging from her elbow, and her head had a cloth tied around it to keep her hair from falling to her face. To top it all off, an apron was tied around her waist, above her uniform—giving her a maid sort of look much to Hanako's amusement.

All in all, you can say she is in full gear to clean the toilet, and you can clearly tell she wasn't liking the job forced into her for disobedience.

Hanako on the other hand, was enjoying himself. Hence, he instantly popped out from the third stall with a bright close eyed smile. "Nope!" The apparition answered enthusiastically, his hands making an X in front of his chest.

"Please! Just for today!" Yashiro continued to beg with pressed palms—eyes tightly shut as if her whole life depended on Hanako's decision to let her off for the day.

"Nope. I've got an important job for you once you're done." Hanako casually announced, now with his back to her, facing the other individual in the bathroom. "I need you to hurry up and finish cleaning."

Yashiro opened her eyes, magenta hues shining as if to say she didn't give up yet. "Can't Yutsuki-san do the job? She's supposed to be your partner." She pointed out, almost complaining.

The boy apparition only hummed, thoughtfully observing the silent human within his boundary—casually sitting atop the window ledge, lost in a book that had a blank black cover. At the mention of her name, she looked up, tilting her head to silently ask whether he needed her for something—and her face continued to remain as monotone as ever.

"Nope!" Hanako answered, turning to Yashiro. "Himana isn't suited for the job." He reasoned out calmly with a smile making said whitehead return back to her book—concluding that she wasn't needed at the moment.

"No way." Yashiro mumbled, dejected lines appearing on her head for a second. The next thing they knew though, she was shaking Hanako back and forth by his shoulders. "This is the prime of my life! Youth is short! And I finally got my big chance!" The poor girl shouted, with crocodile tears.