Hair Pin [Sunny x Basil | Basil x Sunny | Bunny | Sunflower] OMORI Oneshots

Hair Pin

[Art by Magikal on Discord, you can copy/paste their YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkBBSQK7sK6P0tM18r1I81w/about]

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I should have just stayed at home.

The ringing in my ears wouldn't subside. My hands' shakiness wouldn't stop. Worst of all, Basil, the friend who was having me over to his house, wouldn't let me go.

He didn't want to cry, I think. He kept hiding his face in my shirt. I guess that was a good thing. I have no idea what I looked like right now. Did I look annoyed? Angry? Was I crying too? Liquid kept running down my face, falling onto Basil's hair. It must be tears. One drop fell onto his hairpin.

I remember that, when we were all still friends, we tried making flower crowns. The petals were soft between my fingers and they kept shedding every time I tried to braid the stems together.

Looking at Basil kept me trying to make a good flower crown. It went with him perfectly. It was like he was born to wear that flower crown. I kept trying to make one, thinking that maybe he'd wear mine instead of Mari's. When I saw Hero's progress, it made me more confident. I was even better than him at this, though I'm not sure it counted towards much.

A squeal. "Oh my gosh, that looks so good on you!" Aubrey said. "You should totally wear one all the time!"

"Uh, I'm not sure..." he said quietly. "Maybe one flower would be okay."

The scene fell apart all around me. Everything had changed since then. No longer did we have picnics in the summer sunlight, and no longer were we as close as we had been. Not even the flower was in his hair anymore, since it had been replaced by a flower hair clip. It was only a ghost of what had been before.

"Please don't leave me again..." his formerly-soft voice was raspy. I don't think he had spoken to anyone in a while. I hadn't, anyway. I wonder what my voice would have sounded like if I had spoken then, but what would I have said in this situation? What words could I have possibly strung together to de-escalate this? I couldn't even lift up my arm to wipe my tears off his hair clip.

In response to my silence, Basil looked up. A sense of relief seemed to wash over his gaze. "You're sad too, aren't you...?" I tried to step away, but he was still hugging me. Desperation tinted his eyes. "Please stay here... I'm so sorry... Please don't be mad at me..."

I'm not mad at you. Why would I be? I'm just... scared. Why do I feel like I need to run? Just let me run away...

"..."

I can't run away from this.

"...I-"

I need to confront whatever this is... What even are you?

"I just..."

Why are you tormenting Basil?

"I'm... I'm sorry, Basil."

"...You are?" I couldn't even begin to figure out what emotions were displayed in his expression. "Why...?"

I didn't want to speak anymore. But I had started, and I needed to continue. "I've left you alone." My voice broke at the end. It was my fault, wasn't it?

Instead of Basil hugging me, I was hugging him, whispering a thousand apologies. I was definitely crying. Why did I hide away for all these years? What was I afraid of?

Why do I feel like I still need to run?