"I went to look for your phone." Hannes fell on the chair beside her as she read a book while trying to have some quiet meal. Esma raised her sigh and put the book aside that precise instant. "Say thanks to Kermit. He made me do it." The boy sighed and got the girl a bit confused as he wasn't handing anything to her. That's when a buff boy also jumped on the chair beside her, with his usual cheerful expression and a bit of disturbance in those sincere bright brown eyes.
"But it wasn't there, Esma." He finished Hannes' statement and took a curious glance at the girl, expecting her to explain it to both of them.
"Your room was a complete mess. The wardrobe turned over, and the phone wasn't there either." The tattoed boy spoke up again and took a curious look at the girl, expecting her answer as well.
"Wardrobe? Maybe the furniture company finally came to fix it." Esma knew, her room was always a mess so didn't pay much attention to that part. The wardrobe, however, caught her interest as her grandma mentioned the company before. She hated the fact that it was leaned onto a big old book and could kill a person if being turned over through the uncareful move. "It's okay... Maybe my Gramms has it hidden somewhere then."
"Sorry, we couldn't get you it." Kermit was satisfied with her explanation but then rubbed his head a bit uncomfortably.
"Thank you for that additional move. Means a lot to me..." Esma smiled sincerely to both of them and then referred directly to the tall boy with short black hair. "How was your tattoo session?"
"Take a look yourself," Hannes smirked and rolled the sleeve of his uniform up, showing her a painting and an ink sack that he had to cover with a bandage. His skin was bright red there but it was a normal procedure after getting a tattoo.
"It's beautiful..." The girl leaned closer to have a better look but then noticed how Heth passed them with a big curiosity in his eyes. "...just like the painting." She then leaned back and smiled again.
"It sure is..." Hannes was accompanying the younger boy with his sight and then rolled the sleeve down. Esma noticed that Heth smiled at him a bit but then fastened up his moves and sat near Sora and Anna again. Just like that first time in the canteen.
"Kermit!" The doors of the canteen opened loudly and the tallest of all, the boy with black hair and bands showed up in the hall. He was smiling excitingly and heading directly to the buff boy, who was clearly very surprised by that entrance.
"Kotaro!" Kermit stood up and immediately prepared himself for whatever was going to happen.
"I challenge you to race me in the garden!" The boy came closer and pointed proudly at his chest with his thumb.
"You don't challenge him for anything, young man." Before Kermit could answer a teacher appeared beside them like a furious beast and caught the tall by the ear, pulling him down and making him bend.
"Ouch-" Kotaro frowned unable to fight her and tried to escape but she had a really strong attack. It worked every time and so the boy eventually gave up.
"How many times did I mention practice? Hmm?" Miss Relish was really angry and then also gave an irritated glance to Kermit who was already hiding behind Ramona as she entered the canteen to enjoy her lunch.
"I did practice, Miss Relish," Kotaro answered her but she didn't let him go, only pulled the boy with even bigger strength than before.
"Oh yeah? What is your total count of agreements?" The always kind and nice teacher was really pissed off, so the boy's ear turned red and she looked like she was about to rip off from his head completely.
"About 10... Auwa!" Ha answered and caught her hand into his, trying to escape but she wasn't ready to let him go so easily.
"Yuuwa just got over 20." The woman spoke seriously and started pulling the boy to the doors.

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The white butterfly tango
FantasiA regular girl finds out about a secret power hidden inside her body. The memories are not what they seem and there is a mystery to be unfolded right in front of the reader's eyes. White butterflies are considered to be the souls of those who alrea...