Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun Oneshots

Bonded (Aftermath of Chap. 86)

A/N HI YES I MADE ANOTHER ONESHOT BOOK LOL THIS TIME TBHK DRABBLES BC HANANENE HAS ME IN AN IRON GRIP

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Sobbing. Bawling. Sniveling. Wailing. Crying her eyes out.

That's what Yashiro Nene was doing at the moment. But it wasn't pure sadness, she was also letting out her relief and joy.

Why?

It all had to do with the boy she was embracing at the moment, soaking his torn uniform with her tears.

Less than just a minute ago, he had shared with her something she had been dreaming of since she was a child.

Her very first kiss.

Sure, this was definitely not the circumstance she imagined. When Nene had thought of this important moment, she had pictured something like an innocent date, and a tender hug, with a romantic sunset in the background...and definitely not with her school wonder boss. But...she wasn't disappointed, because she realized that now, she wouldn't have had it with anyone else.

The girl squeezed her palms tighter, wanting nothing more than to stay like this till she was okay once more. Nene felt him wrap his arms around her waist tighter, and a sob escaped her mouth. She sniffed, rubbing her nose free of the fluid running from it. To her dismay, however, she felt the ghost boy pull away from her, and she instinctively grabbed his shoulders, keeping his cool body close to herself. She directed her gaze downward, unable to look him in the eye with the state her face was in, even though it didn't bother him.

Hanako, as gentle as he could muster, slipped his left hand underneath her right, lifting it up and stroking the joints of her fingers with his thumb. Her soft, long, beautifully shaped fingers were one thing about this girl that he had come to cherish. Slowly, he lifted their intertwined hands and brushed her lower lip with his thumb, and used his free hand to tilt her chin up toward him. Even her tear soaked face and vulnerable mahogany eyes were precious to him, but she wouldn't let him see it. She kept trying to force her face down and away from him. Hanako's mind jolted as he realized she could possibly be mad at him for stealing something he knew was significant to her.

"Y-Yashi-"

"Just tell me," her barely audible, hoarse voice mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Please..."

"Say wh-"

"Tell me that wasn't a charm..."

"O-Oh, Yashiro I swe-"

"Hanako-kun, just say that you love me!!" the teen burst out, a new wave of wails shuddering through her. "I-I can't...keep...feeling so lost..." she let a sob slip. "Just say you love me...please Hanako-kun..."

Hanako shut his eyes and breathed deeply. Releasing her fragile hand, he put one hand on her shivering shoulder, and with his other he kindly (in a way reserved only for her) brushed each tear caught in her long eyelashes. The more tears came, the more he wiped each one away.

"I do, Yashiro."

Her head jerked up at that response, wide-open eyes glistening. He chuckled softly at her bouncing hair and childlike shock.

"I...really do," Hanako assured her. It felt strange to him, since he had rarely ever meant it. Softening his eyes, he added, "More than I ever should have."

Nene felt her face crumple at the sincerity of his words, nothing but honesty reminiscent in those honey-gold eyes she had finally been able to see after so long.