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"Ah! It'll be okay! I swear!" Chapter 3

𝕀f he was asked to write something for them, they'd notice the penmanship was identical to the letters, the ruse would be up.
It wasn't like he couldn just immediately create a new writing style so fast! And even if he did he knew he would slip up at somepoint and revert to normal and that would be suspicious.

Maybe Hanako was over-thinking this, they definately wouldn't think to ask him. Besides, that would be awkward to do anyway. This train of thought continued for a long while, gradually getting more frantic and exaggerated as he went.

"-nako, Hanako." "ACK" the dead boy yelped as Yashiro looked at him, very close to his own might he add. He was likely a blushing mess at the moment.

"What do you think Hanako? Wait! I know, maybe you saw them put it in my locker? I know how you creep around school when I'm busy." She said, face now farther away since he'd been brought back to reality.

"Haah!? What do you mean 'creep'? I'm not some pervert. I have class!" He retorted in an annoyed tone. He prefers being refered to as a creep in the ghostly monster sort of way thank you very much. His assistant chuckled a little.

The conversation had switched to a different topic by now. "Tiara lost the Mokke we took in a while ago, so that's why brother wanted me home. We found it, but she's still upset that it might be hurt or something so we have to give it some sort of mini-checkup. Anyway, brother'll need me today too because of that, sorry!" Kou explained as he ate the small remainders of his lunch.

"Aah! Kou! Your sister's name is just so cute! She sounds like a miniature princess!" the chubby- legged girl said, fawning over the boy's little sister while he showed photos of her and the little mokke spirit together.

"I'll tell you who'll never be a princess!" Hanako said as he snaked his arms around Yashiro's neck, embracing her in a chilly hug.

"Oh? Who might that be? Choose your words carefully Hanako." she told him threateningly.

"Haha! Oh poor Yashiro it's you of course
And don't you do realize you can't hurt a dead man?" he snickered into her ear.

The ghost immediately after yelped in pain. Being bonded and all, ment she could touch him, meaning technically, she could in fact hurt him. He had only remembered this when she pulled away from him, twisted bqckwards, then hit him hard on the head.

"ACK! Sorry! Sorry! I meant you were a queeeen!" he frantically apologized wanting to not be hit again.

Before the gray-beige haired girl could utter a word of annoyance, or pleasure, lunch ended.

Hanako was half-glad and half-sad at their departure. The last thing he heard was a "you deserved it!" from the kid as he left. Scoffing and then chuckling to himself, the ghost went to play cards with the Mokke.

He ended up winning 3 times and losing 4 times. They were surprisingly formidable opponents. He eventually switched to doodling on the walls with washable markers he stole from the art room a long while ago.

There were dinosaurs, robots, various other things. Even a princess in a tower, he wasn't the best artist but he had fun!

Eventually, the school bell rung, signifying the day had in fact ended.

The bathroom doors creaked open slowly, revealing, Yashiro, which surprised Hanako as she had come somewhat earlier than usual.

He was left even more dumbfounded when he heard the noises she made, odd sniffles and whatnot. She was crying. Looking closer he could see the drops of tears rolling down her soft but now redish face.

Instead of floating as he usually did, this time the boy used his feet, making quiet thuds with each step.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he questioned softly while looking at the sniffling girl, whiping a tear from her face. She couldn't really get a word out because of all the crying.