Hananene week 2023! July 1st-8th

Forbidden Love

Hanako floated lazily in the teacher's lounge, glancing at Tsuchigomori on occasion. "Say, how's your assistant doing, Honorable Number Seven?" "Fine, why?" Hanako hissed, annoyed for some reason. "Well, when I asked her about how she's doing around you, she told me you sexually harassed her." "Not that bad." Hanako pouted. Tsuchigomori rolled his eyes, "A crime is a crime." Hanako scoffed and layed on a couch dramatically.

"But, Honorable Number Seven, that is a bit odd and unlike you. Do you have a thing for your assistant or something? Filthy." "Fuck offffff." Hanako threatened halfheartedly, and lifted his knife to where Tsuchigomori could see it. Yako woke up from her nap, lifting her head off the stack of books on the teacher's desk. "Dirty Honorable Number Seven." "Fox udon! Tasty~!" Yako quickly shut her mouth and went back to sleep.

Tsuchigomori sighed and his tone changed to that of seriousness. "Jokes aside, you know that's forbidden, and wrong, don't you, Honorable Number Seven? You're an apparition, and she's a Kannagi. It's not smart to form attachments to Kannagi, nor is it allowed. Plus, there's the fact where you're entirely different species in a way." "I know. I can't help that I care for her and stuff." Hanako admitted, his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. Yako rolled her eyes while she pretended to sleep, and Tsuchigomori was quite visibly annoyed, but continued to push Hanako further with questions.

"And what are you going to do about it?" "I'll sever everything. And make it so that she's no longer the Kannagi." "You're going to get rid of every supernatural?! Are you insane?!" "Enjoy yourself until Obon, would you?" "You-! It may be the right thing, but what after that? Huh?! You're crazy!!" "Maybe so, but it'll work and you know it! We just gotta sever everything on Obon." Hanako explained, sitting up and furrowing his eyebrows. Tsuchigomori slammed his desk, and shouted, "And what after?!" "I'll figure that out later!! What matters is severing the near and far shore, so that supernaturals will never appear again!"

Yako sighed, rolling off the desk. "How did a conversation about forbidden romance turn into this? Misaki was so much better than those two." She hissed under her breath and walked to the art room stairs.

Hanako stomped out of the room, following Yako's example. Tsuchigomori lay his head on the desk and groaned, "He's a kid. He's too young to be making those decisions. And severing our worlds on Obon? So much of us have things we love here, and things we need here, like Number Three and myself. He's being so damn selfish. And just what is he thinking, loving his assistant? Idiot. She's the Kannagi this century, nobody should love her because of that. He's only hurting himself." He began to grumble and rant to himself.

Hanako returned to find Nene cleaning the bathroom stalls, humming a popular song he'd heard students talk about recently. He smiled fondly at her, and called out, "Yashiroooo!" She jumped in shock a little, and whipped her head around to look at Hanako. He secretly admired the way her cream colored hair followed her so softly when she moved around.

"Oh! Hanako-kun? I thought you said you'd be a while." "It was a while." "Really? I lost track of time hehe.." Nene trailed off, embarrassed. Hanako wrapped his arms around her neck and crossed his legs over her waist, making Nene carry him around. She sighed, exasperated. "For the bazillionth time, Hanako-kun, I can't clean toilets like you want me to when you're climbing all over me like that. Cat." "I'm not a cat, you're a cat." "I'm a fish." She deadpanned, glaring at Hanako internally.

Hanako laughed and hugged the taller girl tighter. She took off her rubber gloves and set down the cleaning spray, then she touched Hanako's hand gently. "Caught you!" She said in a sing-song voice. Hanako looked at his hand and blushed slightly, looking at the ground. "Yeah.."

It was like he said earlier, even if he was forbidden from loving a Kannagi, he just couldn't help himself.