Megumi stood crying in front of her self-proclaimed sister, who would be the first to leave Hyogo Prefecture. Everyone in her year had passed their final exams, and Chika had achieved the highest marks of all. Her heart ached as the tears came out from under her glasses, which managed to hide some of them. Standing at a slight angle next to her was Chika, who had gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh...Megumi..." Kaede spoke softly, taking a step towards the black-haired girl and wrapping her arms around her head. The slightly smaller graduate automatically put her arms around the back of the brown-haired girl, who gently stroked her head.
Kaede wanted to give Megumi the gesture she had always received from her grandmother and her mother when she had cried. It was hard for Kaede herself to leave her friends, who would only leave her home later.
"I'm not from this world. You can call me any time." Kaede spoke softly, which made Megumi cry even more.
"Who...who will help me...if...I get...beaten up...again?" asked Megumi, who was afraid that it would be just like in high school. "That won't happen, Megumi." Kaede promised. "Because everyone in your studies is aiming for a similar goal. They're more mature and smarter than your last classmates."
"But..." Megumi continued to cry and sniffled once, which was actually embarrassing. Detaching herself from her a little, Kaede put her hands on her cheeks and brushed away the tears she could see with her thumbs.
"Nothing, though. If you don't feel good and comfortable, call Chika, me or the jerk." Kaede smiled. "Who are you calling a jerk?!" scolded the person addressed, who didn't want to get involved. It was sweet of him to accompany Megumi today and show her how important she was to him.
"You... you pompous backpack thrower!" Atsumu scolded and wanted to insult Kaede somehow for the last time, but he didn't really succeed. However, it made Megumi laugh a little, which helped her to calm down.
Kaede, who had kissed Megumi's forehead like a small child and then walked towards Atsumu, smiled softly. He narrowed his eyes automatically, prepared to be beaten up by her as usual. However, he suddenly found himself in her arms, something he would never have expected here.
"Please take good care of Megumi." Kaede asked the blonde-haired man, who snorted softly. "What if I don't? Will you throw something at me from Tokyo?" he asked provocatively. "I could try. Or I could ask Osamu to do it."
"I'd love to." the man addressed immediately added. "That's not faiiiiir!" Atsumu moaned, which is why Kaede broke away from him again. "To be honest, I'm going to miss our conversations." Kaede admitted, which made Atsumu lower his head and smile a little.
"Kaede, your train." Chika intervened, as the train arrived a little earlier than expected. Trains were really very punctual in Japan, which Kaede didn't really like right now. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to say goodbye to everyone.
"Hurry up!" shouted Chika, who had grabbed Kaede by the hand and pulled her towards the track. The green-brown eyes turned to Osamu, who had managed a weak smile and raised his hand.
"Sometimes you're really lost, Kaede!" breathed Chika, who had pressed the button on the train door. "But that's exactly why I love you."
"Chika I..." "I already know. Kazumi will always be your number one. And yet I want to read your book first when it's finished." smiled the gray-haired girl who had closed her eyes.
"I'll take care of myself and keep getting better so you don't have to worry. I'll see you in the semester break at the latest, I promise." Chika grinned, which almost made Kaede cry. "Okay..." nodded the brown-haired girl, who actually wanted to apologize for her behavior.
"And say hi to Kenma for me." Kaede grinned slightly as the door slowly closed and all that was left of Chika was a red face before the train had left.
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The Writer Osamu FF
FanfictionEveryone has a hobby in their life that they would like to pursue. This was also true for Kaede Tokoyami, who had always enjoyed writing. It didn't matter to her what it was exactly. Poems, presentations that she had to give afterwards, final papers...