2- A Game

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Note: you refer to everyone by their last names except lemon

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Along with your still eyes pointed to her own, your gaze wouldn't stray away from her in contrast to Yashiro's frequent averting eyes. It was only several seconds before you blinked, but it felt like it took forever to her.

Yashiro gulped, a nervous sweat running down her forehead. As an attempt to soothe your- or maybe her- worries, her lips had formed into a small smile, a strand of hair twirling around her fingers out of habit.

Silence ensued in the air, and Yashiro wonders if you had left- but one sight of your shoes denies that theory.

That's when your feet start to move, and Yashiro's heartbeat quickened at the realization you were walking towards her. She didn't know what to do, so her body betrays her as it froze and she closes her eyes- until you walked past her.

Confusion arisis, her heart stops creating the beating rhythm for a second. "Let's have this somewhere more private, yes?" she heard you spoke behind her.

Yashiro blinks, turning around in a whip, her hair flowing gracefully before it falls right back onto her shoulders.

Are you... inviting her to talk?!!

The young lady couldn't resist not to question, "To where...?"

"Just the stairs near the music room." Yashiro perks up at your pick as you add, "It's always desserted there."

The pick near the Misaki Stairs made her worry for your safety, but instantly let out a relieved sigh when she remembered she had already changed the rumour into a more friendly version of it. Before she ends up losing you, she hastily starts to speed up.

You took a couple of steps first before stopping and turning back to her, though you still weren't fully facing her and instead. If she didn't know better, you looked like one of those stuck-up CEOs expecting their assistants to catch up to them.

"Walk by me." Yashiro felt like she'd somehow make you more impatient if she kept you waiting, so she forced her legs to move and she follows.

"Who's that ghost boy in class?" You spoke up but tried to keep your voice low, clearly adamant on not wanting anyone to catch wind of your conversation with her.

"E-eh?" Yashiro snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing your voice. She clears her throat, wanting to seem casual. She answers vaguely, "He's... he's a friend of mine!"

Yashiro was about to sweat buckets at this rate. Your silence and stare down was making her anxious, and a little scared. For all she knows, you may be a very reserved person, but you were always polite and nice! She didn't care about your emotionless face and how you kinda come across as socially inept- but she thinks the worst thing you had done was when she recalls seeing you leave a conversation while the other person was talking.

But she also couldn't help but wonder how you were able to see Hanako- most of the time, she recalls you ignoring and maybe even plain unaware of the bathroom ghost's existence. Even when you were her seatmate, the times of Hanako annoying her and distracting her with his loud voice and actions- you never once turned your head.

A part of Yashiro was relieved that she wasn't alone on it. She wanted to ask, wanted to know everything about how you could see all of a sudden.

"You call him 'Hanako-kun', right?" Her head was in scrambles while you continued speaking, "He has the same name as 'Hanako-san' of the old girls' bathroom."

Yashiro nervously laughs, "Ahaha... I know, right? Such a coincidence-"

"That's him, isn't it?"

Yashiro jumps in amaze and surprise at how quick you connected the dots. "Uhm..." she doesn't know if she should deny it once again or let you know the truth.

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