Blue Spring Tragedy | Kou Mabuchi x Reader

05: Fault

"Really?" Futaba's eyes sparkled, a wide grin forming on her lips. "You've finally emailed her?"

"Yeah!" Makita Yuri smiled. "Now we just have to wait for her reply. What do you think she'll say?"

"She might give you advice. She's called Ms. Matchmaker for a reason, Yuri."

"I know that, Shuu-chan!" Yuri pouted.

"Ahh, Yuri, you're too cute for this world!" Futaba hugged the short girl.

"Eh? But you're the one who's cuter!"

"No, no I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm—" Murao Shuuko blurred the noise out with her earphones and began reading The Black Goat's Egg.

Kominato stared at the serene girl in awe, blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What'd you think they're talking about?" A boy asked.

"Apparently there's someone called Ms. Matchmaker going around, helping people with their love lives," another explained. "You just email her and she gives you advice on your love life. It's weird."

"Hey Aya, you should probably email her about your problems with Murao. Maybe then you'll have a chance!" Another boy snickered.

"Wah—hey!" They all laughed as Kominato blushed with embarrassment. Kou snorted. "That's—that's not fair! I don't have any love life problems..." They burst into whoops, laughing until they cried.

(F/n) watched all of this from the corner of the classroom.

For some reason, (f/n) was always placed in the corner of classes. Maybe it was because she didn't have much of a presence or because she was so quiet that people rarely noticed her absence.

Whatever the reason was, she enjoyed being alone. No drama, no trouble. No fake friends that lie to you and stab you in the back... It was almost like heaven for her.

Almost.

It had been a few weeks ever since Futaba had realised that Kou was in the same school as her, and she had been sending repetitive emails to Ms. Matchmaker every night. (F/n) thought that Futaba had given up on him after Kou moved away in middle school, thinking that he'd never return.

Turns out, she'd been wrong.

After the flood of messages the night before, (f/n) made sure to put up a sign pleading her followers to send a maximum of three emails a night. She hoped that this would help decrease the amount of emails she had to answer.

But when Futaba found out about the new sign, she laughed about it to her friends, repeatedly claiming that it wasn't her own fault, even though they knew for sure that it was.

"It—it's not my fault, I swear! Yuri must've sent too many emails to her!"

"No, I haven't. And guess what?"

"What?"

"I have proof." Yuri showed the amount of emails she had sent. It was only two.

Yuri grinned, victorious. Shuuko turned to Futaba. "How many did you send, Futaba?"

"Um..." she trailed off. Her friends began to glare at her. "...Maybe eight or nine."

"WHAT!" Both of the girls gaped in shock. "Futaba, it was your fault!"

"No, no it wasn't!"

"Yes, it was!"

"No, it wasn't!"

"Yes, it was!"

"NO, IT—"

"YES IT WAS!"

(F/n) smiled. 

No matter what the girls said, Futaba was right. It was never Futaba's fault.

She picked up her bag and headed out of the classroom the second the lunch bell rang.

It was always hers.