Koremitsu frowned, curled his lips downwards, and showed a troubled look.
It was a certain afternoon in June, the intense sun brought the torrid air of summer. The Classics teacher was at the podium, carrying out the lesson.
Mixed amongst these sounds was a sweet-filled voice descending upon him.
"The blossoms of an Acacia tree resemble an angel's raiment. The long reddish stamens sway at the tips of the twigs, letting out a dreamy aroma. One will definitely feel entranced in Shangri-La upon sleeping within those soft flowers."
The youth with the wonderful angelic voice did not have a raiment, but he still gently floated above Koremitsu.
His slender limbs, his dazzling blond hair and his effeminate beautiful face revealed an unrealistic beauty and clearness. Despite being in a half-sleeved shirt and pants, the standard uniform attire, his beautiful face was beyond that of the other students.
In fact, Hikaru was an irregular existence, what they called a ghost, and nobody, other than Koremitsu, could see how he looked, or hear his voice. Because of this, he continued to ramble on alone,
"And speaking of Acacia, there is a Kino Iratsume, famous as a singer of love songs, who once sang this line – 'Bloom in the day, sleep at night longing for love... the silk flowers. Won't you come and enjoy them with me?'—Acacia flowers bloom in the day, and fall asleep unwillingly in the night. Is it really alright for only someone like me to marvel at this? I really want to marvel at this with you—well, that should be how it goes. If that intellectual big sister hears this gentle line, I probably will be told 'the Acacia tree you talk about doesn't exist at all', just as what happened to Ōtomo no Yakamochi."
Hikaru spoke in a forlorn tone.
For him, a harem prince who could accept a girl's confession wholeheartedly, it would certainly be difficult for him to accept that someone would refuse a woman's request, even if it was a love affair rumor from a thousand years ago.
(But no matter how you're confessed to, there are times when you can't accept their feelings, right?)
Koremitsu listened to Hikaru's innocent words as he pouted harder, intensifying his frown.
He was not frowning because of the ghost floating in front of him, for he was used to hearing Hikaru chatter beside him, drifting around. At first, he really had difficulty accepting, but after more than a month, he was more or less used to it.
Rather than that—
With abated breath, Koremitsu glanced slightly to the left—
"!"
The girl seated beside him was as frozen as he was, looking over at him with a tense look.
(Woah!)
Once their eyes met, Koremitsu' head sizzled, and he hurriedly looked away.
Speaking of which, her face was flushed red just a while back, and she was so tense the textbook fell from her hands. She hurriedly tried to pick it up, only to knock into the chair and tumble over. It was really dangerous.
"Miss Shikibu, watch out!"
Hikaru's voice came from above.
Shikibu could not hear Hikaru, but as all the stares in the classroom were gathered on her '...sorry', she whimpered and returned to her seat again. She then buried her head behind the textbook, preventing Koremitsu from seeing her face.
"..."
But Koremitsu could see her reddened nape through the white half-sleeved shirt, and his heart raced as if he was the one who tripped over. At that moment, he also recalled what happened before, and felt butterflies in his stomach.
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"Waka Murasaki" - Hikaru ga Chikyuu ni Itakoro......(Volume 3)
Romance> The story starts with the death of Hikaru Mikado. That guy was a natural charmer, a "harem king", but had no real male friends. After he died, he became a ghost, a soul, but Koremitsu Akagi can see him. Koremitsu though, isn't really like Hikaru...
