Emi Honda is Tohru Honda's younger sister by two years. Following her sister wherever she went after their mother's death, she gets sucked into the world of the Sohma family. While living with the Sohmas, she starts discovering new feelings and unra...
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Some time has passed since summer break. School was back in session. The leaves were already beginning to change color. Ever since that day on vacation, Emi swore to never forget this grateful feeling. The feeling of needing to protect those who are dear to her.
An audience clapping snapped Emi out of her daze. She was sitting on a folded chair, watching her sister's class perform a play called Sort of Cinderella. It was a rather... Interesting performance since they kept getting out of character.
Momiji was video recording the whole thing. "I can't wait to watch this later! It looks like it's almost time for our class to perform."
"Don't you remember, Momiji?" Hatsuharu asked. "We didn't have to participate in it as long as we helped with decorating."
"Right. You and I helped out with that. Which means..." Momiji turned towards Emi who looked like she wished she helped out with the decorating instead.
Emi let out a sigh. "Sumire pushed me to perform in the talent show. I really didn't want to, but... She insisted."
Hiro, who was there along with Kisa, smirked. "What are you going to do? Draw everyone to sleep?"
"No! It has nothing to do with drawing this time!"
"That's the first. You always have that sketchbook with you wherever you go. I just assumed you were going to flip page by page on stage."
"I'm not doing anything like that! I'm, well... You'll just have to see for yourselves."
"Whatever you end up doing, I'll get it on video!" Momiji said.
"Please don't."
"You should get going." Hatsuharu spoke up. "It looks like they're finishing up clearing the stage."
"Right." Emi swallowed, feeling her heart pounding. "I need to change into more... Professional attire."
"Good luck, Emi." Kisa spoke up.
Kisa's adorable smile made Emi's nervousness ease. "Thank you."
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Backstage, Sumire was putting the finishing touches on Emi's makeup. Taking off the brush from her face, she held out a hand mirror towards Emi. "Ta-da! What do you think?"
Emi didn't even recognize her own reflection. "I look like a girl!"
Sumire giggled. "You need to look your best when you perform! You look so pretty that even Momiji can't resist you!"
Emi felt the heat rush up to her cheeks. "D-Don't say things like that!"
"You know, Emi... You need to confess to him sooner than later. You need to tell him it was you who wrote that letter. You shouldn't leave the poor guy hanging."
