Sixteen students wake up and find themselves in an abandoned mansion on a deserted island. They were supposed to be attending their first year at Soaring Heights High School. But a mechanical cat is telling them otherwise.
Jiro Kinoshita is one of t...
A/N: trigger warning; mentions of sexual assault and child trafficking
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The next couple days were entirely uneventful and full of worry and sadness.
Some were still uneasy from the recent events. Others were wondering if Jiro was alright.
But one student in particular was busy running back and forth, gathering supplies for his tribute to his fallen classmates.
9:30 am
Itsuki made sure to read every book he could find on the Language of Flowers so that he could pick the best flowers accordingly. He carried one of the books with him as he wandered around the garden outside.
'Okay. So I must look for flowers that would suite Sai, and Benjiro's personalities! I shall try my best!'
With a huff of determination, he set off. When he was in a serious mood, he tended to voice his thoughts aloud. So he did.
Good luck by the way.
"Esta flor es rosada y roja. ¡Que guay! ¡Se parecen a los de mi palacio!Bueno, si no me equivoco, esto debe ser ... ¡este!" Itsuki smiled as he found the flower that matched the picture in the book.
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He carefully plucked a few. Glancing back at the book, he read the meaning once more.
"Ah, how poetic. Dalilah's are meant to symbolize elegance. A perfect match for a polite girl such as Sai." He said, admiring the flowers.
Wait, no time to be distracted! He still had others to find. Itsuki began to skim through the book until he found his next target.
"Lisianthus? That is quite an amusing name! Lisianthus. Lisianthus! Haha! Extraordinary!" Itsuki exclaimed.
Sometimes he couldn't help his own childish antics. After a bit of searching around, the tailor found what he was looking for.
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"So these are lisianthus?" He plucked a few. "Hm. These symbolize an everlasting bond? Truly beautiful." He said.
The tailor had a habit of talking to himself. But you couldn't really blame him. He lived his whole life without other siblings to talk to and his adopted parents were always busy. Besides, he had to train and study for when he became...
