4: My Apologies

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Just as she thought she was about to be kissed by Hanako, he placed a finger on her lips, his smirk returning to his face.

He whispered, "Just kidding~"

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"W-what

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"W-what..?"

Yashiro's eyes widened as she looked at the now chuckling Hanako. His chuckling turned into straight up laughter, laughing at her face.

"Heheh! Oh my god, I can't believe you fell for that!" He snickered. He held himself and pointed at the girl.

Yashiro looked at Hanako with serious eyes, "What do you mean?? I don't understand..." I hope it isn't true...

The boy pulled away and she sat up with confusion in her big magenta eyes. He soon explained, "Crazy Cupid's arrows don't work on us supernaturals. Only on humans. So that kid was the only one that experienced the effects." he smiled. "I just decided to have a little fun and prank you!"

"So.. it all was fake...?" She asked softly, wishing it wasn't. Yashiro could feel her eyes watering and her ears heating up.

"Yeah, pretty much. Did you actually believe it was real?"

Her eyes darted down, then quickly back up and nervously giggling. "Oh of course I didn't! I obviously knew you were faking! I knew it the whole time! Hehe!"

Hanako grinned. "Hmm... But it sure did seem like you thought it was real. Especially when you told me that you like me—"

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His eyes widened when he saw globs of tears escaping Nene's eyes, sobs leaving her body

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His eyes widened when he saw globs of tears escaping Nene's eyes, sobs leaving her body. Every time she wiped her eyes more tears formed and drenched her face.

"Y-Yashiro?"

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More tears and sobs.

"What's wrong? Are you upset because it was fake?"

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Slap!!

"I hate you, Hanako-Kun!! I hate you so much!" She sobbed, her hand striking his cheek in anger and sadness. How could he have played with me like this?

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