The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 03~♫

 The next hours turned into hell. The cold and hateful stares from her classmates didn't bother her. However, those three who tried to gain her attention irritated her to no end. And the groups of schoolgirls crowding the halls like hungry tourists pushed her around.

When they had to move to a special classroom, the boys slipped away from the girls, coming near the roof entrance where they stood, pondering.

"Why is she so aggressive?" Aiyoku asked, his gaze moving to the door above the last stairs. "We didn't hurt her, did we?"

"One would think she has tons of wishes with her face and stuff." Kagetsu slid down, sitting cross-legged. The blond triplet gave him a questioning stare, so he continued, "I mean, girls like to look pretty, so wouldn't she want to be a blondie? You always had the biggest group around you, right?"

"That's true." His older sibling scratched on his cheek, getting shivers from the waves of schoolgirls that flocked to him, resembling hungry bees.

"She is strange, indeed." Rigaku took out from his breast pocket a small notebook, writing a few notes. "She doesn't talk much..."

"I didn't hear her mutter a word!" The delinquent sibling interrupted his flow of thoughts. "Not even senseis asked her questions!" He exhaled. "I wish they ignored me like her."

Aiyoku giggled at his brother, who fought with numbers and science since they started elementary school. "I don't think she struggles to understand what we are speaking about," he added as his two siblings were pondering. "Could she be mute? Maybe she only hates talking."

Rigaku nodded, adjusting his glasses before he noted it down. "It's quite possible. Perhaps she only has selective mutism."

"Select mule... What?" Their youngest brother asked.

"That means a person can't speak freely. It's often triggered by a specific situation, place, or with certain people. They usually remain silent, even if they are pushed to give a response or there is a punishment awaiting them. It's generally connected with a social anxiety disorder."

"That sounds... complicated." Kagetsu wasn't sure if he got all of it.

"Imagine it like an invisible hand covering your mouth."

The black-haired boy shivered, showing he did, and how it affected him. The image terrified him, but that was how close to the truth it was.

"Can't we speed this up?" He rubbed his arms, generating heat. "I thought this would take just a few minutes. It didn't seem to be a troublesome task."

"First, we require to change our approach to impress her," Rigaku said, taking down additional notes. "Let's try to find out more about her. So far we have only her name and looks."

"I agree." The blond brother nodded.

"Given it didn't work before, do I still need to flex my muscles in front of her?" The youngest one stretched. "It's dumb."