𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀. 𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔

𝟭𝟯 : 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘

SOFT TEARS FELL DOWN ON A YOUNG [FIRST NAME]'S FACE.  Your hands were buried in your tear-filled face. Your legs dangling from the grass to the waters of the clear lake in front of you. The tears continuously pouring. Not even stopping after hearing footsteps from another child.

" Daijobu desu ka ?" A relatively high-pitched voice of an innocent boy had asked.

You flinched. Not really expecting the sophisticated child to actually tend to a crying girl. You harshly tried to wipe the tears on your stained cheeks. Only resulting in more tears threatening to fall down. You placed your arms back to your side and looked down. Embarrassed that a somehow high-class boy would see a noble like you in such distress.

You heard the redhead child beside you sigh. Which only made your gaze lower and your pout more visible. A plain handkerchief then appeared from your low point of view. Your head suddenly jerked up to meet the unknown boy's purple captivating eyes. Both your heads too close for comfort but didn't seem to mind either way.

The boy impatiently wiped your tears for you. His movement was hasty but still heeding as if he were taking care of a lost puppy. Which, at this point, is kinda true.

"That  injection  wound on your arm must hurt, huh?" The boy, whose name still unknown to you, commented while tending to your indeed scraped arm. He wrapped the cloth around your elbow and tied it tightly.

"Thank you, um?"

"Asano. My name is Asano Gakushuu."

"Ah, Thank you, Asano," you softly smiled.

He placed his hand on his chin and asked: "If you don't mind me asking. What are you doing at a place like this?  Alone , Might I add?"

"You're here too, aren't you, Asano?"

"That is because my curiosity got the best of me. I heard sobbing, and a music box playing and decided to follow it," Gakushuu explained with his head turned against you.

"Music box?" you queried. Not recalling a music box playing nearby. You then placed a finger near your ear, trying to defy the sudden ringing through your ear. Why is it that you were greatly cursed at times where you needed luck the most?

You huffed out a small chuckle before collapsing to the ground. You took another glance at your already wrapped wound, a little peck of blood staining its white cloth. You flicked your head to the side and quickly removed it, examining the injury further.

"What are you doing?" A bewildered Gakushuu shouted from afar.

He was quick to drop the music box and rushed to your fallen figure. His fingers grazed on the bare skin of your wound before hissing. Despite not feeling the pain of the small yet excruciating injury, his pout was still evident.