𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

Mitsuba Sousuke | 𝕭𝖗𝖔, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖑

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞: Kijo-san_thePOTATO

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"Hey [name], I'll be waiting for nii-chan today. You can go on without me."

"Sure dude, tell Minamoto-senpai I said hi."

Both of them have arrived at their destination, the middle school's locker. It was already getting late and most of the students went home.

"Oi, and don't go picking fights again!"

The student merely grinned and held her hand in a fistbump. "Can't promise."

She was always picking a fight with random students, a bit edgy but everyone seems to love her, even girls of her age.

"Stupid locker, why won't you budge," after getting the metal door to pry open.

She did a little celebratory dance. Before her hand could reach her things inside the safe haven, something grabbed her wrist.

Have you forgotten about me...?

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She glared at the trembling boy in front of her. If looks could kill, he would've been dead by now.

He had a pink hair and soft facial expression, somehow his visage felt familiar. He began to spout incoherent nonsense like;

"Shut up you girly tomboy."

"You pervert!"

"Molester! "

"Lesbian lover!"

He kept on uttering on how she was gonna do him like what they do on porn. An irk mark began to form, she restrained herself from murdering the pink-haired boy on the spot- hopefully, he'd stop.

At some point he calmed down, reddish hue flourished from his cheeks.

"It's fine, I feel like I've seen you somewhere." She pondered for while, failing to notice the disappoiment looming on his visage.

"You don't know me -nobody does." His eyes were downcast, she wasn't exception. After all, it was only wishful thinking but he hoped deep inside, that she would remember him.

"Are you some kind of spirit or something..?"

"I'm dead, if you can't tell."

"Okay, so that explains the transparent thingy going on."

"You're not scared..?"

"No, why would I be?"

It was just like how he remembered her. But he didn't quite anticipate that they will meet like this again, well him-being a ghost, haunting the school lockers.

Of course, she doesn't remember him. Only him, who remembers.

How could he ever forget the person who saved him from the bullies.

She observed his features for a while, taking notes of his mannerism before a sudden memory began to resurface.

The person whom he admired, even in afterlife.