The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 12~♫

 In the morning, Freya found the wrapped pear in her locker. She didn't pay any attention. The supernatural fruit following her became a routine.

As she sorted her books, she checked one book with a sticking-out paper. A slight smile danced across her face.

'I wonder if he would like this... small gift.'

Sato-san sent her a message. They let Star's body be cremated and would later spread her ashes on the hill where she died. They invited Freya and A-kun too.

Nothing in the world would make her miss this event. Not even the annoying Ueno. With a clearer mind, she headed to her class. If she paid any attention to others, she might have recognized a strange aura around some girls.

During her lessons, she noted Aiyoku's unusual behavior. Normally, he was dazzling with smiles, but today he seemed depressed. He still smiled and greeted all the fans he had, but as if he were living in a dream.

She didn't allow it to bother her, but her mind returned to it once in a while. Especially when sensei's monotonous tone turned her concentration sluggish.

Her green eyes squinted, focusing on the scribbling on the whiteboard. If she ever battled with anything, it was history. All the dates and events with the same sounding names of samurais and lords made her dizzy.

As her head dropped, she glimpsed Rigaku taking notes. His face, with a small frown, never seemed to stop calculating. Almost as if his brain never slept. Or it had an infinite amount of coffee.

Neither was it inflatable. However, no matter the subject, he always had the answer, or he could talk about the topic in enough detail. Her head turned toward the sensei, realizing he had written about four more columns.

'Dang it!' Panic flooded her body, and she hurriedly wrote into her notebook. Later, she would need to rewrite it, or she wouldn't be able to read it.

After a couple of lessons, lunchtime came. A gong rang from her stomach, but the sandwich could hardly fill her. She sighed. Cutting on her meals wasn't wise. 'I really should find a balance between eating and saving money.' It could bite her later, but now she didn't have a choice.

She got up, her classroom empty since everybody left following The Greek Gods. Her gaze fell on her table. As of late, there were no scribbles on it. Nobody wished her death. Nobody called her the B-word or told her to F-off.

When did it happen? Her eyes trailed to the three places around her. Undoubtedly, it was thanks to the brothers. The others didn't dare to bully her in front of them. Well, perhaps their presence had a certain perk to it.

She swung with her school bag, noticing it turned heavier. As she opened it, the pear peaked at her.

'What?' Goosebumps covered her back. 'Why didn't it stay in the locker like before?' She shook her head, heading outside. 'I guess I could ask them why that pear is coming back to me. They were holding it after all.'