And she's been freed of the image of her fuming mother and displeased father. No longer did she have to worry about her grades or tone, she didn't have to see the disappointed looks they'd glance down at her with.
She won't have to listen to all their surreal expectations of things she'd never be able to do.
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"You really shouldn't be reading that," the surrounding silence vanished as a masculine voice called the ghost out.
With a soft sigh, she forced a teasing grin onto her face and clasped the book closed all while looking up to meet the male's eye. "Ah, are you worried?" Her simple inquiry earned an eye roll as the book was stolen from her grasp, shortly replaced by two others.
"Of course not," he sneered, glaring down at her while doing so. "Just looking after my students. Don't get the wrong idea, your nothing special."
"Mhm! Love you too, Otou-san!"
"Whatever... anything else?"
"Nope, that should be all. Thanks again, you are the best y'know?" the sad ghost cheerfully hopped from atop the table plucking the small Mokke from her shoulder onto the small pile bundled in her arms.
"Of course, it's the least I could do for the honorable no. 7." He sighed assisting the girl as she stumbled over her own feet nearly face planting the floor. "I can't help but wonder why you need these, though."
"Just curious, it's not every day two random kids just show up and can summon me." She shrugged with a yawn. As much as she looked up to the adult before her, she couldn't help but feel that spilling her concerns about the two were right, not at the moment at least.
Before she'd put anything into motion she'd like to at least be sure her hunch was correct. It wasn't natural for them to see her and the pit in her stomach reminds her of that every time they interact...
"Well, I should head off now, and don't forget the meeting next week!" She hollered to the bespectacled male before taking off towards her toilets for a proper place to read. The library was great, don't get her wrong, but the warmth and comfort provided from her bathroom were much more suitable.
Especially if she were to be right, something she dreaded but also needed to know.
The halls were an empty barren, silence bounced off the walls echoing back at her emphasizing the lack of students who are currently filling the classrooms slaving overwork.
A genuine smile graced her lips for the first time that day, her thoughts drifting to the three idiots that occupied most of her hours.
Much to her delight, Nene had finally integrated into their filling the role (albeit clumsily) as the motherly figure, something both hilarious considering she is...well...Nene, but enduring as she willingly put herself out there for her friends.
•|• Lesson Four •|•
Start from the beginning
