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It had been a few days since Yashiro's death and Hanako didn't seem well mentally- not that he ever was, but it worsened. His jokes stopped and he started isolating himself a lot, spending most of his time at the rooftop.

His friends were constantly worried about him and Kou, the only difference is that Kou would actually open up about his feelings instead of walking away.

"Hanako, if you ever want to talk about what's bothering you- we are here. Please always remember that." They repeated over and over again, for Hanako it didn't mean anything else than just pity. Most of his friends would leave him behind one day like Yashiro did, so why even try keeping them?

He stared at the stars again, fighting the urge to cry once more. He forced himself to bottle up the immense sadness he felt since Nene's death and couldn't blame anyone but himself for it even if it was incorrect. He knew about her death and did everything in his power to prevent it, but it wasn't enough.

Salty tears blurred his vision and before he knew it, all the things he had kept bottled up with a fake smile came crashing down again. He missed her so much already and it hadn't even been months- her warm smile and dreamy attitude was what kept him motivated throughout the day, he believed everything would be okay if she was with him.

But she was gone.

"Hanako-kun," A familiar high-pitched voice called out to him, Hanako didn't even hesitate to look behind him. Yashiro stood there, smiling while slowly walking towards him. The spirit thought he was dreaming- she had just died in his own arms some days ago- but there she was, standing right infront of him, cupping his tear stained porcelain cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't live longer like you wanted" She apologized.

He wanted to say something- anything, but nothing more than heavy breaths left his mouth. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything," her words were reassuring and tinted with an invisible sweetness, "Just know that I came back to stay once again."

His eyes widened. "It's a pleasure to see you, honorable number seven," She bowed in front of him, he tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm mystery number zero."

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