The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 47~♫

"This hurts so much!" He cried, sitting on a bench until a small girl came, cheering him up, "Don't cry. Come with me."

The boy followed her to a place called LOL.

"Here, you can get your hair back as a wig." The girl lifted her hair that turned into a wig. "I lost my hair too, but not everything is lost."

Together they tried many of the wigs, laughing, and playing.

"All of these are made of real hair from people all across the globe. It's a place where kindness connects us all."

The story ended with both of them leaving with a different wig and a text "Together we can return their smile.". The URL leading to a web page providing more info was at the bottom.

Both senseis and students talked about this, finding it a great way to spread awareness and positivity. The style was cute and to the point, helping everybody to understand the problem and how to solve it.

For their club, it was a great start, but they couldn't stop there. There were too many places they could promote and help them grow like Sato's farm.

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Another week flew past them. Ueno returned to the school but did nothing to provoke them or attack Freya. The group of girls changed around her, or it thinned to a few members. Whether they clung to the lost glory or were scared of Ueno's wrath, was all in their heads.

"See you later." Kagetsu jumped off the door of their club.

Rigaku frowned. Their brother wasn't slacking. It was the exact opposite, he worked double as hard. Only in recent days, he was going somewhere, returning late at night. He hadn't told anybody about his activities.

"I wonder what's up with him?" Aiyoku asked, looking at Kenta.

"I have no idea."

"Maybe he found a girl he likes."

"Don't be ridiculous, Ai." Rigaku pushed his glasses up, saving his latest work on recycling. Many students had no idea what and what didn't belong to plastic or papers. And a much smaller number realized there were extra bins for used oils from frying as well.

"How so?" Kenta asked, feeling more comfortable being in the presence of Greek Gods. Nevertheless, they still could freak him out.

A drop of sweat appeared on the oldest sibling's forehead. "B-Because he is"—he stuttered, proving he didn't have a reason except for big-brother-mode—"still inexperienced and a bit naive."

He stood up, cleaning the table. Aiyoku didn't buy that, but he was also worried. Kagetsu had moments where he could be easily tricked.

'He does act a bit strange lately.' The blonde brother scratched on his cheek as he ordered things on his table. 'Is he working on something? I remember seeing him with plastered fingertips. Or is it a new type of fighting technique?'

Despite how simple his little brother was, Kagetsu could be as puzzling as his older brother. 'Should I ask him?' He put the pencil case in his bag, heading outside with Freya.

'Dating, huh? Must be nice... or not?' she thought, following Aiyoku. Spending time with the one we trusted the most had to be great. Why would people otherwise do it? 'How do you know you trust the other?'

A rather dumb question if Freya could say so, given how she shared with them many of her moments in the last weeks. But could she moved from this as if it never happened? Could this be one of many memories inside her by the end of the semester?

'Would they leave when I give the pear to one of them?'

It stared at her from her locker, and she closed it, joining her group of friends. She looked around, finding Rigaku was gone.

"Said he still needed to check on something. And I bet my five kilos of hair that something is Ka." He snickered. "It may be hard to tell, but if there is The Best Bro of Year Award, it goes to Ri."

Freya nodded. 'He sure is kind when you get to know him better.'