The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 120~♫

 Back in their apartment, a few minutes before the midnight came, Freya couldn't sleep. The stress should be gone with Kagetsu awaken and fine. The doctor said Kagetsu could go home after the weekend if his tests show positive results.

Turning on her other side for a few seconds, she got up with a sigh. Looking around, she heard her friends' breathing.

'At least somebody can sleep peacefully.'

Crawling out of her sleeping bag, she headed into the kitchen.

'Perhaps a glass of water can help me.'

Using her fingers to slowly navigate and finding a switch above the working desk, she turned it on. The light blinded her despite shielding her eyes.

Washing all sleepiness from her eyes, she filled one glass, and then she checked in the hall if the light didn't stretch into the living room. Finding that not, she returned, sitting behind the table.

'Why do I feel so down too?' The water in her mouth refreshed her, but it couldn't help with her mood. 'Am I worried about my history test?'

Her eyes trailed to a wall calendar where Rigaku marked all important dates. Getting closer, her fingers trailed one date after another. The next Monday was the day to start preparing for the Festival.

All students were excused from school, and usually, most of the teachers were preparing for the tests. None of the years had the same ones, so cheating was hard, but every year some students tried.

'The first day has mathematics and history tests.' She bit her lip. She believed herself in the first one, but even with Rigaku's help, she feared history. Thankfully, she didn't need to study it in the third grade where students could focus on their strongest subjects.

'Which one I would choose?'

Definitely not mathematics despite she was good.

'I should go for English. That's my strongest subject. I like reading older books too.' Her eyes narrowed as she pondered about a sudden idea. 'Maybe I could become a translator and use my bilingual heritage to allow Japanese literature—'

She didn't finish the sentence as a muffled sneeze caught her off guard. She spun around, catching only a glimpse of movement by the door frame. Cold sweat covered her at first before she realized no stranger could enter.

She waited, and then Rigaku's head emerged from behind the wall with an apologetic expression. The sad imaginative puppy ears grew a smile on her face, and she pointed toward the glass of water on the table.

"H-Hai, Arigatou," the boy stuttered, pushing up his glasses. He definitely didn't count on being caught red-handed. He entered and sat by the table as Freya put in front of him the glass.