"What do you think?" Kagetsu asked, showing them a small poster he sketched for their new club.
It surprised them how fast they got approval from the School Council after talking with the directress, but it was Rigaku who talked with them. Any death stare could happen.
"It looks nice."
Freya nodded, smiling at the clouds, umbrella, and a small person holding it. Next to it was a text "Did you know...?" and at the bottom of the sheet was "Awareness Club".
"I'll glue it to the door outside." Aiyoku took the sheet, placing it in the middle of the semi-transparent-milk glass. "Finished."
"I've made a schedule and some ideas for our first event."
The door slid open. "Sorry, I'm late," Kenta said.
"We are just starting!" Kagetsu gave him a wave.
The boy joined the writing club but liked to hang out with Kagetsu, and this way, he could also help his classmates to get a small boost for their poetry or stories.
"Alright, let's start."
They now needed to adjust their schedules and decide what roles each of them would have. Kenta was in charge of discovering simple poems or positive messages to hang up around school entrance, by lockers, or around the halls. He could write his own too, and he helped with texts accompanying the "Did you know...?" posters.
Aiyoku was tasked with finding more about Locks of Love and generally about donation institutions.
Kagetsu focused on drawing pictures to any of the texts. Rigaku prepared the text form of their projects together with researching different subjects.
Freya prepared a Handy Guide to Sign Language, teaching people the basics. She could start short lessons after school if people wanted to learn instead of just seeing it from the pictures. However, that was further in the future.
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A few days later, on the next Monday, they had their first poster Did you know... LOL? (Locks Of Love) finished and hanging around the school. It came in full colors, telling a story in children's book style.
Students stopped in large numbers, reading the story.
"I have the best hair!" the boy said, beaming with pride as it glittered under the sun. "Nobody can compare to them!" A girl from the other side of the road watched him, but she was too small for the readers to pay her much attention.
However, the boy met with a nasty illness, spending a lot of time in the hospital and strange machines.
"I'm scared! I don't like this place, but mommy said I'll be okay soon."
His head was wrapped with a bandage, and when the doctor put it down, he was shocked. "My hair is gone!"
Then the scene shifted into the school where other kids made fun of him, taking his hat so everybody could see he turned into a baldy.
"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.'