𝙱𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑 2: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝙸𝙸
SatoRisa fanfic
⌑ 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1 ⌑
𝖢𝗁 2 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.
↠ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ᴛ • ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ᴍ • ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟʏ ↞
ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
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“Good morning, Risa!” Risako greeted Risa with her usual cheerful smile.
The brown-haired girl smiled back, expertly hiding the turmoil inside her.
Last night, Hiwatari-kun had said that he'd help her remember it.
She didn't know how he planned to do that, or what exactly she was supposed to remember.
The dream?
The person she somehow felt inside that dream?
“Good morning, Harada-san!” Niwa Daisuke greeted her when Risa reached her seat.
He looked more mature and taller now that they had entered high school.
Risa sometimes took pictures of him and sent them to Riku—with Niwa-kun's permission, of course. The older Harada sister was still desperate to meet him every now and then.
Risa returned his greeting.
Again, that feeling. Every time she saw Niwa-kun, she felt like she had something to say. Or perhaps something about him reminded her of that dream—
“Ah! Good morning, Hiwatari-san!”
Daisuke said that to someone standing behind her.
Slowly, Risa turned her head toward the light blue-haired boy.
He was much taller now. Around five centimeters taller than Niwa-kun. Risa's head only reached his shoulder.
“Good morning, Daisuke.”
He smiled lightly at his best friend before his blue eyes slowly turned toward her.
“And you too, Harada.”
His voice was soft, but somehow she felt something tighten in her chest.
Risa mumbled her greeting back and quickly sat at her desk. Hiwatari sat diagonally behind her to the right, and she could almost feel his eyes on her.
Last night, Hiwatari-kun had sent her home without another word.
What did he mean by helping her remember?
Before she could think further, the teacher entered the classroom and classes began.
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The day felt unusually long, but eventually school ended.
Without looking behind her, Risa turned to Niwa-kun, who sat beside her, and said, “I have something to do today, so I'll head home first!”
“Ah, sure. See you tomorrow, Harada-san!”
Niwa-kun beamed brightly, and Risa smiled back before quickly running away.
She didn't know why, but she was avoiding Hiwatari-kun.
She wanted to remember.
Yes, she really wanted to.
But there was something inside her that made it difficult to face him directly.
Whenever she looked at him, she felt like she was betraying someone.
But who?
Risa ran past several classmates who called out and asked why she was in such a hurry, but she simply waved and brushed past them.
She had already reached a block away from the school grounds when she suddenly felt a strong tug on her right hand from behind.
Due to the sudden yank, Risa almost lost her balance, but an arm wrapped around her and supported her before she could fall.
She quickly looked up and found him. Slightly out of breath, his light blue hair had fallen over his forehead, dampened by a thin layer of sweat.
“Hi-Hiwatari-kun?”
His breathing gradually steadied, but he still held her right hand. Like he was afraid she would run again.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
The question came so directly that Risa was caught by surprise.
He sure had changed a lot.
“I-I don't know how to… talk to you after yesterday.”
He slowly released his grip and pushed the hair away from his forehead.
“Look, Harada,” he began. “Allow me to help you. Can I pick you up tonight at eight? I'll escort you back by around nine.”
“Huh? What?”
Risa stared at him dumbfounded, but he had already turned on his heels.
“You want to remember it, right? Then I'll come pick you up later. See you.”
Without facing her, he simply walked away.
Risa stood there for several minutes.
Did he really think of a way to help her remember that dream?
How?
And…
Why was he so eager to help her?
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That night, at 7:50 p.m.
Risa quickly finished dinner and told her mother that she'd be sleeping early.
Ever since that day, her mother had been trying her best while her father was overseas with Riku. She had been so worried about Risa, and now she seemed genuinely happy that her daughter was finally willing to sleep earlier.
“Why, of course, Risa. You really should sleep early. Here, take this warm cocoa. Good night, sweetheart.” Her mother hugged her tightly.
Risa felt guilty.
Her mother was so worried about her, but Risa herself didn't know how to fix what was broken inside her.
After closing the door to her room and turning off the light, she quietly climbed down from the second-floor balcony.
Now that she thought about it, she had been pretty adventurous during middle school.
She used to sneak out like this all the time, looking for…
Something.
Someone.
Didn't she?
Or was that just a dream too?
She was taller now, and still had trouble navigating the balcony.
What had made her middle school self move so desperately?
Was it really that important?
Was the person she wanted to meet really that important?
Finally, she arrived at the front gate.
And there he was.
Under the darkness, his light blue hair and white sweater almost seemed to shine.
Like… An angel.
Wait.
Had she seen him somewhere before?
She felt like she'd met Hiwatari-kun somewhere. But not really him.
He watched as she slowly approached.
Today, his expression was unusually easy to read. He looked relieved to see her. But that relief soon turned into concern.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, but where are we going?”
He turned on his heels and started walking. “Follow me.”
Risa gulped and tried to suppress the uneasiness inside her.
It wasn't that she felt unsafe with Hiwatari-kun.
Not at all.
But there was something inside her heart that felt strangely uneasy about the two of them being alone together.
Why?
He had always been such a good friend to her.
He was also the one who had escorted her home that day.
When everything around her had fallen apart.
He was there.
Only him.
“We're here.”
His voice brought her back, and Risa stopped behind him.
They had arrived at an old chapel not far from her house.
It was covered in bushes, but since it was autumn, there weren't many bugs around them, which she appreciated.
“Wow, I didn't know there was an old chapel around here.”
As she followed him, Hiwatari held back the large branches so she could walk beside him, and the chapel grew larger as they approached.
It was old. The white paint had chipped away, especially where ivy had begun to overtake the right side of the wall.
The windows, however, remained intact.
It was almost as though time had stopped around the chapel, and only the ivy had continued to grow.
Hiwatari-kun pushed open the double doors, and they creaked loudly.
The doors slowly swung inward, sending dust floating into the night air.
Risa closed her eyes briefly.
It smelled like dust.
Rain.
And grass.
“Are you sure we can go inside?” she asked.
When she opened her eyes again, they widened in surprise.
Past Hiwatari, she could see the chapel's interior.
It was spacious, with a ceiling nearly seven meters high, making it feel incredibly open. Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room.
The scent of dust lingered everywhere, but the tiny particles floating in the air sparkled like countless diamonds.
“It's okay. This chapel hasn't been used for years. The police won't arrest us for coming here.”
His lips curved ever so slightly. “Besides, I think this place would be happy to have visitors after all this time.”
Risa followed his gaze around the chapel.
It really was beautiful. The wooden pews were wrapped in ivy, and weeds had grown around the altar. But aside from that, she saw no graffiti and nothing broken.
In a way, it felt well-maintained. As though someone had simply abandoned it and allowed time to quietly settle inside.
Risa wandered deeper into the chapel, examining every nook and cranny. But she stopped when she heard Hiwatari-kun close the doors behind them.
She looked at him uneasily, and it seemed he understood the meaning behind her gaze.
“Harada.”
He called her name and slowly walked closer.
Risa turned to face him. And once again, that strange uneasiness rose to the surface.
“Wh-What are we planning to do here, Hiwatari-kun?” She was surprised by how much her own voice betrayed her. It trembled slightly. Still, she stood her ground and didn't move.
Hiwatari-kun walked closer and closer until he stopped right in front of her.
His chest was directly before her eyes, and she had to tilt her head upward to meet his blue gaze.
At first, his face remained expressionless. But was it her imagination?
His expression softened.
No…
He almost looked sad.
“You wanted to remember it, right?”
His voice was soft. Almost a whisper.
“You mean my dream? So it really wasn’t a dream?”
Hiwatari-kun didn't answer.
He looked deeply into her eyes, and Risa couldn't quite understand the emotion hidden within his expression.
“I can't answer that for sure.” His voice remained quiet.
“But you want to remember something…”
He paused.
“Or should I say someone?”
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before opening them again.
His long lashes brushed lightly against his bangs as he lowered his gaze toward her.
“This is my suggestion.”
And then, very quietly—
“I'll help you remember those feelings.”
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴! 🤭💙 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥~ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥 ♡
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