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[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“They’re going to be better.

I’m going to be cool. I’m going to have friends. I’m going to go on dates. I’m going to have a fun high school life.”

It almost sounds like a mantra. Like she’s saying it more to herself than she is to Hisui, and she has been for some time.

“…

So tell dad and uncle not to talk to me in public anymore.”

"Yeah! That's a good, positive mindset to ha-

-huh?"

She stops, taking a few moments to fully process that last part. "You... want me to tell them not to talk to you anymore???"

“Yeah. I don’t want people associating me with them anymore.

And while you’re at it, you should probably look into putting makeup on, like… Living people instead. Before anybody finds out.”

"You don't- -huh???????"

Hisui was stunned into silence. What???? Where was any of this coming from??? Did she really think that pushing away the people that cared about her was going to help her make more friends?

Was this really that... petty????

"Kohaku I... don't think I understand what you're trying to get at here???"

That is, in fact, exactly what she thinks.

“What don’t you get? I’m sick of being treated like a freak because of dad’s stupid job. Like… Why would he even have kids when the family business is funerals?! He basically set me up to be an outcast when I don’t even like creepy stuff! I’m normal!!”

She grips her bags tightly again.

“So it’s all his fault. And I’m not talking to him anymore.”

"Kohaku that's-

How the hell is that fair to him?? Dad's always doing everything he can for us and you just want to ignore him???" She looks genuinely hurt. "Are you seriously blaming him for this?? For things entirely out of his control??"

“How’s it fair to me, Hisui?? Dad’s not the one who has to go school! He’s not the one who gets memorial flowers put on his desk! He’s not the one who gets dead bugs and mice and stuff put in his shoe locker! He’s not the one who had to… To give his first kiss to a real creepy loser no one likes!!!

And if he was, then, then…

Then he knew what was going to happen to me, and he kept touching dead bodies anyway!!

I’m done with all of it! I’m going to make my life better! I’m going to be a normal girl who can make friends, and if dad actually cares about me, he’ll stay out of this!

#hisui post #kohaku post

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“They’re going to be better.

I’m going to be cool. I’m going to have friends. I’m going to go on dates. I’m going to have a fun high school life.”

It almost sounds like a mantra. Like she’s saying it more to herself than she is to Hisui, and she has been for some time.

“…

So tell dad and uncle not to talk to me in public anymore.”

"Yeah! That's a good, positive mindset to ha-

-huh?"

She stops, taking a few moments to fully process that last part. "You... want me to tell them not to talk to you anymore???"

“Yeah. I don’t want people associating me with them anymore.

And while you’re at it, you should probably look into putting makeup on, like… Living people instead. Before anybody finds out.”

"You don't- -huh???????"

Hisui was stunned into silence. What???? Where was any of this coming from??? Did she really think that pushing away the people that cared about her was going to help her make more friends?

Was this really that... petty????

"Kohaku I... don't think I understand what you're trying to get at here???"

#she has the disease called Being a teenager #kohaku post #hisui post

That is, in fact, exactly what she thinks.

She grips her bags tightly again.

“So it’s all his fault. And I’m not talking to him anymore.”

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“They’re going to be better.

I’m going to be cool. I’m going to have friends. I’m going to go on dates. I’m going to have a fun high school life.”

It almost sounds like a mantra. Like she’s saying it more to herself than she is to Hisui, and she has been for some time.

“…

So tell dad and uncle not to talk to me in public anymore.”

"Yeah! That's a good, positive mindset to ha-

-huh?"

She stops, taking a few moments to fully process that last part. "You... want me to tell them not to talk to you anymore???"

“Yeah. I don’t want people associating me with them anymore.

And while you’re at it, you should probably look into putting makeup on, like… Living people instead. Before anybody finds out.”

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“They’re going to be better.

I’m going to be cool. I’m going to have friends. I’m going to go on dates. I’m going to have a fun high school life.”

It almost sounds like a mantra. Like she’s saying it more to herself than she is to Hisui, and she has been for some time.

“…

So tell dad and uncle not to talk to me in public anymore.”

#Idk what Itsu's up to these days #nayuta post #chimoto post #baseball boy post #nathan post #myrene post

Sorry to the baseball characters I almost definitely forgot about, it’s been a really long time

basebawl (alternate universe and otherwise) (But mostly not)

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

After that day, something changed in Kohaku.

She grew more and more reclusive, shutting herself in her room as often as she could. Eventually, over the break, she was locking her door and only leaving when it was absolutely necessary.

This was, of course, worrying. But there’s only so much to be done when you’re being shut out.

…But one day, as the new school year approached, something abruptly changed again.

The girls’ father calls from across the house:

“Hey, Sui-chan, have you seen my wallet?”

Hisui turned to look towards her father from where she had been sitting on the couch, occupied with texting on her phone as usual.

"Uhhh.... No, I don't think so? Did you maybe leave it at work again?"

“I probably did… I don’t see it anywhere around here.”

He heads to the front door. “If it turns up, let me know!”

"Okaaaaay~"

Later that afternoon, there is the sound of…

Someone kicking the door?

Um.

Hisui once again turns to look from where she's sitting on the couch Texting, shooting a quizzical look at the door before hopping up and cautiously making her way over to the door.

Once there, she hesitates fora moment before pulling it open.

The girl standing there might not be immediately recognizable- Especially since she’d left the house quietly enough that no one had noticed she’d left in the first place.

But Hisui can likely still identify this as her sister.

The long black hair she’d always taken such meticulous care of has been cut into a short bob and bleached blonde, she’s wearing a full face of makeup, and her arms are kept occupied by a suspicious number of shopping bags, but it’s Kohaku.

She doesn’t say anything, she just waits for Hisui to move aside.

Hisui blinks, taking a moment to process this seemingly, but very quickly her usual smile spreads across her face. "Oh hi Ko!! You look really cute, I like the new haircut!" She stepped aside to let her sister in, still holding the door open for her as she did. "Do you need a hand carrying all of that back to your room?"

This was definitely unexpected, but. It had been weeks since her sister had left her room, of course she was going to be supportive of her and whatever new look she had decided to try now that she was finally out and about again. This was progress, she was feeling better!

...At least, that's what Hisui hoped.

Kohaku holds the bags a little tighter as she passes by Hisui, as if she’s afraid they’ll be taken from her.

“…No. I’ve got it.”

…

“And I’d better be cute. There’s no way I’m getting lumped in with the creepy losers again this year.”

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

After that day, something changed in Kohaku.

She grew more and more reclusive, shutting herself in her room as often as she could. Eventually, over the break, she was locking her door and only leaving when it was absolutely necessary.

This was, of course, worrying. But there’s only so much to be done when you’re being shut out.

…But one day, as the new school year approached, something abruptly changed again.

The girls’ father calls from across the house:

“Hey, Sui-chan, have you seen my wallet?”

Hisui turned to look towards her father from where she had been sitting on the couch, occupied with texting on her phone as usual.

"Uhhh.... No, I don't think so? Did you maybe leave it at work again?"

“I probably did… I don’t see it anywhere around here.”

He heads to the front door. “If it turns up, let me know!”

"Okaaaaay~"

Later that afternoon, there is the sound of…

Someone kicking the door?

Um.

Hisui once again turns to look from where she's sitting on the couch Texting, shooting a quizzical look at the door before hopping up and cautiously making her way over to the door.

Once there, she hesitates fora moment before pulling it open.

The girl standing there might not be immediately recognizable- Especially since she’d left the house quietly enough that no one had noticed she’d left in the first place.

But Hisui can likely still identify this as her sister.

She doesn’t say anything, she just waits for Hisui to move aside.

#hisui post #Kohaku post

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

After that day, something changed in Kohaku.

She grew more and more reclusive, shutting herself in her room as often as she could. Eventually, over the break, she was locking her door and only leaving when it was absolutely necessary.

This was, of course, worrying. But there’s only so much to be done when you’re being shut out.

…But one day, as the new school year approached, something abruptly changed again.

The girls’ father calls from across the house:

“Hey, Sui-chan, have you seen my wallet?”

Hisui turned to look towards her father from where she had been sitting on the couch, occupied with texting on her phone as usual.

"Uhhh.... No, I don't think so? Did you maybe leave it at work again?"

“I probably did… I don’t see it anywhere around here.”

He heads to the front door. “If it turns up, let me know!”

"Okaaaaay~"

Later that afternoon, there is the sound of…

Someone kicking the door?

#hisui post

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

After that day, something changed in Kohaku.

She grew more and more reclusive, shutting herself in her room as often as she could. Eventually, over the break, she was locking her door and only leaving when it was absolutely necessary.

This was, of course, worrying. But there’s only so much to be done when you’re being shut out.

…But one day, as the new school year approached, something abruptly changed again.

The girls’ father calls from across the house:

“Hey, Sui-chan, have you seen my wallet?”

Hisui turned to look towards her father from where she had been sitting on the couch, occupied with texting on her phone as usual.

"Uhhh.... No, I don't think so? Did you maybe leave it at work again?"

“I probably did… I don’t see it anywhere around here.”

He heads to the front door. “If it turns up, let me know!”

#Hisui post

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

After that day, something changed in Kohaku.

She grew more and more reclusive, shutting herself in her room as often as she could. Eventually, over the break, she was locking her door and only leaving when it was absolutely necessary.

This was, of course, worrying. But there’s only so much to be done when you’re being shut out.

…But one day, as the new school year approached, something abruptly changed again.

The girls’ father calls from across the house:

“Hey, Sui-chan, have you seen my wallet?”

#kohaku post #Hisui post

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“I’m… Sorry,” the boy mumbles, looking away. “Sorry it had to be me.”

Kohaku’s lip trembles. She buries her face in Hisui’s shoulder. “Shut up! Don’t talk about it!”

Hisui opened her mouth as if to launch off on another tangent about how 'he had no reason to be apologizing' and 'he was a victim in this too', but in the end she just sighed, gently stroking Kohaku's hair a bit in a comforting manner.

Thank god, Kohaku thinks, that she hadn’t wanted clarification on that.

“I want to go home.”

Hisui nods, before turning to look back at the boy. Her expression had softened quite a bit at this point. "Do you need help getting home too, or do you think you'll be fine on your own?"

She wasn't just about to leave him alone here; for all she knew those worthless jerks would come back once she had left, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

...Whether or not Kohaku would think positively of her older sister's kindness was to be seen though.

“I’ll…

Follow until we’re out of the building,” he says, still not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Then I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t want to stick too close to Kohaku right now, since it’d be weird… But he also can’t say he isn’t worried about the same thing as Hisui.

He’ll just keep his distance.

Kohaku isn’t terribly pleased, but she doesn’t say anything, silently grabbing Hisui’s hand in preparation to leave.

Hopefully her phone is still somewhere in the hall.

Hisui nods, before turning to leave the classroom hand-in-hand with her sister.

Fortunately, Kohaku is able to scoop up her phone on the way down the hall. Unfortunately, the screen is cracked and the phone charm that had been attached to it is missing.

She did want to hold it together. She really did. But shoving it down isn’t working as well as she was hoping… And like hell she’s going to admit the terms the two of them had been given for their release.

So she starts to get angry.

“Dammit… Dammit…! It’s not fair! I don’t… I’m not…

It’s not like I wanted this…! Dad and Uncle are the ones doing funerals, not me, so why am I creepy?!”

[The previous year...]

While Hisui is waiting in her and Kohaku's meetup spot after school, one of her old loser underclassmen rushes over in a panic.

"Ah, ah, um- Ne- Nekoun-san... Your sister, she's...!"

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Hisui had been fiddling around with her phone (as she usually did when waiting around), but immediately looks up as soon as the younger student approaches.

Normally, she would be all 'Oh hiiiii!! What about my sister??' but. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, and this didn't seem to be the time for that.

"What about her? Did... something happen, or...?" She tucked her phone away in her bag, a mix of slight concern and puzzlement spreading across her face.

[ @poorlydrawnmoriocs ]

(Continued)

“I’m… Sorry,” the boy mumbles, looking away. “Sorry it had to be me.”

Kohaku’s lip trembles. She buries her face in Hisui’s shoulder. “Shut up! Don’t talk about it!”

Thank god, Kohaku thinks, that she hadn’t wanted clarification on that.

“I want to go home.”

Hisui nods, before turning to look back at the boy. Her expression had softened quite a bit at this point. "Do you need help getting home too, or do you think you'll be fine on your own?"

She wasn't just about to leave him alone here; for all she knew those worthless jerks would come back once she had left, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

...Whether or not Kohaku would think positively of her older sister's kindness was to be seen though.