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Soon,she found herself climbing up a blossoming tree that was right next to the gate. If the faculty had no problem with her,the same would apply to the students as well,right?
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Mother had wordlessly sent her documents over,and registration at Uranohoshi went off without a hitch. In some small way,it was perhaps fortunate that she’d moved to Numazu not long after her graduation from junior high. Yohane held her bag tight as she walked down the sidewalk to school. Nothing could change that fact unless she herself wanted it to change. Perhaps Yohane did things like this…almost for the reminder that her name really was Yoshiko,and always would be. She understood that Yohane wasn’t really angry about that. Yohane’s monologue was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door.Īunty understood. “ And when the fallen angel rises once more,her army of little demons will deliver retribution-” Finally someone loved her,the real her.įor her part,Aunty held her back,her hands stroking comfortingly along Yohane’s back,through her long,lustrous hair. Finally someone didn’t just “tolerate” her. She turned around,wrapping her arms tightly around Aunty as she began to sob,tears already streaming down her face.įinally someone understood. Her hair was tied into a cute bun,just like Aunty’s.
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She couldn’t help but crack a smile at what she saw. Yohane opened her eyes to look in the mirror. She felt something bunch up on the right side of her head,and a hair band hold it in place. Those words alone…Yohane took in a deep breath,and let out a contented sigh. “You…must’ve taken good care of your hair,Yoshiko. Yohane exhaled,tilting her head back a bit. “ Y-yoshiko-kun? Oh my god,what happened…?” Thanks to that little…fight with Mother,she’d put as many things as she could into two bags,gotten on the first bus out of Shizuoka,and rode all the way up to Numazu.Īnd now here she stood,before the front door of her aunt,the elementary school teacher. How foolish! Why couldn’t that self-centered,obstinate woman see that this,all of it,was what she truly was? “ How can you keep trying to make people think you’re a girl?! Do you even believe that yourself?! I thought you’d grow out of this!” And it was because she was free,that she was finally,truly Yoshiko. She had freed herself,from that house that was never a home. Yoshihiro pulled his bags close to him as he made his way up the apartment’s stairwell.