SAKURA.

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“Your outfit is so cute!” A gentle exclamation escapes the girl ―― leaning in close so she could take a better look at the outfit Sakura was currently wearing. She was slightly envious, but in a good way. After all, she didn’t think that she herself could rock such an extravagant look. “Did you make it yourself?”

              “    What do you mean ?    ”     Eyebrows furrow in worry,   her previous idea seeming impossible.     Stress began to bubble up,   gaze falling into the shadow cloud that loomed over Tomoeda.    Worried,   she finds herself fiddling with her fingers,   mind reeling for an answer.     She had to fix it,   she had to break the spell and solve the issue soon.     The cloud felt threatening,   and she’d rather not find out what it was capable of.

He rubbed his ear with a slight wince when he hears her cry once more. How many times was she going to do this  ―― and how was his ears going to handle it? If she kept screeching THIS much…he was sure they would ooze out blood at some point soon. Not even Yashiro screamed this much at him when she met him for the very first time.

“Hai hai ~ you don’t have a wish that’s fine but PLEASE stop screaming. It was funny the first seven times.” Hanako complains, his hands still pressed against his ears, golden hues falling upon her with a blank expression. “Who are you anyways, baka little girl? If you don’t want me to call you that, you should tell me your name.”

              “    Then s - stop scaring me !     ”     She can’t help it.    Ghosts were scary !     It wasn’t very common that she could see them,   she only felt their presence.    Either her magic was getting stronger,   or there was another reason.     She hated it !     It was too scary.    There’s a slight whimper,   finding herself much more comfortable in her little corner at the moment,   in disbelief she was conversing with an actual ghost.

               Wait,   was there some sort of  curse  that ghosts had if you gave them your name ?     There’s a pause,  hands still raised in a defensive position as eyebrows furrow slightly.     She had only heard stories and  rumors ,    it was hard to go off of instinct when her senses were going crazy.