[Sian Chen]

It was the vibrant heart of May, when the sakura trees lined the bustling streets like nature’s confetti, their delicate pink and white blossoms unfurling in an exquisite explosion of color. The air hung heavy with a sweet, almost intoxicating fragrance, a heady reminder that spring had unfurled its wings and chosen to serenade the world with joy. A playful breeze meandered through the scene, lifting the petals into an ethereal dance, sending them fluttering and swirling through the air like soft fragments of dreams, cascading to the ground in an enchanting spectacle. Sunlight filtered through the gentle canopy, illuminating the floating blossoms and weaving intricate patterns of light and shadow across the sunbaked concrete, transforming the street into a whimsical tapestry. Those fortunate enough to pause and gaze upon it found themselves momentarily entranced, lost in the beauty of spring’s ephemeral masterpiece.
Hotaru shuffled his feet across the scorching pavement, each step producing waves of heat that shimmered upward, distorting the air as if the ground was alive with energy, sharing its warmth in a conversation only he could feel. The sun blazed high in the azure sky, its relentless rays intensifying the already sweltering warmth, wrapping around him like a warm embrace that was adding to the burden of an overwhelming sense of displacement. His battered backpack, a patchwork of faded colours and frayed edges, sagged heavily from his shoulder. The rough straps dug into his skin, a persistent reminder of the emotional and physical weight he carried, a history of memories tied to friends and places he had reluctantly left behind.
Dust motes floated lazily in the sunlight, encapsulated in a moment of sheer beauty as they danced and twirled in a whimsical choreography around him. Yet, all he could focus on was the oppressive heat that seemed to wrap around his chest like an iron band and the weight of his load, both heavy pressures dragging him down as he navigated the bustling sidewalk that was alive with sounds and scents he was yet to fully perceive. “Ugh! Why did we have to move right now?” Hotaru mused aloud, his voice barely rising above the vibrant symphony of the city. Frustration swirled within him, intertwining with melancholy like an unseen tempest ready to unleash its fury. The laughter of children, the lively shouts of street vendors hawking their wares, all of it felt like distant echoes, mere whispers carried away by the wind, barely reaching his ears through the veil of his turmoil.
His gaze drifted across the lively street, each sight igniting a flicker of curiosity and apprehension. Finally, it landed on the magnificent new school that loomed ahead, a towering beacon poised to play a pivotal role in his unfolding narrative. The building rose majestically, its two stories stretching skyward, an architectural marvel that blended modern sophistication with an inviting warmth that called out to him. Each element of the facade, the shimmering glass panes, the inviting wooden accents, and the well-manicured gardens, seemed to tell a story of growth and exploration, rich with the promise of new beginnings waiting to unfurl.
The wide, welcoming doors of the school appeared to whisper enticing promises, beckoning him closer with their cheerful paint and sturdy frames, almost pulsating with potential. Adjacent to the main building stood a smaller secondary structure, perhaps a gym or a library, its design harmonizing effortlessly with the primary edifice, both structures connected by lush green lawns that swayed gently in the breeze and winding pathways unfurling like ribbons, coaxing him forward with every rustling leaf and rustling blade of grass. The expansive campus radiated an atmosphere of boundless possibility, each corner seemingly holding secrets waiting to be discovered, adventures yearning to be had, and friendships longing to be forged.
As he stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to change, his heart raced wildly, a flute of excitement and apprehension intertwining within him. He could almost hear the faint echo of a school bell resonating from inside the sturdy brick walls, its chime like music that stirred an indescribable longing in his chest, a rallying call inviting students to their classes, beckoning him to become part of a rhythm he had yet to learn. That bell’s chime felt like a heartbeat, steady, pulsing, reverberating with anticipation for the new beginnings that awaited him.
A flutter of mixed emotions surged through him, thrilling and terrifying all at once. Just then, the traffic light switched to green, and as he took a tentative step forward, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being suspended between the exhilarating promise of new adventures and the bittersweet nostalgia of leaving his old life behind, a delicate balance teetering on the edge of his heart. Each footfall was laden with the weight of uncertainty, yet a spark of hope ignited within him, the warm glow of possibility kindling the belief that perhaps, just maybe, this new chapter could blossom into something extraordinary,a canvas yet to be painted with the strokes of his dreams and experiences. As he crossed into the unknown, he felt the world around him shift, vibrant and full of life, ready to embrace the tale that was yet to unfold.
With every passing moment, possibilities stretched before him like the endless expanse of the open sky overhead, vibrant and full of promise, and he felt the electric thrill of the unknown invigorating his spirit. This was a city bursting with life, a sprawling tapestry of cultures woven together, each thread vibrant with stories waiting to unfold. Determined, he quickened his pace, his heart racing in sync with the rhythm of the city, ready to embrace whatever awaited him beyond those wide, welcoming doors. Just a step closer to forging his destiny, turning the page to a story bursting with potential. A smile crept across his face, a smile that reflected a newfound resolve to seize the opportunities that lay ahead, as if the universe itself was urging him forward.
As the heavy silence cloaked the schoolyard, an electric tension built in the air, a stark juxtaposition to the hum of life just beyond the gates. Everyone else stood poised, anticipation swirling like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze in the minutes leading up to the day’s start, waiting for the shrill cry of the bell that would herald the beginning of a new school day, a dreaded harbinger of the monotony that Hotaru loathed. He surveyed the crowd of teenagers milling around him, most of whom blended into the backdrop of dull faces, their conversations a muddled symphony of disinterest. Yet, despite the sea of anonymity, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to one girl who stood apart from the rest, an anomaly in a world of sameness.
Her hair caught the light in a way that seemed almost ethereal, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows and highlights. She moved with a grace that belied the clumsiness often found in the crowded halls of a high school, her laughter ringing like a distant bell, a bright note amid the cacophony. Something was captivating about her presence, something that stirred a flicker of curiosity in him amid the sea of indifference that surrounded them. Who was she, and why did he feel this inexplicable pull toward her?
Then, without warning, the bell pierced the air, its shrill echo resonating like a siren call, a sharp reminder of the impending routine that awaited them. Instantly, a surge of students erupted, their collective energy propelling them forward into the building like a relentless river breaking through a dam. Hotaru found himself standing at the cusp of their relentless tide, feeling the rush of bodies brushing past him, yet still pondering the mystery of the girl who had captured his attention. The moment was fleeting, like a shadow slipping through his fingers, and he felt an odd sense of loss as he watched her disappear into the throng.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he quickened his step, determined to navigate the bustling hallway filled with echoes of laughter, the clangour of lockers slamming shut, and the chaotic chatter of friends. In the midst of this vibrant chaos, Hotaru suddenly realized with a sinking feeling that he had forgotten all about the girl. She wasn’t that special, right?
He pushed on, dodging a particularly impatient group of students who surged toward him, their laughter spilling over as they shoved each other playfully toward the entrance. Hotaru huffed under his breath, annoyance creeping in as he walked down the corridor, the sounds of the school enveloping him like a heavy blanket. Okay, he thought, focusing on the task at hand. I just have to find the classroom,
He paused abruptly, glancing around. It hit him like a ton of bricks; he didn’t have a clue where his classroom was. The hallways twisted and turned in a labyrinthine fashion, and for a moment, he felt lost amidst the fluorescent lights and the scent of polished wood and cafeteria lunches. Panic flickered in his chest. Had he overlooked the signs? Or had he been so preoccupied with thoughts of the girl that he hadn’t bothered to memorize the layout?
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, tapping into the quiet determination that had pushed him forward just moments before. He would ask someone if necessary, he thought, the decision settling upon him like a comforting weight. But before he could take a step toward a nearby student, a loud whoop erupted from behind him, causing him to spin around. In the chaos of youthful exuberance, he felt the last remnants of his exhilaration slip through his fingers like sand, leaving only questions lingering like echoes in his mind.
Maybe it was time to confront the unknown, not just outside but within himself, he mused as he took a tentative step deeper into the bustling throng, ready to face whatever awaited him. Little did he know, the answer to his curiosity, and the very key to his next adventure, might just be waiting for him after all.
He retraced his steps, scanning the doors of the classrooms he passed: 3-A, 3-B, 2-C. Hotaru was undeniably disoriented.
“Hey!” The gentle tap on his shoulder made him spin around. Before him stood a girl, probably around his age, her shorter stature complemented by soft, cascading brown hair that framed her delicate face. Her luminous green eyes sparkled with curiosity as they locked onto his, and a warm, inviting smile blossomed on her lips.
“Hi,” Hotaru responded, raising a hesitant hand in a polite wave, which elicited a soft chuckle from her.
“Are you lost? I haven’t seen you around here before. By the way I’m Yuri, Hakami Yuri”
“Yes, but I don’t want to trouble you,” he replied, trying to deflect. But the moment the words left his mouth, she erupted into boisterous laughter, her mirth drawing the attention of nearby students, who turned to steal glances at the pair.
“Silly, it’s no trouble at all!” she exclaimed, her voice bright and melodious as she seized his sleeve. With surprising strength, she tugged him along, leaving him momentarily off balance as his feet slid across the smooth, polished floor, squeaking comically with each hurried step. The curious eyes of other students followed them, intrigued by the sight of the duo racing through the maze of hallways.
After a few moments of this whirlwind journey, Yuri skidded to an abrupt halt in front of the classroom marked 2-A. Hotaru braced himself, panting from the unexpected exertion as he brushed his clothes free of any imaginary dust.
“T-thanks, I guess,” he gasped, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his tone.
“No problem!” she squealed, her laughter ringing like a bell in the stillness of the hallway.
“Hey! What’s so funny?” he asked, feigning indignation.
“Nothing,” she shot back with a playful glint in her eyes, a cheeky grin surfacing on her lips. With infectious energy, Yuri skipped down the hall, the rhythm of her footsteps echoing loudly in Hotaru’s ears. He watched her retreating figure, a mix of wonder and confusion swirling in his mind. That was definitely something unusual, he mused as he steadied himself and finally headed toward the classroom, his heart racing not only from the physical exertion but from the unexpected encounter.
“Class, this is Hotaru. He just transferred from Fukuoka, and I would like you all to treat him nicely,” the teacher said. He set down all his books and rested at one desk. He placed his head gently on his hand and looked at the bright blue sky through the window.
This shit is so boring, I just want to go home, he thought, glancing feebly at the clock ticking away with an agonizing slowness on the wall. Blah, bla,h blah, the teacher’s voice droned on, a monotonous buzz that filled the classroom like an oppressive fog. She was yapping way too much, drowning any chance of interest beneath a tidal wave of overwhelming detail. Hotaru shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his mind desperate to escape the confines of reality.
As fatigue washed over him, he sank down deeper into his arms, resting his tired head on the warm, worn surface of his wooden desk. The smooth grain felt strangely comforting against his cheek, and the familiar scent of aged wood mingled with the faint traces of chalk dust hanging in the air around him. With each passing moment, the buzz transformed into a soft lullaby, tugging at his eyelids.
Slowly, he drifted into the welcoming world of slumber and imagination. In his mind, he envisioned a vibrant dreamscape, a place where colours danced and the landscape shifted with every thought. There were no walls to confine him and no clocks to remind him of time. In this realm, he could do whatever he wanted, soar through endless skies, dive into crystalline oceans, or wander through blossoming fields beneath a golden sun. Moments felt eternal, and each breath filled his lungs with freedom.
As the mundane reality of school faded further away, he found himself wandering through forests where the leaves whispered secrets and the flowers bloomed in a riot of colours that seemed to sing. He could float away, weightless and free, twirling among clouds or racing with the wind, leaving behind all the worries and stresses of the real world. He dreamed of adventures that awaited him, of courageous exploits and friendships that transcended boundaries.
Soon, his eyes fluttered shut, and a blissful smile crept onto his lips as he sank deeper into his dreams, enveloped in a cocoon of peace. In this enchanted place, he was the hero of his own story, free to explore the limitless possibilities of a world crafted purely by his imagination, far removed from the confines of that stifling classroom.
“Mr. Hotaru! Why on earth are you dozing off in my class?” The teacher’s voice sliced through the stillness like a knife, her ruler crashing down against the desk with a sharp, resonating bang that echoed through the room. The abrupt noise jolted Hotaru from his dream-laden slumber, pulling him into the stark light of reality. Blinking rapidly, he glanced around in confusion, his mind racing to catch up with the moment. As the fog of sleep faded, his eyes widened in alarm, a rush of adrenaline electrifying his senses as he straightened up in his seat.
“Excuse me,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Hotaru glanced at his watch, its hands moving in a slow, deliberate dance as his impatience bubbled beneath the surface. Just then, the sharp chime of the bell sounded through the murmurs of the classroom, washing over him like a wave of sweet relief. The sound was music to his ears, and in an instant, he sprang from his chair, the wooden legs scraping harshly against the polished floor. Without wasting a second, he flung open the heavy door, his heart racing as he darted down the brightly lit hallway. The sound of his sneakers echoed against the walls as he weaved through a stream of students, his eyes focused intently on his locker at the end of the corridor.
He turned the corner of the hall and-
“Ughh,” he groaned, a sharp throbbing pain surging through his body. Hotaru peered down to see Yuri. Her books had been knocked to the ground, and she was wincing in pain. Her eyes were glassy and brimming with tears as she looked down at her bruised knee. He had felt the pain from the accident, but Yuri was so much smaller than him. She’s probably in so much pain, he thought. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Here, I’ll help you up,” he said, reaching his hand. She outstretched her hand, clasping his rough hands in hers.
“Thank you,” she squeaked in tears. She was just about to get up when someone rounded the corner.
“Oh my god yay NEW SHIP I SHIP I SUPPORT HEHE!” A voice cackled hysterically. She emerged from behind Yuri, smiling so wide and giggling with delight.
“Oh god, not her,” Yuri groaned
“Why? Who is she?” Hotaru asked
“The one and only expert shipper, Sia-han the great.”
“Erm what the fuck”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.”
Hotaru stared at Sia-han, contemplating his life decisions, but deep down, he honestly was catching feelings for Yuri, with her beautiful, silk-like hair, that gorgeous smile that sent butterflies into his stomach. Her voice was soft and gentle, and she was kind and all these other things, he couldn’t help but fall for her.
The bell rang sharply, echoing through the bustling corridors of the school, signalling the start of yet another class. Hotaru glanced at Yuri, whose eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and distraction, before turning back to his classroom, a twinge of urgency urging him onward. Without a second thought, he sprinted down the hall, his sneakers slapping against the polished floor, the noise blending into the cacophony of student chatter and locker slams surrounding him.
Math awaited him, a subject he had never particularly enjoyed, and right after that, Science with the other grade 11s, a class filled with both fearsome lab experiments and potential fun. But right now, his mind was more focused on Yuri than the wearisome lesson ahead. The memory of her laughter lingered in his thoughts, a bright note that contrasted sharply with the monotonous rhythm of academic life. They had only spent one day together, but something about her charm had captured his attention so completely that it felt as though time itself had paused just for them.
As he entered the classroom, the teacher’s voice pierced through his daydreams like a sharp knife, droning on about the Pythagorean theorem. The chalkboard was scrawled with complicated diagrams and equations, but Hotaru’s gaze drifted through the room, barely registering the lesson. He could feel the weight of boredom settling heavily on his shoulders. The teacher’s voice was a constant hum in the background, just a white noise to his swirling thoughts. He had completely zoned out, lost consciousness of his body as he sat there at his boring, sad little desk. Hotaru’s body may have been physically present, but his mind lingered. Exploring all the fantasies in his head, opening the doors that invited him to view a display of precious memories that he had cherished.
Hotaru’s thoughts drifted back to the hall where Sia-han had buzzed around them like an insistent mosquito, incessantly chanting about the ship “Yutaro.” He had grown increasingly weary of her relentless voice, but the words she uttered sparked something in him. He didn’t understand why, but the idea of being shipped with Yuri felt oddly appealing. Snap out of it, he chastised himself. I don’t like Yuri, definitely not, but… perhaps I do? No! Absolutely not.
Suddenly, the teacher’s voice cut through his reverie like a knife. “Hotaru, can you solve this equation?” The moment pulled him back from the fog of distraction. He glanced up at the daunting white board looming above him, a slick expanse filled with numbers and symbols that seemed to mock him. Algebra was far from his mind; he couldn’t muster a single care for it.
“Uh, 55?” he blurted out, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. His eyes darted around the classroom, feeling the weight of disapproving glares pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.
“Hotaru, this isn’t trivia! Solve for X!” The teacher’s voice cracked with frustration, and it echoed against the walls, clearly exasperated by Hotaru’s lack of engagement throughout the lesson. Her brows knitted together in disappointment, a familiar sight to him.
“Okay, fine,” Hotaru muttered, rolling his eyes as he braced himself for the predictable reprimand. He counted down in his head ,three… two… one,
“Mr. HOTARU, GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” The teacher’s voice boomed like a thunderclap in the stillness of the class. Hotaru shot up from his seat with surprising eagerness, a surge of adrenaline guiding his movements as he stepped into the hallway, grateful to escape the dreary confines of algebra.
The fluorescent lights flickered above, casting a harsh glow as he navigated the corridor, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished floor. Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as he slumped into the plush chair outside the principal’s office, his heart racing with a mix of anxiety and relief. The sleek, imposing door of the office loomed ahead like a fortress, and he was more than happy to let its sturdy walls shield him from the drudgery of lectures that hung heavy in the air.
Just then, the door to the office swung open, and out stepped Yuri, her presence a burst of sunlight. Clutching a sheet of paper with fervent excitement, she caught a glimpse of Hotaru and paused, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she approached him, a bright smile illuminating her face.
“Hi Hotaru! What are you doing here?” she asked, leaning in closer, her enthusiasm infectious. The hall, usually a place of stress and frustration, felt warmer in her presence.
“Well, it’s just these stupid teachers,” he replied, letting a hint of a grin surface. The corners of her mouth curled into a radiant smile, dispelling the remnants of the day’s tension.
“You know, you’re really funny,” she said, her words wrapping around him like a warm blanket on a chilly day. Hotaru blinked in disbelief, his heart fluttering in his chest. No one had ever labeled him that way. He was usually the quiet observer, often lost in his thoughts or the notorious troublemaker tagged with pitying glances. To be seen as humorous felt surreal, a refreshing twist in his otherwise monotonous existence.
“W-what were you doing?” he stuttered, his curiosity piqued as she carefully unfolded the paper in her hands, her excitement palpable.
“I’ve just been invited to be the student council president!” she exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with uncontainable joy, the kind that lit up even the dimmest of days. Hotaru’s heart swelled at the thought of their conversation continuing, the connection palpable between them. Yet, like a cruel twist of fate, their moment was abruptly interrupted.
“Come in,” boomed the principal’s voice from within her office, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
“Well, guess I gotta go,” Hotaru said reluctantly, the weight of disappointment settling in his stomach. He waved as he turned toward the door, wishing he could linger a little longer in her warmth.
“Bye!” she called, her wave lively and bright, the paper still triumphantly clutched in her hands, a symbol of new beginnings. Watching her retreat, he felt a pang of sadness wash over him. The thought that he could do nothing to change their situation gnawed at him. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the principal’s office, the heavy wood creaking ominously, and took a seat facing her, an air of authority radiating from her figure.
“So, I understand that you were being disrespectful towards a teacher,” she began, her voice steady and commanding. Her penetrating gaze bore into Hotaru, and for a moment, the room felt stifling. He was too lost in his swirling thoughts to truly focus. The day’s events morph into a hazy blur.
“Uhm, because math sucks and the teacher is an ass,” he replied, a teasing grin breaking across his face as he leaned back in the chair, arms casually positioned behind his head. The principal arched an eyebrow, a mix of incredulity and admiration crossing her features, as if she were confronting a puzzle that was both frustrating and oddly amusing.
“Young man, I’m going to ask you once more! Why?” Miss Shonobi demanded, her glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose, glinting ominously under the fluorescent lights.
“Like I said, Miss Shonobi, math class is a total drag, and honestly, you stupid school staff are just a bunch of clueless buffoons,” he shot back, punctuating his words with a dramatic eye roll that could rival any teenage soap opera star.
A flicker of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with a steely glare, as if ready to engage in the ultimate verbal duel. It was a game she never lost, but today, he was determined to change the rules.
“You are certainly an insolent fool, young man. If you do not stop the nonsense, I’m going to give you even more detention than I already plan to give you.” Miss Shonobi’s eyes narrowed, her voice a sharp blade slicing through the air.
Hotaru sighed, a heavy weight settling in his chest. There was something profoundly unsettling about Miss Shonobi today; she seemed to have completely lost her grip on reason. Resentment simmered beneath his skin, she was acting like a total dimwit, completely devoid of empathy.
It wasn’t as if he was intentionally trying to be disruptive; the truth was, he was just angry, not at her, but at the unfairness of it all. The world felt heavy with frustration. He shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair, attempting to mask his agitation.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again. Can I go to my next period now?” His voice was more subdued, laced with the hope that his plea might soften her wrath.
“Not so fast,” she snapped, her tone brooking no argument. “You are going to have detention every day after school for the rest of the week. I expect you to be here as soon as school ends.” The finality in her words echoed in the room, leaving little room for negotiation.
Hotaru felt the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. He hung his head low, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him. As he trudged out of the office, every step felt like an uphill battle. The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed above him, illuminating the dull, gray tiles that felt like they were closing in on him.
With a heavy heart, he trudged toward the science classroom, each footfall almost echoing the oppressive weight of the impending consequences that weighed him down. The laughter and animated chatter of his classmates swirled around him like a whirlwind, vibrant and alive, yet he felt painfully detached, an outsider in a world bustling with unfathomable joy. It was as if he were stuck in a fog, drowning in a sea of his swirling thoughts, each wave crashing in reminder of how unjust life had grown to feel.
Entering the classroom, he took a seat at the back, letting out a long, weary sigh. His eyes glazed over as he fixed them on the glowing screen of his computer. The world outside his thoughts faded to a dull hum, the teacher’s monotonous drone barely registering in his mind. Hotaru’s focus flickered like a dying lightbulb, teetering between the academic battle of the day and the thrilling game he had been secretly playing on his screen ,an escape from the tedious realm of science that left him uninspired and restless.
Suddenly, a voice sliced through his bubble of distraction: “Hey, do you have a pencil I could borrow?”
He snapped to attention, quickly switching tabs and looking up to meet the striking gaze of Yuri, her smile far too bright for the cramped and uninspiring classroom. It was as if sunlight had poured into his dreary world, illuminating every shadow. How could she maintain such a buoyant spirit in a place like this? he pondered, captivated by the warmth in her emerald green eyes that sparkled with vivacity.
“Uh, sure, I guess, but don’t you have any of your pencils?” he asked, his voice slightly tinged with nervousness. He felt a blush creeping up his neck as he studied her, the way her confidence was enveloped by a gentle innocence that made her all the more enchanting.
“Well, I was busy in the office and didn’t have time to grab my things, and I didn’t want to be late like you,” she said with a playful grin, her tone teasing yet lighthearted.
“Heh, being late is not the end of the world,” he replied, almost too quickly, his heartbeat quickening with anticipation as the conversation flowed. The moment lingered just a beat too long as their eyes held.
“Mrs. Yuri, please return to your desk if you’re done,” the teacher bellowed from the front of the room, cutting through the delicate thread of their exchange with the precision of a knife. Hotaru felt a pang of disappointment as he quickly handed her one of his standard pencils, the kind that came pre-packaged in school supply kits. As her soft, tiny fingers brushed against his during the handoff, an unexpected warmth blossomed in his chest, sparking sensations he had never felt before.
“Keep it,” he whispered as she turned away, her hair dancing like a cascade of golden grass in the wind as she skipped back toward her seat. She radiated an infectious joy that seemed to chase shadows from the edges of the classroom. As she settled down, carefully clutching her newfound pencil, Hotaru couldn’t help but think how utterly cute she was, how her presence seemed to illuminate the dullness surrounding them.
However, the moment was short-lived, interrupted by the unwelcome buzz of an annoying mosquito that had unfortunately borne witness to their interaction.
“Sooooo, do you like her?” came the mocking tone of Sia-han, that ever-annoying mosquito in his side. He turned around, annoyance bubbling under his skin. Of all the things he wished for at that moment, the most pressing was a can of mosquito repellent.
“No, of course not,” he lied, feigning nonchalance while attempting to evade her piercing gaze, which danced with mischief. He quickly shifted his focus back to the front of the class, where the teacher droned on about Earth’s natural disasters and the complexities of tectonic plates, seeming ignorant of the storm brewing within him.
Hotaru leaned back in his chair, allowing a soft sigh to escape his lips. The clock on the wall ticked away, each second felt like a mocking whisper, dredging time into a slow, agonizing crawl. He couldn’t shake the thoughts spiralling in his mind. What was Yuri doing at that very moment? Did she find science as exasperatingly tedious as he did? Was she as eager for the school day to conclude as he was? His imagination whisked him away, his mind swirling with visions of their innocent conversation and the shared moments that flickered through his thoughts like a movie reel.
He tried to focus, scribbling down notes that were destined for oblivion, as every word seemed to dissolve before he could grasp its meaning. Instead, he envisioned Yuri’s quick, radiant grin, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke, illuminating his dreary reality far more effectively than any teacher’s lesson could. Each thought of her sent shivers of excitement through him, igniting a bright spark of energy that chased away the shadows of monotony.
The minutes dragged on, yet his anticipation built like a crescendo, and he couldn’t wait for the final bell to ring. He yearned for the chance to steal a few more moments with Yuri, to get to know the girl who had somehow injected a dose of light into his dark world and perhaps even share a laugh or two, transforming the remaining hours of school from something mundane into a delightful adventure yet to unfold.
With that thought swirling through his mind like a whirlwind, he glanced at the clock again, secretly willing its hands to move faster. The tick-tock of the seconds seemed almost mocking, as if time itself were aware of his impatience. Outside, the world continued its relentless march, cars honking, students laughing, and the distant sounds of the city blending into a symphony of life. But within the confines of the classroom, time felt as if it had come to a standstill, the four walls closing in on him while his heart raced with the anticipation of seeing Yuri once again.
The final bell rang at last, echoing through the corridors like a sweet serenade that pierced through the monotony of the day. It signified the end of another long school day, and with that, the mundane classrooms faded away in his mind. He wasted no time, hurriedly gathering his belongings with a heart that thudded in rhythm with an eagerness he couldn’t quite put into words. The moment he dashed out into the main hall, the air felt different, charged with excitement and possibility.
As he raced down the stairs, he could feel the cool breeze emanating from the heavy doors leading to the outside world, a sharp contrast to the stale air of the classroom. The solid concrete floor felt grounding beneath his feet as he awaited Yuri’s arrival, each second stretching longer than the last.
He stood there, gently tapping his foot on the floor, anxiously glancing around, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of her before she even arrived. The sunlight poured in through the large windows, casting warm golden rays that illuminated the hall like a scene from a movie, but his focus remained solely on the staircase. His heart beat in a rapid rhythm, matching the soft tapping of his foot, a countdown to the moment he hoped would change everything.
Finally, her presence illuminated the space like a burst of sunlight breaking through the clouds. He watched with bated breath as her silk-like brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, the soft waves catching the light in a way that created an almost ethereal aura around her. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, he felt an unforeseen urgency swell in him; he could no longer contain himself. Bolting toward her, he was propelled not just by desire but by a deeper need to connect, to bridge the gap between daydream and reality.
“H-hey, Yuri!” he exclaimed, his voice slightly breathless but filled with warmth and genuine excitement. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade as he stumbled over his words, feeling as though he were pouring his heart out in that very moment. “It was fun seeing you today.” He hesitated, searching for the right words in the swirl of emotions flooding his mind.
“Oh yeah? I’m just so nice! Anyway, I know this gorgeous spot by the lake over there.” Yuri pointed into the distance, her finger tracing the outline of the small lake that sparkled like a thousand shards of glass under the midday sun, its surface reflecting the soft blue of the sky.
As she spoke, a breeze rustled through the nearby trees, carrying with it the light scent of blooming wildflowers. The warmth of the sun felt comforting against his skin, yet his heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he fumbled in his pocket for a piece of paper, his fingers trembling slightly. Each second felt like an eternity, amplifying the sense of anticipation swirling in his chest.
Finally, he pulled out the paper, a simple fold with his phone number scrawled across it, and handed it to her. As their fingers brushed against each other for a brief moment, he felt a spark, a jolt of electricity that coursed through him, igniting a warmth that spread from the tips of his fingers to his very core. The connection felt almost electric, as if that simple touch had forged an unspoken bond between them.
“Here’s my number. Feel free to text or call anytime,” he said, his voice a little shaky but filled with genuine hope. He flashed her a nervous smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in an attempt to convey his sincerity, even if his words stumbled clumsily in the air. He fixed his gaze upon her, hoping that she could see the earnestness in his eyes, wishing for this moment to become a cherished memory.
“Could you meet me at four?” Yuri inquired, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Absolutely, I’ll see you then,” came the reply, filled with warmth and eagerness.
Yuri’s eyes sparkled like stars twinkling in the night sky as she took the slip of paper, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. It was a smile that hinted at secrets yet to be revealed, a smile that engulfed him with a mixture of enchantment and exhilaration. With a light giggle that danced through the air like music, she spun on her heel and ran toward the green fields surrounding their school. Her laughter wrapped around him, a warm embrace that he yearned to hold onto, ringing in his ears long after she’d gone.
Hotaru stood there, entranced, watching her figure gradually disappear into the dappled shadows of the trees. The soft rustle of leaves whispering in the breeze and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop to the whirlwind in his thoughts. The image of her fleeing silhouette lingered like a precious memory inscribed on his heart, and for a moment, the world around him felt utterly surreal. The warmth of her laughter reverberated in his chest, a melody he craved to hear over and over, an echo of possibility.
As the sunlight began to dip towards the horizon, casting a golden hue over everything, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something magical had just begun. Hope bloomed within his heart, as vibrant and real as the flowers dotting the fields, bursting forth like a canvas painted with vivid colours. Would she call? Would she want to meet him by the lake? The thought stirred a genuine smile on his face, illuminating his features in a way that made him glow with optimism.
He realized that today had transformed something ordinary into something extraordinary, a spark of potential that felt like the beginning of a beautiful story. Every moment spent waiting, every hurried heartbeat, and every nervously spoken word had led him to this point, to the fleeting yet profound connection they had shared. He turned back toward the school, heart fluttering in tune with dreams yet to be explored, eager for what awaited him on the other side of uncertainty.
Hotaru sat by the shimmering lake, the water reflecting the soft hues of the evening sky. Waves lapped gently against the shore, creating a soothing soundtrack that both excited and calmed his racing heart. The sun was beginning its descent, casting golden rays that danced upon the surface of the water, creating a picturesque scene that matched the flutter of anticipation within him.
He fidgeted with the bouquet of sunflowers tucked beside him, their vibrant yellow
petals a stark contrast against the soft greens and blues of the surrounding nature. He had chosen them with care, hoping they would capture Yuri’s heart as they had captured his thoughts since the moment he saw her. Each sunflower symbolized adoration and loyalty, and he wished fervently that she would see the depth of his affection through their cheerful brightness.
As he waited, Hotaru’s mind wandered to all the shared moments they had, the laughter echoing in his memory like sweet music. He envisioned her radiant smile and the way her eyes sparkled when she found something enchanting. Just thinking about her stirred a warm feeling deep within, one that emboldened him yet magnified his nerves.
Suddenly, through the veil of trees, he caught a glimpse of her approaching. Time seemed to slow as his breath caught in his throat. There she was, a vision of beauty clad in a flowing white dress adorned with delicate blue flowers that fluttered softly in the evening breeze. The dress hugged her figure elegantly, showcasing her grace and charm, and she radiated a glow that made the surrounding world pale in comparison.
As she walked closer, the sunlight caught in her hair, transforming it into a halo of golden light that framed her face. Hotaru felt his heart race, each thump echoing the sweet rhythm of longing and admiration. He stared, entranced, as she laughed softly, the sound like a gentle melody that filled the air with warmth. In that breathtaking moment, he realized how profoundly she captivated him; she was not just enchanting, she was everything he had ever desired.
As their eyes met, a surge of emotion swept through him. The world around them faded, and all that remained was the profound connection that hung in the air, heavy with unspoken words. Hotaru’s heart swelled with a blend of excitement and fear, and at that moment, clarity washed over him. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was the one for him.
With a deep breath, he rose to greet her, the bouquet clutched tightly in his hands, a tangible expression of the love he hoped to share. This moment, so beautifully fragile yet profoundly significant, was the beginning of something he had always dreamed of but never dared to believe was possible. As he stepped toward her, he felt the thrill of possibility ripple through him, ready to embrace whatever the future held beside her.
“Hey Yuri! Over here,” Hotaru exclaimed
Yuri rushed over to him, her steps light and graceful, as if she were floating on air. She plopped down beside him, the space between them charged with an electric energy that neither dared to break with words. Their eyes met momentarily, a fleeting connection that sent a warm blush creeping across his cheeks. He turned away quickly, the heat in his face betraying the flurry of emotions bubbling within him.
As he stole glances at her, he found himself captivated by the way her hair danced in the gentle breeze, the strands glimmering like golden threads in the sunlight. It framed her face perfectly, highlighting her delicate features and the soft curve of her smile. His heart raced as he watched her, completely entranced by her presence.
Yuri’s laughter, like a soft melody, floated through the air, wrapping around him and soothing his tumultuous thoughts. Her voice had a way of calming the chaos around them, a gentle balm that eased his worries and filled his heart with warmth. Every syllable seemed to hush the world, making it just the two of them in that moment, a secret paradise amid the ordinary.
The sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a romantic glow over everything, making the moment feel even more enchanting. As they sat side by side, the warmth of her skin radiating against him, he felt an undeniable pull toward her, a magnetic bond that tethered their hearts together.
Time felt suspended, each second stretching into eternity, as he dared to dream of what could be. He imagined reaching out to take her hand, their fingers intertwining like the vines of blooming flowers. In that fantasy, they’d share whispered secrets under the stars, their laughter melding into the soft night air, forever intertwined in each other’s lives.
Hotaru stood nervously outside the small café, the vibrant sunflowers in his hands almost glowing in the soft afternoon light. He had spent the morning searching for the perfect bouquet, and when he finally found these sunflowers, bright, bold, and full of life, he knew they were meant for Yuri.
As he stepped inside, the familiar bell above the door chimed softly, instantly filling him with warmth at the sight of her. She sat at their usual table by the window, sunlight streaming in around her, casting a golden halo that made her look even more radiant than usual. Her laughter rang like music as she chatted with a friend, her smile genuine and infectious.
“Yuri,” Hotaru called, his voice slightly shaky as he approached her. She turned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. In that moment, all the nerves faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and admiration.
“I hope you like them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he presented the sunflowers. “You know you’re a good friend.” His heart raced as he watched her eyes widen in surprise.
Yuri reached out, her fingers brushing against the petals of the blooms. “Hotaru, these are beautiful!” she exclaimed, her smile brightening her entire face. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he interrupted gently, taking a seat across from her. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.” As she inhaled the sweet, earthy aroma of the flowers, Hotaru felt a familiar rush of affection. He wished, with all his heart, that they could be more than friends. But the thought always lingered in the back of his mind, the fear of ruining what they had.
Yuri took a moment to admire the sunflowers, her expression softening as she looked back at him.
“You look weird when the sun is shining on your face.” Yuri’s words broke through the seal of silence as she laughed at him.
Hotaru felt a wave of heat wash over his cheeks, a deep crimson blooming across his face as he sank his hands into the cool, soft grass, hiding his embarrassment. The gentle warmth of the sun above only intensified his humiliation as he lay on the ground, staring up at the endless blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds.
Yuri’s laughter danced through the air, a sweet, gentle sound that seemed to play with the gentle breeze. “I’m just kidding, Hotaru,” she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
With a sudden burst of energy, Hotaru propped himself up on his elbows, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. His heart raced as he caught sight of Yuri’s radiant smile. In that moment, she was like the sun itself, warm, inviting, and full of life.
Yuri turned her attention to the lake nearby, where the water’s surface shimmered like a thousand scattered diamonds under the sun’s embrace. The ripples created by a soft breeze glinted, creating a breathtaking mini rainbow that danced just above the surface. It was a perfect backdrop, almost too beautiful to be real.
As she placed her hands together in a delicate gesture, a whisper escaped her lips, floating softly on the wind like a prayer. “Please let Hotaru be better in math and science.” Her teasing gaze fell upon him, making his heart flutter.
Hotaru sighed dramatically, the weight of her playful plea settling on his shoulders. “I need to improve on it, though. I don’t want to fail school.” His voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of sadness in his eyes. The thought of disappointing both himself and Yuri weighed heavily on him. If he ever hoped to capture the heart of someone as brilliant and popular as she was, he knew he had to rise to the challenge of his studies.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Hotaru and Yuri found themselves deeply immersed in conversation. The air was filled with the scent of blossoming cherry trees, their delicate petals fluttering down like soft pink snowflakes. They had spent what felt like hours sharing stories about their favourite classes, discussing their dreams for the future, and laughing at the little quirks of their school life.
“I can’t believe you actually pulled off that prank in chemistry class,” Hotaru chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I thought Mr. Takeuchi was going to burst a blood vessel!”
Yuri laughed, a sound that was bright and infectious. “I know! I thought he was going to throw his chalk at me. But it was worth it to see his face when the beaker exploded, well, not literally exploded, just a little fizz and pop.”
Hotaru leaned back against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his heart racing with the thrill of their conversation. “You really have a knack for getting into hilarious situations. I mean, who else would accidentally set off the fire alarms during art class while trying to impress their crush?”
“Hey now! That was just an unfortunate miscalculation with the wax,” Yuri replied, feigning indignation, but his grin gave him away. “I honestly thought using a lighter would create a cool effect. I didn’t mean to turn the art room into a smokehouse!”
Just then, the sky began to shift from its radiant blues and pinks to deeper shades of purple and indigo. Hotaru, caught up in the laughter and warmth of the moment, didn’t notice until he felt a gentle chill in the air. He glanced up, surprised to see stars beginning to twinkle overhead, a clear indication that time had slipped away from them.
Yuri followed his gaze. “Wow, it got dark fast. I guess we lost track of time, huh?”
Hotaru shifted on his feet, both reluctant and concerned. “I think we’d better head back now; it’s getting late. Would you like me to walk you home?”
Yuri waved a hand dismissively, trying to contain the warmth blooming in her cheeks. “No, it’s alright, Hotaru, thank you! I can manage. I live just around the corner after all.”
Hotaru tilted his head slightly, studying Yuri’s face. “Are you sure? It’s a bit spooky at night, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
A playful smirk appeared on Yuri’s lips. “Spooky? Please! The only thing that haunts me at night is my homework!” They shared another laugh, the sound echoing into the night.
“Okay, fair enough. But promise me you’ll text me when you get home?” Hotaru insisted, brow furrowing slightly in concern.
“Alright, I promise,” Yuri replied, giving a reassuring nod. “Now, go home before I get the urge to give you a safety lecture!”
Hotaru chuckled, a soft light in his eyes. “Deal. See you at school tomorrow, then?”
“Of course!”
Hotaru watched Yuri walk away and turn the corner, ensuring that she made it back safe before heading home himself.

* * *
The next day at school, Hotaru practically sprinted down the hall, his heart racing with excitement, because he had Phys. Ed. first thing in the morning. All the grade 11s had Phys. Ed. together, which meant he would finally get to see Yuri right at the start of his day. The thought of her bright smile made his heart flutter as he dashed through the entrance of the gym.
As he entered, the bustling atmosphere of the gymnasium enveloped him. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor and the excited chatter of his classmates filled the air. Spotting Yuri across the gym, he momentarily lost control of his feet and nearly collided with her. He stumbled forward, his excitement overwhelming him, and toppled into her with a grin plastered on his face.
“Ack! Sorry, Yuri, I’m so clumsy!” he exclaimed, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of crimson.
Yuri laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s alright, Hotaru. Everyone makes mistakes,” she replied with kindness, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Hotaru stared intently at her, a mock frown on his face. “You forgot to text me last night,” he said, crossing his arms and giving her a playful side-eye that prompted a smile from her.
Yuri’s face softened as she prepared to explain herself. “I’m so sorry! I fell asleep as soon as I hit my bed,” she admitted, her gaze earnest as she looked into his eyes, bracing herself for his reaction. But instead of anger, he just stood there for a moment, his expression shifting into one of relief.
“It’s fine, I’m just happy that you’re okay,” he said, a warm smile breaking across his face, displaying his pearly whites.
Feeling a rush of warmth in her own heart, Yuri instantly felt at ease. “Come on, Hotaru! I think Mr. Haizou is calling for us to play dodgeball,” she said, her competitive spirit igniting as she pulled him by the arm, dragging him toward the groups forming on the gym floor.
The brightly colored dodgeballs were spread out on the ground, and students were making alliances, strategizing and choosing sides. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and a dash of anxiety as laughter and playful shouts echoed.
Mr. Haizou, with his rugged features and a voice that could carry over a thunderstorm, surveyed the teams and pointed at a group of students. “Alright, everyone! Join a team and let’s get started!” he bellowed, his gruff voice commanding attention.
Yuri and Hotaru joined a team with some of their friends: Kaito, who was known for his impressive throwing arm, and Mei, who had a knack for dodging balls like a pro. They formed a line, adrenaline coursing through them as they anticipated the thrill of the game.
As the whistle blew, the gym erupted into chaos. The teams scattered, and the first few throws were made with ferocity. Hotaru instinctively dove to the side as a ball hurtled past him, narrowly missing his shoulder. He glanced over at Yuri, who was already in the thick of it, ducking and weaving with impressive agility.
“Yuri! Watch out!” he called out, but it was too late. A rogue dodgeball came flying toward her, but with a swift movement, she caught it effortlessly, a triumphant grin breaking across her face. The cheers and gasps from her teammates fueled her confidence.
Hotaru was mesmerized by her determination. As the game continued, he began to play more strategically, positioning himself near Yuri to protect her from oncoming balls. In one moment, he saw a ball heading straight for her and shouted, “Yuri, duck!”
Without hesitation, she dove to the ground, and as she landed, Hotaru felt a surge of adrenaline. He seized the opportunity, snatching a nearby ball and retaliating with a powerful throw that knocked out one of the opposing players.
“Nice shot!” Yuri yelled, her voice filled with excitement and admiration as she scrambled back to her feet, ready to continue the fight.
With their camaraderie strengthened during the game, the two exchanged glances and smiles, their connection deepening with every throw and dodge. Laughter rang out across the court; the thrill of the game drawing them closer. They worked seamlessly, anticipating each other’s movements, creating a little bubble of joy amidst the chaos around them.
As the end of the game approached and the teams were neck and neck, Hotaru could feel the electricity in the air. The final whistle blew, and while they didn’t win, the sense of teamwork and fun made them feel like champions.
Breathless and exhilarated, Hotaru and Yuri exchanged high-fives. “Can we make this a weekly thing?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“Absolutely!” Yuri replied eagerly, her enjoyment evident on her face. “I had so much fun!”
As they headed off the court, laughing and chatting about the game, Hotaru realized that no matter the outcome, moments like these were what he cherished most,fun-filled days with Yuri that made each school day brighter.
Yuri and Hotaru walked briskly down the bustling hallway, their footsteps echoing on the polished tiles as they navigated through clusters of students chatting excitedly about the day ahead. The air was thick with the scent of new textbooks and the anticipation of new lessons. They had physics and language arts together, a back-to-back block that made each day feel like an adventure in duality: the laws of the universe contrasted with the creativity of language.
As they approached the door to the physics classroom, a wave of anxiety washed over Hotaru. His heart raced as he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Akeami, who was deftly scribbling on the whiteboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was known for her meticulous seating plans; students often joked that they could feel the tension in the room as everyone anxiously awaited their placement. Hotaru glanced sideways at Yuri, who offered an encouraging smile that seemed to ease his nerves just a little.
After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Mrs. Akeami finally turned around, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the class. “Alright, everyone. Settle down! I’ve just finalized the new seating arrangements.” Hotaru’s stomach flipped as he craned his neck to scan the seating chart. He spotted his name in bold lettering: Group 4, Hotaru, Yuri, and Hayashi. A sense of relief washed over him, quickly turning into excitement. He would be seated with Yuri in physics, and the prospect of tackling the mysteries of Newton’s laws together felt much less daunting.
He walked toward the assigned seat, which was perfectly positioned facing the whiteboard where Mrs. Akeami was now explaining the class objectives. Hotaru settled into the seat, his notes on Newton’s laws at the ready, the crisp pages awaiting his pen’s careful movements. The classroom was filled with an intriguing mix of posters depicting various scientific concepts, from gravitational pull to the intricacies of motion, all vying for the students’ attention.
Mrs. Akeami started her lecture, her voice rich with enthusiasm as she began to unravel the complexities of force and motion. She expertly engaged the students with demonstrations, using a small cart and weights to visually illustrate how varying forces affect movement. Hotaru found himself leaning forward in his seat, completely absorbed. He shared glances with Yuri, who was equally enthralled.
“Okay class, let’s put this into practice,” Mrs. Akeami said, breaking the spell of silence that had enveloped them. Hotaru could feel the excitement building in the room as she announced that they would be conducting a hands-on experiment in pairs. “You’ll work together to measure the acceleration of a cart down a ramp. Remember to take your time, discuss your hypothesis, and let science guide you!”
Hotaru was thrilled at the opportunity to collaborate with Yuri. They gathered their materials,a cardboard ramp, a stopwatch, and various weights, and moved to a far corner of the room. As they set up the experiment, laughter and light-hearted banter flowed freely between them. Hotaru explained his initial thoughts on how heavier weights would increase acceleration, while Yuri chimed in with questions that deepened their exploration of the concepts.
Their experiment unfolded with unexpected results, prompting discussions about the forces at play. Hotaru felt a rush of joy as they calculated their findings together, appreciating how they navigated the challenges of science, much like navigating the complexities of friendship. For Hotaru, sitting in that classroom, surrounded by the hum of learning alongside Yuri, felt like the perfect fusion of knowledge and companionship.
With each passing moment, the physics class transformed from a subject of nerves into a shared journey of discovery, leaving Hotaru looking forward to every step of their academic adventure ahead.
As the clock ticked down to the end of Period 2, excitement filled the classroom. Hotaru could feel the buzz in the air as his classmates packed up their things, eagerly anticipating the next lesson. With a quick glance at the clock, he gathered his notebook and pencil, ready to head to Language Arts with Ms. Kaoru.

Once in the language arts classroom, the atmosphere shifted to a more focused energy. Ms. Kaoru welcomed them warmly and introduced the day’s lesson: the art of letter writing. She explained how letters were not just notes on paper but a way to connect, share thoughts, and express feelings. The students listened intently, jotting down tips on structure, tone, and the importance of proper etiquette.
After Ms. Kaoru provided examples of different types of letters, friendly, formal, and even thank-you notes, she instructed the class to write their own letters to a peer. Hotaru’s mind immediately jumped to Yuri.
As Hotaru sat at his desk, he pondered what to write. He wanted his letter to reflect not just the friendship they shared but also the admiration he felt for her creativity and kindness. He decided to make it special by including a poem, something he had never done before.

With a few deep breaths, he began to write:

Dear Yuri,

In a world of laughter, you brightly shine,
With every kind word, you make life divine.
Your smiles are like sunshine on a rainy day,
And in my heart, you hold a special place, I must say.
Your friendship is very nice,
So let us share a sculpture of ice,

Hotaru

He paused for a moment, contemplating how to express the rest of his thoughts. As he folded the letter neatly, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of nerves. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if the poem was too mushy? But deep down, he knew this was a chance to share his feelings, to be vulnerable in a way that could strengthen their bond.
Meanwhile, the rest of the class buzzed with activity. Students exchanged ideas about what to write, and laughter erupted as they read snippets of their letters to each other. A group of friends huddled together, trying to come up with the wittiest opening line for their letters, while another student flipped through a thesaurus, searching for just the right word to impress.
Ms. Kaoru walked among the desks, offering encouragement and guidance. “Remember, it’s about expressing yourself honestly,” she reminded them. “Don’t be afraid to let your personality shine through your words.”
When it was time to send their letters, Hotaru felt both a thrill and a twinge of anxiety as he walked to the front of the class, letter in hand. He slid it into the designated envelope, taking a moment to imagine Yuri’s reaction upon receiving it. Would she smile? Would her cheeks flush just a little?
As the class wrapped up, Hotaru felt a sense of accomplishment. He had taken a step beyond the usual banter of friendship, and while he could only wait to see how Yuri would respond, he understood the power of words a little more that day. With a hopeful heart, he left the classroom, excited about what this small act of courage might bring.
As they settled into a quiet corner of the library, Hotaru and Yuri found a small table by a window, where soft light filtered through the glass. The scent of old books mingled with the delicious aroma wafting from their lunches. Hotaru carefully opened his lunchbox, revealing perfectly marinated bulgogi glistening with a savoury glaze, while Yuri’s tempura was adorned with a light, crispy batter, each piece as golden as a crumbly autumn leaf.
“Wow, yours looks amazing!” Hotaru exclaimed, nodding appreciatively toward the tempura.
Yuri beamed, visibly pleased. “Thanks! My mom made it this morning. She always says the secret is in the batter.”
With a laugh, Hotaru took a bite of his bulgogi, the tender meat bursting with flavour. “I have to admit, my bulgogi is pretty great too. You should try it!” he urged, holding out a piece for her.
Yuri leaned in with a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes. “Okay, I’ll trade you a piece of tempura for that!” They exchanged bites, savouring the mix of their cuisines.
“Oh, this is fantastic!” Hotaru said after chewing. “Your mom really does have a secret recipe. I swear I could eat this every day.”
Yuri chuckled, her cheeks slightly flushed with delight. “You might be my best friend, but I don’t know if I can handle that kind of pressure!”
Hotaru laughed heartily. “Okay, okay, let’s not go overboard. But I’d definitely take it over cafeteria food any day.”
As they talked, their conversation flowed easily, peppered with shared jokes and stories from class. They discussed their plans for the weekend and whether they’d finally tackle that new video game they’d both been excited about.
“I can’t believe we’ve been talking for almost an hour! We should probably head back soon,” Yuri said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
“Just a few more minutes?” Hotaru pleaded, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. “I still want to hear about your latest anime binge!”
Yuri’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Alright! But you have to promise to tell me what happens next in that book you’re reading!”
With laughter echoing softly around them, they savoured the last bites of their meal, grateful for the momentary escape the library provided from the bustling school day.

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