"It's okay, Hanabi doesn't mind these things..."
The gentle wind of the summer courtyard carried her soft voice, "Sakisa-chan said she's really disliked, but actually, Hanabi feels the same..."
"How could that be!? Hanabi-chan, you're such a good person," Kitagawa Sakisa lifted the bento box in her hand, "You even made a bento for someone like me who you've barely met."
The bright shade under the sunlight cast a green hue on the girl's downcast face.
Hanamaru Hanabi sat upright on the bench, her head lowered, eyes focused on her interlocked hands resting on her pleated skirt:
"People always used to say Hanabi is disgusting, hoping Hanabi would... just disappear..."
Kitagawa Sakisa could clearly sense something was off about her emotions, and quickly asked, "No, no way, why would they say that?"
[Whatever someone asks you to do, you just do it, isn't that being cheap?]
[Stop looking like that all the time, pretending to be pitiful? It's disgusting, you know that?]
