7. Natsui Mahana. Class 3-A, Karakura Highschool. Eighteen-years of age. Known braniac and dreamer.

Mahana loved Karakura, or she once loved Karakura.

Karakura was once so simple, yet so large and she loved that. Loved going out and meeting people, everyday was an adventure. But above all, she loved learning.

She always had a question, always wanted a response, always wanted more.

But back then she had friends, friends to tell her she was working too hard or being too weird, now she had very little.

Little else, but her grades, she thought holding up the results of her latest essay. 100% circled by red ink marred the top of the page, the second one this unit and Mahana, Mahana glared at it as if willing it to go away.

She hated consistent perfect scores, it meant there was nothing else left to learn in this unit. Nothing else to learn this unit meant nothing else to do and that meant she had time to think. Thinking always lead her back to Hollows and Hollows always left her angry. She hated being angry, because anger was a sign something was wrong and that's how Mahana thought.

As a child, she'd always lived in extremes. Too much attention or too little attention. Not thinking enough or over thinking, she always lived like that and she hated that as well.

Currently, Mahana hated a lot of things. Ranging from friends, to days outs and even colours like black and white.

The only thing she still loved doing was learning and even then it was a hollow kind of love, a love she only had because it distracted her. Learning kept her mind off of things and it let her forget and she loved learning in the same way she loved Science and Japanese Literature, because she always loved finding something different and she always loved adventure and as far as she's concerned, learning was the best kind of adventure.

The thing about learning, she thought biting on her mechanical pencil, is that it never hurt you, not really, not ever. A math equation would never lie to you or ostracise you, with math equations you only ever have two choices, you choose the right answer or the wrong answer and that's how they were simple.

People however, people were hard to read and the amount of choices one could make concerning people were infinite, as were the outcomes. You mess up once, you give people one reason to not trust you, then suddenly everything was different and Mahana never understood that. Because she could never ever turn away a friend, even now when the sight of them made her knuckles white and her palms bleed, if they asked for her help, she'd give it without a second thought.

Clenching her fist at the small reminder of her friends, of the kids they once were, Mahana breathes deeply, pulls out a Japanese Literature text and reads.

She reads about characters and origins, despite being in ethics class, reads even though she shouldn't and for another hour Mahana can pretend that she can still stand Karakura. She can still pretend that she's not going leave to the furthest University, that would take her, in Japan after graduation, if only for a little while longer, she can pretend that she's still fifteen and Tatsuki sits next to her and all of her friends whisper to each other while she pretends she's not eavesdropping.

Mahana smiles into her book and for just a little while longer, she convinces herself she still loves Karakura with all of her heart.

For a little while longer, she can dream of friendships, relationships and laughter. For a little while longer she can forget the blurry things that attack her and her friends, can forget the roars that keep her up at night and forget all the broken promises.

For just another hour, everything is simple and wonderful and she loves it.

Mahana was actually supposed to be a lot more bitter than this, but this how she ended up being. Lol her and Keigo should switch places, because she's lying to herself way better than he's lying to himself. So she's constantly dreaming, her vice is she's convincing herself that this fantasy world is real and when it turns out to be fake, she gets even more hurt in the process... Anyway thank you for reading this far, this is the end of the series I guess, I don't think I'll update it so it will say complete, but who knows for sure? Again, thanks and bye.