When Amane is six she watched as Tsukasa played with the wooden car he was given on their birthday. In her hold, there's the doll that happend to be her gift. Unlike her brother who was playing loudly in the center of their room, she sat quietly in a corner near the window.

Her eyes feel like burning for a moment.

She wished to be like her brother.

When Amane is eight she stayed at home reading about the stars. She would sometimes see Tsukasa running down their street from the window, laughing and screaming and being problematic like every other child. He would then return home with dirty clothes, sweaty skin and a big smile.

She would then look down at her own clothes.

Unlike her brother, Amane's smelled nice, her skin was clean, and her lips pressed on a thin line.

She wished to be like her brother.

When Amane is ten she stared at her reflextion for more than was worth. The uniform was of a lovely color and cute design, Amane didn't mind it at all. However, the problem happened when looking at herself with such uniform. It felt alien, it didn't feel right. Amane didn't feel like herself in any way when being aware of wearing it. She would then look at Tsukasa, a plain shirt, a tie and pants. No particular design, but still distinctive from the school.

No matter how much she stared, the feeling stayed.

She wished to be like her brother.

When Amane is twelve she stays still in the bathub. Watching as the blood makes its way towards the drain, she hugs her knees. She can hear Tsukasa's voice from outside in the backyard, splashes and giggles reaching her ears. They have both entered the phase when they start to change. They are changing, and Amane wishes her to not. It's because she's changing that she can't go play in the water. It's because she's changing that she now needs to wear diferent kind of clothes. Tsukasa does not need to go though what she does every month, Tsukasa does not need to change as much as she does.

She brings her knees closer, only to be reminded that now her chest is not the same.

She wishes to be her brother.

—

When Amane is thirteen, she fails to her brother.

Everything crumbles and then ends miserably.

Because she's Amane, never Tsukasa.

—

When Amane died, she never expected to befriend someone after years of solitude.

In the early morning Yashiro have come visited her using the excuse that because she arrived late, the professor would not let her in until the next class begins. Now, Yashiro is teaching her who to braid while talking about anything that crosses her mind.

They talk about food; of how donnuts can be made of anything with enough imagination.

"If there can be the meatloafs and meat pie, then do meat donnuts are a thing?"

"No way, donnuts should be sweet!"

They talk about supernaturals; of how varied they can be, from cute mokkes to scary monsters.

"Sometimes I stare at the mokkes during class, the professor then would then scold be for 'spacing out' but I can't help it, they are adorable!"

"Well, they might be cute but I still can't beat them at cards tho."

They would talk about boys; handsome, dorky, charming.

"Can you imagine? A charming prince to have eyes on me? It would be like a dream!"

"Yashiro... you say all these types of boys but so far I only know two, the kid and his scary brother."

Well, in the end more like Yashiro fantasizing about boys. Still, she didn't mind as long as it fill the silence of her day a day. Yashiro's voice became a sweet distraction to all the things that tormented her mind. Yashiro's visits became something to look forward every day. Yashiro's precense became to good to be true.

She can feel her fingers though her hair, tangling between her locks with agility as she knows what to do. When trying to imitate her movements Hanako only tries, fails, and starts again. Then, for just a moment Hanako looks up from her hands, Yashiro is still rumbling about something while her focus uninterrupted. She watches her with facination her long lashes, pink lips and chubby cheeks.

Hanako feels her body relax, as funny sensations start flutter inside her. She knows what she feels, to accepting it, that's another thing for her problem list.

"I'm so happy to have another friend to spend time with."

Because Amane was a girl, when she died Amane became as the supernatural known as Hanako. Because Hanako was summoned by Yashiro, she doesn't really know how but they became close. Because Hanako is a girl, Yashiro is happy to be friends with her.

Amane wanted to be a boy. Hanako wishes to be a boy.

Maybe, if Amane was a boy, Hanako then could have met Yashiro as one too. Maybe in that reality Hanako could have been Yashiro's prince charming.

But she can only imagine. Because she is a girl, and so, Yashiro's friend.

"Ah! You made it! That looks pretty good Hanako!"

And maybe that's the way things should be.