HATE

/hāt/

noun: hate; verb: hates

an intense or passionate dislike

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What a strong word.

Hate means Yashiro disliked something with a passion, there's a quality that she didn't like about Hanako, and that itself is already a bit too much.

Maybe Yashiro wouldn't exactly use hate, it's more like a bit of dislike. With that being said, Yashiro never really found anything to hate (or dislike) about Hanako. With all these things she loves written on a piece of paper, messily hand-written as she rambled on and on about the boy who captured her heart (even if she said she won't turn this into a novel) she felt as if she described all of him already and there's nothing else more to hate.

His voice plays on her mind everyday, and when it does, she craves her presence like a human's hunger for food — it was like she needed him around. Hanako can rant on and on and Yashiro won't mind, in fact, she'll like it. It wasn't that Hanako had a voice of a siren or anything like that, but it's calming and lulling you to sleep, especially when he gets serious when talking about astronomy (of course, Yashiro would never sleep on him talking!).

Hanako's height is adorable. The perfect for someone like Yashiro. Nothing else more to go into detail to.

His eyes were a constant whirlpool of swirling emotions that shift from time to time. Yashiro liked it when his eyes light up brighter than any object that gives off light; sun, moon, stars, nothing could compete when Hanako gets happy.

His habits and personality is what makes Hanako. . .well, Hanako. Every single trait — no matter how blasphemous, aka his pervy words and actions — Yashiro can't help but adore him.

And then she fell. She fell for him. Fell for his everything, it drew her in, lured her as if she never had a choice in the first place. Hanako is an enigma, sure, but that's what makes you be on your toes whenever he's around. Everyday is a new territory Yashiro won't hesitate to explore.

Is there anything to hate?

Yashiro gasped. She knew now.