You sat on the roof with your notebook in hand and all the books you could find about the seven wonders surrounding you as you wrote down notes.

"Whatcha doin'?" 

You jumped and turned to see Hanako hovering next to you as he peered over your shoulder curiously. You sighed before turning back to your work.
"Extra credit work," you responded. "The school year is ending and thanks to everything that's happened, my grades have dropped. So, to bring them up, I decided to do a paper on the seven wonders."
"Hold on," Hanako muttered when his eyes landed on the book in front of you. "How come you're doing Mr. Tsuchigomori and not me?" He pouted.
"Well, my first thought was to do you, but then I remembered that I know a lot about you that exceeds the rumor. Like the fact that you're actually a boy or that you have a brother, just a lot more than what they put in your book, so what do you expect me to do when they ask where I got all this from?" 
"Whatever," Hanako huffed. "But to make it up to me, you have to come to visit me this afternoon."
"Sorry," you said, giving him an apologetic look. "I have other things to do."
"Like what?" You sighed, putting your paper down and turning to him.
"I meant to talk to you about this," you muttered. "You know I'm a third year, right?" Hanako nodded slowly, already not liking where this was going.
"Well, Mr. Tsuchigomori told me about Yashiro. He told me that she left and promised you that she'd come back, but she didn't. He said that you think that you're scared that I'll abandon you like she did."  You failed to notice Hanako clench his fists in anger. "I...I just wanted to let you know that I won't abandon you. I'll come back to this school like Sakura did. I could come and become a teacher, or I could... I don't know, but I'll think of something, alright?" Hanako stayed silent.
"Look, I know Yashiro might have-"
"Don't say that name." Your eyes widened as Hanako raised his head to reveal the tears in his eyes. "Don't ever say that name again! If I ever hear you say that name I'll-" He stopped when he noticed your fearful expression.
"I...I'm sorry," you muttered, and Hanako sighed, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down before holding out his pinky finger.
"Do...You promise that you won't forget about me?" He asked timidly, and you stared at him for a moment before smiling as you intertwined your little finger with his.
"Yeah...I promise that I won't forget about you."

Once he let go, you picked up your notebook and continued taking notes for your assignment.
"Also, I probably won't be able to visit you at least after school. I have a to-" You looked up only to see that Hanako had disappeared, and you sighed.

'I'll just have to check on him later.'

Hanako returned to his bathroom and stood there for a moment, trembling in anger.

'I could...come and become a teacher like Sakura...or I could... I don't know, but I'll think of something alright.'

As much as he wanted to believe you, he couldn't help but recall that that was almost exactly what she had said, and he couldn't ignore the voice in his head saying that you were lying.

You were going to leave him.

You were going to forget about him.

'And all you're going to do is hurt her in the end. You may have been able to change your future once, but I doubt you'll be able to do it again.'

Hanako pulled out his knife with shaky hands and stared at his reflection in it as Sakura's words came to mind. He smirked as he let out a quiet hum as the fear and anger at the thought of you leaving clouded his mind and blocked off all rational thinking. 

"Maybe I won't be able to change my future this time." 

"Tonight, we celebrate the third-years who will be entering a new chapter in their lives. The expectations for you young men and women will be even higher as you enter this new phase, but tonight, I want you to forget about all of that and enjoy partying as high schoolers one last time!"

You stood in the corner, far away from the dance floor while the fact that you had no actual friends made itself more apparent to you.

But deep down, you were happy with the friends you had made.

Your eyes widened, seeing Haku-joudai appear in front of you. You titled your head in confusion as it swirled around you for a moment before floating out of the nearest exit.
"Geeze, Hanako, if you want me to go somewhere, you could just come and tell me yourself," you muttered as you followed Haku-joudai out of the school and into the garden. At first, you didn't see anyone, making you even more confused.
"Hanako?" You called as you made your way to the flower bed where you finally spotted Hanako, standing there, his hands behind his back and his head lowered with his hat hiding his facial expression.
"You look good," he complimented, and you smiled.
"You think so?" you asked. "I hate dressing up. If it weren't for my mother, I'd have just come in my regular clothing." You noticed Hanako was still acting strange.
"Hey," you said softly. "If you're here to say your good byes or something, you don't have to just yet. I mean, we still have another week before school gets out, so-" You stopped when Hanako suddenly appeared in front of you, a strange look in his eye as he lifted your chin to look at him.

"I hope you can forgive me," he muttered, and you opened your mouth to question him only for your eyes to widen when he pressed his lips against yours softly, his hand moving to the back of your neck to keep you in place. The kiss was passionate and eager, almost like he had wanted to do this for some time now. You stood there in shock, and by the time your mind registered what had happened, he had already pulled away.
"Hanako..." you muttered, your face heating up. "That was my first-"
"This'll only hurt for a second, okay?" He whispered before kissing you again, and you felt a throbbing pain coming from the side of your head before everything went dark.

Hanako let you go, letting you fall to the ground in the middle of the flowers. He watched as blood poured from the stab wound on the side of your head, drenching the flowers around you. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at his bloodied knife before kneeling to grab your hand and pressing it against the side of his face, savoring your warmth one last time. 

"Don't worry," he whispered. "Now, we'll never be apart."