MYSTERY GIRL. . .

— au where they met differently ! :D

Head hung low, Yashiro strode on the school hallway in short steps, the teal tips of her cream hair bouncing along her rhythm. On her arms were a plethora of books, about to fall off in any given minute even with a slight nudge, but Yashiro was too busy trying to blend in with the crowd to notice.

"Chin up. Your tiara's falling," a honeyed voice said with a silvery tone. Yashiro looked up to see a girl beside her, eyes half-lidded and green hair styled gracefully.

Yashiro's cheeks flushed all of a sudden, not expecting a girl to appear beside her and say such things (that basically insinuated she's a princess of some sort). Her grip on her books turned limp, causing some of the dull-colored objects to fall on the ground loudly. If it's still possible, Yashiro's face became even more red than ever, and this time, it's from embarrassment.

"But I don't—" she fretted, staring right at the pretty girl's eyes with a dazed expression— "I don't wear a tiara."

The girl smiled. Small, but still evident with the way her soft lips curled upwards — Yashiro couldn't help but feel a bit of pride to know she was capable of making this girl (who seems devoid of any emotions) smile. "It's what my mother used to say all the time to me, to keep me from slouching. Princesses need to raise their heads."

No wonder why you look so graceful, Yashiro thought, like a ballerina. And it was no understatement either. This female in front of her looked like a doll that you'd see in model magazines (if that makes sense): long lashes, naturally flushed cheeks, plump lips, and the beauty of a stunner; a temptress, if not even more.

"You should do the same."

"Ah, uhm, of course!" Yashiro stammered out. The girl with green hair bent down a bit and picked up the books that Yashiro couldn't get a hold of then continued walking. Confused, Yashiro followed her footsteps and saw the way boys would look twice when they'd see the beauty, wobbly grins on their faces. She doesn't blame them. Yashiro tried to mimick her poise, shoulders relaxed, chin up, and back curved in the perfect way, the way royals did it.

"I'll help you on the way," she said, bringing back Yashiro's attention to her. It's not like it needed effort, anyway — It was natural that your attention would gravitate to her. "You were struggling a bit with these. I assume it's alright for you?" Her green eyes (that Yashiro swore sparkled with hints of yellow gold) glanced at Yashiro momentarily, expecting an answer right away.

"Ah, sure!" It was more than alright. Even though she tried to hide the fact that carrying tons of books were a bit hard, it is nice to get help from someone. "Sorry for the trouble."

"Not at all, Yashiro-san."

She knows my name!? And just like that, Yashiro's mind began to race, nerve-racked and distressed from the thought of this girl knowing her name and yet Yashiro doesn't know hers!? What if they met before? That would be on an astronomical level of embarrassing. "How do you know my name?" She whispered, not intending for this girl to hear.

The girl chuckled lightly, twirling a strand of her green hair with her free hand. "I am sorry if that was a bit off-putting. You see, Yashiro-san, we have a few. . .things in common."

"Like what?" Was Yashiro's instinctive question. Things in common? With her? This girl has slender legs and they most definitely not have that in common (unfortunately for Yashiro). The only similarity is probably that they're both students from Kamome, probably. Hopefully.

"Perhaps black, choppy-haired, capricious ghosts would ring a bell?"

That was suspiciously specific, but Yashiro glossed over her words and instead opted to figure out who exactly this girl is. A second year? A third year? Why is that Yashiro has never seen this girl around before? Stunning looks such as hers would've gained attention — this girl standing right beside Yashiro could easily be the queen of Kamome. (Then again, they'd prefer the adorable and dainty Aoi instead of this mysterious beauty).

"We're here," the green-eyed girl announced, "would you like me to help you set this on your desk?" She asked. A smile didn't grace her lips anymore, but there was still a gentle glint that remained in her emerald orbs, making Yashiro feel at ease.

"Not really, no," Yashiro replied and watched as the girl carefully gave her the books. The cream-haired girl beamed a smile, cheeks glowing red. "Thank you very much! I hope I wasn't a bother!"

"Not at all, Yashiro-san." Then she smiled again — the same smile that Yashiro is more than a 100% sure is sculpted by Gods from above because that simple turn of her lips is ethereal. Amusement flickered in those eyes of hers as Yashiro gaped at her. "We'll see each other again, Nene."

Yashiro blinked, still clumsily holding her books (that she almost forgot why she was even carrying in the first place), and stepping up. "W-Wait! I—"

As students passed by and dispersed like smoke, the woman left no trace, disappeared into thin air. They acted like she didn't even walk there in the first place. Or was Yashiro just imagining things?

Just who was this girl?

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Requested by: _Love-Senpai_

😳😳✨ Honestly i have no words,,
I just love Sakura just as much as i love Yashiro which is a l o t.
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