geranium garden (ycsh), 2-5

// white, 05


The preparation of ‘Elysion’ is getting harder day by day. She must spare no room of doubt or indecision. Unlike Yachiyo or Mei Fan who’s there for longer despite it is their first time to be in the stage play Elysion, Shiori should use the short time wisely.

Drenched in the rain could spell a cold for her, but at the time, she cared for nothing.

Then, Yachiyo found her. Instead going back to the student council office, they were straight back to the dormitory, drying up. The pinkette told her to take the bath first, considering how bad she’s drenched, but she didn’t answer when the older girl asked why she’s walking in the rain.

The weight that her heart carried is starting to rot as a guilt.

The warmth of the running water coming from the shower only serves as a void to her thawing heart.

She is only a hindrance to Edels. She is the reason her sister needs to leave. She only benefits on her sister’s leave by taking on her throne. She is ‘Yumeoji’. She shared the same name as the former Frau Jade, it is easy for her to take the throne.

She is nobody. She shouldn’t be on the stage in the first place.

“—Shiori?”

Ah, Yachiyo-senpai is calling again. The running water is only the answer.

Yachiyo is the same, she was seeing her as none other than ‘Fumi-san’s younger sister’, doesn’t she? At first, she even made it clear.

True, while she might be making her progress, she’s nothing but-

“I know I might not be that nice of a senior, but you can tell me if you have a problem.”

There, softer voice, slower tone. Yachiyo rarely talked to others like that as far as Shiori heard her. Is she only playing it nice? Or she’s here to be like Akira or Michiru? Or she’s here to be similar to Mei Fan? Or she’s merely pretending out of her position as someone who’s older and as someone who knew why her sister had to leave?

“Senpai.”

“Hmm?”

“Who am I?”

“You are you, Yumeoji Shiori.” There’s no hint of Yachiyo’s usual sing-song tone. Or it is because her eyes are fogged with the steam from the shower. Or it is because there’s wall that separated them.

“Who am I to you?”

“…” Shiori expected the exact same answer like her first time in student council office. And she’s prepared to hear it. “You’re Fumi-san’s younger sister.”