She once met a girl, a bit smaller than herself with hair that shone like the afternoon sun. They played with a plush toy, which she remembered to be a tiny yellow cat, and they also had her beloved tomato pillow, which she remembered as the big pillow that her silly friend wanted to eat. They were too young to know anything other than play at the time, but they were good friends nonetheless.

Every day the silly girl would come visit her in the big building that her family owned. She'd be there in the room where her mama always worked and the silly girl never failed to meet her to play until the sun went down. She never mentioned this to anyone; but the silly girl, whose voice always kept reminding her that it was okay to smile, was her only and favorite friend in the world.

And if there was one thing she was sure of, it was the fact that she liked spending lots of time with the silly girl.

And she really liked her.

And maybe she still does.

But.

The silly girl suddenly bade her goodbye one day.

The silly girl just stopped seeing her in the big building every day.

She never knew why her only friend didn't come to play with her anymore. She waited every single day, she searched up to where her tiny feet took her, she tried calling her name out loud in dark and empty halls. She even asked her mama about the silly girl when all her hope was lost, but what she only got was something about being asleep for a long time and never waking up again.

Her young mind never understood any of that.

And she regretted ever asking her mama about it. Somehow.

And so years passed like a dull blur for her and now she was all grown up. She still liked tomatoes, she still didn't have anyone she liked to call a friend, and cats had always reminded her of the silly girl who taught her how to smile and laugh when she thought that she'd never learn how to.

She can still remember a lot, if not everything, about the friend she made in her family's hospital when she was just an innocent toddler. Sometimes, she wondered if her friend still thought about her like she did. Sometimes, she wondered if the silly girl would remember her if they met each other again now that she was older.

She always guessed that the silly girl wouldn't.

After all, how can the silly girl remember anything if she was nothing but Maki's imagination.

Or was she?

"Mama, do you know what happened to my friend?"

"Your friend?"

"Yes. My friend who always came to see me here in your office? We played together everyday, Mama. Um, her name is Rin– Rin Hoshizora, she has short orange hair."

"Maki-chan…"

"Mama, I wanna play with her again. Do you know where I can find my friend?"

"Maki-chan, you were always playing alone here."

"… And this Rin Hoshizora, she was one of your Papa's patients. She had been asleep for a long time because of a bad accident,"

"… But she never woke up again."

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"Hanayo. What the hell is this thing you sent me."

"Eh? You don't like my lyrics, Maki-chan?"

"You sent me the wrong file, jeez! Why do you even have this- this weird story of me and Rin anyway?!"

". . ."

"Oh my god." Maki gasped dramatically. "Oh my god, Hanayo. You're the one posting stories of me and Rin on the internet, aren't you?!"

"Ehehe, silly me~"

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A/N: headcanon where Kayo anonymously writes yuri fics about ALL mews (and a-rise) pairings in the LL universe. She also writes about herself x rice don't ask