I thought I could trust in this power when meeting Ogata. Expectedly, she was skeptical of me, like the rest of the student body. I even kicked her away the time a youkai was looming over us. But she acknowledged me, talked to me more than most classmates ever did.
I'm thought to be a problem child, the delusional and compulsive liar, bartered and thrown among relatives (that were welcome when I arrived when I was younger, but now am nothing more than the disturbed child of their brother, uncle, or cousin).
I felt her temperature for the first time when we shared an umbrella. It had been so long since I experienced something, as simple as this, so warm, friendly, albeit a little nervous. But as quickly and pleasantly as it came, guilt shocked through when her mother saw us. No doubt she had also heard rumors of me, passing them on to Ogata.
The warmth had already faded before she left my side.
The last time I saw her was when the window was smashed in by a youkai that was targeting me. I was to be sent to the office (as I often would be for false destructive behavior), but Ogata argued for my case.
It was smashed from the outside.
I smiled to her, a little sadly. "It's okay."
I had to move schools since that incident. I appreciated her kindness and justice. Anywhere I go, I would be hated but,
I hoped to meet more warm people like her.
Then I was soon acquainted with the Fujiwara.
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