此処に在る忘れ物 取りに来たぼくの手の上
I have come, to retrieve the lost article that is here, on my hand

"[Name]-hime, please let me take this from you!"

She twitched. Ever since Hibari had taken over the Disciplinary Committee, people had started to treat her like she was made of glass. The worst was he encouraged that kind of behavior as he, himself, took care of her in his own, weird way. The prefects were nice, even nicer than when her brother had been the leader and they insisted more than often to help her out. Once again, the pile of handout was taken over by the group of prefects and brought back to the teacher office.

"…You guys are looking for a beating."

She swore he was making her way too violent. She was thankful at first that he made it easier for her to do both her prefect and student work but it had gotten way out of hand. The students had begun to fear her and if they didn't, they simply badmouthed her.

They all froze up as she began to cackle evilly. "You really want to make me feel useless, don't you?"

She took out her tonfas and it didn't feel right. She beat them, one by one, the blood came out flying and tainting her red. None of them dared to raise their hands against her, not when he valued her so much. One grabbed her from behind, yelling at the others, "Run!"

And just like that, before she even realized it, the feeling became a sharp pain. Her hands tensed up, her limbs grew too heavy for her and their extension left her, falling onto the floor like useless parts of her.

She looked at her arms, uncertain. The feeling had disappeared.

It was nothing.

Right?

儚くて 優しくて 壊れそう きみみたいな花
Fleeting and gentle, I'm afraid it might break, this flower that is just like you.