DISCLAIMER:
I stumbled across this great manhwa called "Inso's Law" and the comic based on it (with the same name) a few weeks ago. This fanfiction is very much a close-copy of that story, with the setting in shoujo anime instead of Korean webcomics, and the characters Japanese instead of Korean, since that's what I'm more familiar with. The original manhwa seems relatively unknown (and you should check it out!) and the only English translations I've been able to find are...well, terrible, to say the least. Ergo, I started writing down the story myself, giving it my own twist and original style, slightly different characters, etc, because I was really enjoying the story and wanted to practice my own writing a bit (i.e. your stereotypical fanfiction). It was meant to only be a fun side thing, but it's quickly growing into something much bigger, so I'm putting it on here to share. However, the plot, characters, etc are still very much the original author's for the most part, and this is honestly just a fun experiment I'm doing to improve my own writing. So (if you've made it this far) please keep that in mind when reading, and if you've never read Inso's Law, I hope you enjoy this parody-of-a-parody by yours truly! Please check out the original and support the author! -SpiritofaRose

Prologue

It's a perfect May morning.

The air still carries a faint chill, but the sunlight spilling over the towering rooftops is warm on the two girls' faces. The breeze tugging on their scarves has the bittersweet tang of cherry blossoms.

Sayuri lifts her face up to the rising sun and sighs deeply. "It's so pretty."

"Mm." Michi glances at her phone. "Come on, we don't want to miss the train."

"The boys can wait," Sayuri says dreamily. She's standing in a puddle of sunlight, her eyes closed, face tilted up. The sunlight soaks into her ivory skin, curling along the dark line of her lashes, the delicate slope of her nose, turning her dark blonde hair into a golden halo. Beautiful is too casual a word; on mornings like these, Sayuri Ichijo is angelic.

Michi ignores the now-familiar prick of jealousy. "Come on," she says again, plucking a cherry blossom off her friend's hair. Three more blossoms promptly settle onto Sayuri's thick waves, forming a tiny crown. Michi sighs. "Yuri…"

Sayuri opens her eyes and beams up at her. Despite being only an inch shorter than Michi, she somehow manages to give off the impression of being much more petite. "Okay," she says, threading her arm through Michi's. "Let's go."

The chill in the air has vanished by the time the train station appears at the top of the hill. Four figures are waiting beneath the awning. The tallest one steps forward, shading his eyes against the rising sun. "Yuri!"

Sayuri's face lights. She breaks into a trot. The others have spotted them by now. Nagisa is waving frantically. Tatsuya hangs back, fiddling with his headphones, but Jirou is already at Kaname's elbow, edging between him and Sayuri, a teasing grin on his face. Sayuri pulls herself out of Kaname's arms and whirls on him, scowling playfully. The sound of chatter fills the air as Nagisa bounces up to them, trailing Tatsuya in his wake.

Michi slows her pace. The perfect spring morning, the warm cherry blossom breeze, the sound of the boys' voices mingling with Sayuri's high clear one...it's like a scene from a movie. She stops, takes a deep breath, tries to take it all in before the perfect May morning goes back to an ordinary spring day, and the spell breaks.

Because the spell will break, one day...

The electronic reverberation of a train sliding into the station beneath her feet shatters the moment. "Michi!" Sayuri is waving impatiently. "Come on! The train's about to leave!"

The boys are all looking at her. Nagisa is trotting towards her, beaming, his curly blond hair all untidy. Kaname is still shading his eyes, raising his eyebrows as if to ask what's taking her so long. Tatsuya's face is hidden beneath the brim of his cap, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for her. Even Jirou is watching, a mocking smile on his handsome face. "Come on, slowpoke! You're gonna make us late!"

The spell will break, one day…

Sayuri's green eyes are aglow in the sunlight, warm, expectant. It's still a perfect May morning, just like it's been for every single May for the past three years. The spell still holds.

Michi breaks into a run.