kohaku x chihiro

Forget

Chihiro remembers a strange dream she had in the past.

It was filled with wonder, adventure and fear.
She doesn’t understand how those 3 can be fit in one single dream, so she hides it in the back of her mind.
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In middle school, she would befriend a very lonely boy.
He was short yet plump and had a clingy side to match, She first found him all alone near the school’s shed; he was eating a rice ball with big fat tears rolling down his face.

She doesn’t know why but it tugs her heart so she decides to seat next to him as she takes out a sandwich before eating with him in silence.

Next day, he was following her around like a puppy.
It was odd that she took comfort in his actions.

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In that same exact year, she found a small kitten.

It was summer and the sun was high in the sky, it’s rays glaring down at her as she walked back home.

Chihiro heard soft meowing behind a tree and when she turned to look behind it, there was small kitten; pure white with a long skinny tail.

She took it home since she found it cute, but she soon found out that the adorable creature had quite an attitude problem.
As annoying as it was, the purrs and hisses were music to Chihiro’s ears when she felt particularly lonely.

She soon decided to buy a mouse and black chick chew toy as a gift.

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Middle School went by like a flash, and while Chihiro didn’t mind the small class ratio. She felt relief for the large number of classmates she had when she entered Highschool.

Being assigned in class 1-A had it’s perks like less homework, intellectual conversations are actually possible and the classroom had a new AC installed but Chihiro couldn’t stop thinking of the negatives.

For starters her plump little friend was in class 1-D, leaving Chihiro a little lonely.

New school means new friends but it’s kinda hard to fit in when her classmates are the snobby rich type of people.

But the worst of all was their advisor.

Nicknamed ‘The Witch’ by students, Mrs. Tachibana was a terrifying old crone with a prideful personality. She wouldn’t hesitate humiliating students if it served to teach a lesson, while Chihiro admired the way her teacher had such strong beliefs; the rules were starting to be a real pain.

Chihiro wasn’t sure if she could last the year.

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Chihiro befriended an upperclassman in her club.
She was beautiful third year with short bleach blonde hair with doe like eyes that were framed by thick eyelashes.

Chihiro like her headstrong personality and the motherly aura she gave off.

But strangely enough it always feels like she’s comparing her senpai to someone else.

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Chihiro decided that she loved her class when the culture festival started.

The once academically focused honor students soon unwind and became witty and carefree.

Jokes and laughter was heard loud in clear inside their classroom and she decided that sound was peaceful and calming.

Chihiro soon found out what it actually felt to be a highschooler

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By the end of the culture festival, a huge bonfire was held.

All students gathered and entertained themselves as the fire warmed them up to the brim.

Chihiro was packing up the props from their Booth when a student from the other class called her out.

She was led to an empty classroom where the confession was held.

Chihiro felt her cheeks burn scarlet when she saw the intense way the boy was looking at her.

Messy brown hair that was accompanied by loving black eyes with his lips crinkled into a nervous smile.

She felt, she wouldn’t mind if he kissed her in that empty classroom.
But when the things started to become more heated, when hands started to wander. A pair of gentle green eyes flashed in her head and next thing she knew was pulling back.

She saw the confused, hurt look on the boy’s face but all she could see was that damned green eyes staring at her so kindly that she had no choice but to run outside the room while covering her ears as the voice repeatedly whispered in her ears.

“Don’t look back”

She decided to leave early after she sent a text to her classmates.

Her head was throbbing painfully.


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That night, Chihiro dreamed of a bath house, spiders, quirky old men, quarrelling sisters and a boy.

A boy with a gentle smile and the greenest eyes she has ever seen.

He would protect her from all the monsters she would face.

She would go on a wild adventure to save the boy and she soon acquired plenty of new friends.

At the end he would bid her farewell with hushed, sad tone.

“Don’t look back”

She couldn’t help but fall for him.

But like every single time she dreamed of him and the spirit world, everything would vanish when she wakes up.
Though nostalgia would creep on her like always when she first opens her eyes while her heart would do flips when she tries to remember.
Chihiro tries to dismiss the butterflies as she stands up and begins her day.

Little did she know….

Chihiro can try to forget about Haku but her heart couldn’t.

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A/N: It broke me when Hayao Miyazaki said Chihiro forgot about the spirit world when she passed through the tunnel to go back home.