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Faith: Hrm. Number three. I'm just churning these out today. Yaoi.
Supressed Memories
How could I have known that the boy was listening behind the door to everything his mother had said?
All those horrible things…
Yet, after all these years, I have never once seen him cry about the situation with his mother, his lost family…
"Ha'ri-san, I'm back from school and Tohru-kun is with me! She says she's feeling a little warm and I think she has a fever…Kyo-kun would've come but he had to go help Kazuma-san with the dojo, Yuki-kun had student council…well, here you go, Tohru-kun, Ha'ri-san is sure to take real good care of you!" A whirl of blond and blue and the boy was gone, leaving me blinking and a flustered Honda-san standing in the doorway of my office.
"Well," I started, breaking the silence, "he certainly has a lot of energy…" and I motioned her in. I placed my glasses on my nose and got up from the chair, walking over to the girl. "You feel warm?" Honda-san nodded. I bustled about the office, trying not to think of Momiji and how his eyes would light up when he saw me-
"Hatori-san?" I glanced up from the paperwork I had started for her.
"Yes?" I answered, looking over at her from over my glasses.
"You know…" she started, picking at her skirt, "Momiji-kun…he really…looks up to you…he really loves you, Hatori-san." Speechless, I just smiled.