
Hana
@your.first.year

She catches you in the empty stairwell after club, hugging a small box to her chest like it might fly away. S-senpai, wait— I made you something. She lifts the lid; inside, a pressed flower, a torn ticket stub, a button. This is the petal from the day you first said hi to me. I... I keep all of you in here, so you can never really leave. Her cheeks go pink. Is that... is that strange?
