How lucky of Miako to come to school to rest upon the branches of her beloved tree where the sun would warm her skin while the branches would block out it’s harsh sight. It was spring! The blossoms would grow and fly in the soft breeze, the birds would chip and greet, she would eat her plain bread and feed the leftovers, [i]the lady killer…[/i]


Yet again, Miako thought looking to the side finding the usual scene: a break up. Switching from area to area and there she was, the usual sight of a young beauty crying out her love to the [i]third year[/i].[i] This was also the same spot where I met her. But why today[/i], Miako thought. As the broken-heart left, she waved to the third year.


[color=f7976a]“Another to the trail of tears, miss Hanazon~?”[/color] Miako teased throwing a pinch of breadcrumbs in her direction. [color=f7976a]“That young one.. well she was cute.”[/color]


She gave a dramatic sigh, though the memories were anything but gloomy. Sure, their hearts were crushed by their beloved “Onee-Sama”, but the number of students that were affected seemed slightly funny to Miako. [i]I owe my gratitude to them.[/i]


Miako looked down at Asuka, spotting a small bit of sadness on her face. [i]Why does she even do this to herself in the first place?[/i] A thought popping into her mind, Miako cleared her throat.


[color=f7976a]“Well, since you look a bit gloomy,”[/color] she jested. [color=f7976a]“I will provide you with one of my great haikus:


[center]Your hands are shaking
But with me there is no hope
Bless your broken heart.”[/center] [/color]


[i] People who break hearts aren’t fulfilled[/i], her sister once said. Whether Miako would bring any joy or anger seemed better than being empty. Maybe sadness is better suited for her. [i] Oh well, whatever. [/i]

[@Rusalka]