"Amane..?" Yashiro mumbled, recalling Tsukasa calling Hanako/Amane that. "Doesn't Tsukasa call you that-" 

Hanako/Amane pulled Yashiro towards him suddenly, startling her. Her eyes widened in shock, but dilated when she saw "Amane"'s face nearing hers.

"Amane-kun..."

"Just- I don't like talking about my brother," Amane blushing when she called him by his real name. The name he was given so many years ago. When Tsukasa... abused him. "He... we didn't get along well."

"Why not? Shouldn't brothers love each other?" Yashiro cocked her head to her side, curiosity written on her face, a million questions filling in her head. What could Tsukasa done to make Amane change his name?

"Yashiro, you're too innocent to understand-"

"Don't call me innocent!" Yashiro huffed, Amane giving her an apologetic chuckle. "I don't want you to become... corrupted the way Tsukasa did to me," Amane explained, gesturing towards the door. "It's about time we headed to school, huh?" Yashiro looked back, liking how the ghost cared about her.

"Hello, Daikon Princess," Hanako said in as sultry a voice as he could. Yashiro would be spooked, but counting the amount of times he did this over the year, she was unfazed. 

"Do not call me your 'Daikon Princess'," Yashiro glanced over her shoulder to see the ghost next to her ear. "What is it this time, Ha- Amane-kun?" Hanako smiled gently once again when she called him that. This is going to make our relationship all the more interesting, Amane thought to himself.

"Just wanted to say hi to my assistant," Amane played with Yashiro's hair, taking a whiff of it, making Yashiro blush furiously. 

"Okay, now I'm just confused. Do you want me to be your friend or assistant?" Yashiro sighed, trying to keep her attention at the whiteboard and not at the ghost styling her hair again. "And don't even dare to make my hair into that ugly christmas tree of yours!" Yashiro huffed, crossing her arms. 

"Aw... I alreadly have the christmas ornaments ready," Amane rattled the bag, making it emit a jingling sound. 

"How did you even get that? It's May-"

"Shh, just look at the whiteboard and listen to your sensei," Amane put his finger to Yashiro's lips. 

Am I blushing? Please don't tell me I'm blushing because of that overated ghost! I am not falling for that boy. I'd rather a living boy, at least. But maybe I've grown to adore him... Yashiro was lost in thought, her mind trying to determine if she liked him or not. Her ears tuned out the words her sensei were saying.

"Yashiro! What's the answer to question 3!?" Yashiro's sensei's voice was getting higher and more impatient. Yashiro was shooken from her thoughts and looked down at her paper. 

"453, sensei!" Yashiro stood up abruptly. After sitting down, face flushed with embarrassment, Yashiro recieved a peck on the cheek from Amane.

"Good job, Yashiro,"