Yashiro and Kou watched anxiously as Hanako entered the Broadcasting Room.

"Well?" Osane pressed. She was just as fidgety and nervous as Y/N's friends.

Hanako had wiped off the grin on his face, looking distraught, tired, and confused. Everyone thought he appeared even frailer than his past condition in the past few weeks.

"She's alive."

Yashiro erupted into a cheer instantly, rushing to meet him, but Kou held her back. He could sense something bad had happened.

"She's alive." Hanako repeated dully.

Everyone grew worried. Why would good news harbor such despondence in the Wonder?

After Hanako took a deep breath in and collected himself, he spoke again.

"And she lost her memory."

Osane's red eyes widened. Stinging tears instantly followed Yashiro's horrified gasp. Kou looked to the side, even more distressed than before.

"Hanako..." The Sukora Wonder started uneasily.

"You were right, Osane." Hanako pushed past her, eyes just as dim as they were before. "She is gone forever."

The old Aka Manto looked away, unable to meet his gaze. Suddenly, a certain greenette barged into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt." Sakura called out monotonously. "But you need to go. Quick. Tsukasa's on his way."

She expected their usual protests, but the room stayed quiet. Only then Sakura noticed the hollow expression on everyone's faces.

"What happened?" Her half-lidded eyes grew into worried, suspicious slits.

Hanako didn't answer, already heading for the door. Kou and Yashiro tried to fill her in, but Sakura ushered them away.

"Tsukasa will have your heads if he finds out you've been meeting here."

The two Kamome students glanced at eachother before taking off together. Osane filed after them.

Sakura approached Hanako before he could isolate himself for the one hundredth time.

"7th Wonder?"

"What is it?" He turned to her dismally.

"It's the injured Mokke." She let out a small sigh. "His friends think he's not going to make it."

Hanako's eyes went wide in an instant.

"I'll be on my way."

● ● ●

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

"I've got to go..." The Mokke weakly squeaked. Another was holding one ear with his own two, as if clasping a hand.

"Please!" Another Mokke squeaked, tears in its little eyes. "Who am I gonna' play cards with? Who am I gonna' share candy to?!"

"All of you are a bunch of sappy idiots." The dying Mokke coughed weakly.

"I hate you." One-eye snapped.

"He's dying!"

"Oh, uh - I love you!"

"Mokke!"

All the pink bunnies turned to look at Hanako stumbling through the doorway, eyes wide.

"Are you coming to see him?" A Mokke hopped down, still sniffling.

"He's not dead, is he?" Hanako anxiously questioned.

"7th Wonder!" The dying Mokke coughed.

Hanako rushed to his side.

His legs felt weak when he saw the gash; it had not healed, and it was very deep. No matter what medicine they applied, it worsened.

'What is this? Is Aka Manto's knife cursed?'

"I need to tell you something I heard!" It spluttered weakly. "When Y/N got brainwashed, she said something..."

Another cough racked its body. Hanako gingerly carried it to his arms, as if cradling a baby.

"Don't talk." He hushed.

"No!" It cut in defiantly, but his eyes were already glazing over. Hanako rushed to meet its other comrades.

"We've got to save him!"

"But nothing works!" One wailed in despair.

"His wound is connected to Y/N's knife." He continued determinedly. "If she inflicted this wound, then she can take it back."

"Wait..." The dying Mokke started slowly.
"Y/N's alive?!"

Stunned gasps followed from the other bunnies, but Hanako had no time to explain. He leapt to his feet, heading for the library.

● ● ●

Y/N was lazing around in the bathroom, trying to comprehend what just happened yesterday.

Someone, for the very first time, had trespassed into her Boundary. But it was not a human; it was a spirit.

She could still recall his choppy black hair, amber eyes, and military uniform. Not to mention his silly retorts.

Somehow, even if he looked just like Tsukasa, he gave her a completely different feeling when he was around.

And in some magical way, she actually wanted to accept his help.

She snapped her head up in an instant as she heard a crashing sound from her stall. She crouched to a fighting stance.

"RED OR BL-"

"Cut the formalities!"

Y/N got up with a start when she saw Hanako carrying a pink stuffed toy.

"You again?! Didn't I tell you to-"

"Please help him!"

Y/N followed along, hearing the desperation in Hanako's voice. She gently prodded the plushie to take a closer look.

Her eyes flew open when she realized it was the strange bunny creature she had hurt two months ago. She thought it would recover by now.

"Oh no..." She let out a small whisper. Wasn't this the one who had been Amane's ally?

"Well? Are you just going to stare?" Hanako grumbled.

Y/N shook her head. The pink bunny, ally or not, would not bring harm anymore when he healed. The wound was too deep.

"Follow me!"

● ● ●

Outside the Sewing Room...

Y/N watched in pity as Hanako winced at the loud, high-pitched scream coming from the Sewing Room.

"Will your 1st Wonder..."

"Sewing Girl." Y/N corrected.

"....right. Are you sure she can help the Mokke?"

Y/N had had a short, hushed discussion with Hanako about the Mokke. Apparently, they came from a school called Kamome, and were known as thieves. Y/N didn't miss the disappointed look in his eyes, as if he expected her to already know about them.

"She is a talented seamstress." Y/N said reassuringly. "I'm sure she can sew the wound closed."

Another loud, agonized screech.

Hanako looked just as pained as the Mokke probably was inside. Y/N couldn't meet his eyes.

"I'm the one who slashed him." Y/N confessed in a hushed voice. She decided not to mention Amane; that was her own hostility.

"I know." Hanako sighed.

Y/N looked up at him, startled.

"How do you gloss that over so easily?"

Hanako shrugged, the look in his eyes suddenly growing distant and wistful.

"I know the feeling of needing to, but not wanting to."

Y/N looked at him in wonder. Those words described her duty to kill just perfectly.

But at the same time, she could not place what he wanted to insinuate. Did he want her to open up about something?

Still guarded with her personal background, she dipped her head.

"I don't understand, I'm sorry."

Hanako looked at her with a sad smile.

"I forgive you, both for that and the Mokke."

The Sukora Wonder looked at him incredulously. Hanako simply stared back.

'Is he genuine?' Y/N couldn't bring herself to believe.

"Y/N, are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah!" She snapped out of her trance. Had she just stared at him for a second time?

She reached into her pocket to hide an embarrassed look. Hanako peered over curiously.

"Here!" She held out a hand. The Kamome Wonder looked down at it in surprise.

"Candy...?"

"I snatched a few." Y/N shrugged. She gently placed it on Hanako's own palm. "They like them, right? Tell the Mokke it's a sorry gift."

"How do you know that's their favorite?" Hanako blurted. Y/N was taken aback by how amazed he looked.

"I don't know." She let out a small laugh. If she was being honest, it was a gut feeling. Maybe it was just a huge coincidence.

"Lucky guess?"

He blinked, looking down at the candy. He was about to ask another question, when Sewing Girl called from inside:

"Aka Manto! The pink thing-"

"Mokke!" A voice snapped with dignity.

"-wants to see you."

"Welp." Y/N got up, shooting Hanako an apologetic look.

He only faintly nodded in response, staring at the candy as if it meant the whole world to him.

● ● ●

Y/N looked down at the Mokke. Its tiny legs were wiggling fiercely, showing he was trying to get up.

"Don't move." Y/N hissed. The Mokke flinched away from her, making it land on its face.

The Mokke began to make muffled screams.

She awkwardly looked around for Sewing Girl, but she had already fallen asleep on her own sewing machine, snoring away.

'She gets tired all the time!' Y/N scowled.

Y/N shook her head to clear her irritation, hastily guiding the Mokke to her arms. It struggled, but it was too weak to slip away.

"Don't move." She repeated, this time more gently.

The Mokke finally relaxed, letting out its exhaustion. He peered up at Y/N sleepily.

"You really don't remember..." It mumbled quietly.

'What's this thing about remembrance?'
Y/N thought worriedly.

She had tried to push it behind her, but she felt like it must be very important.

'What do they want me to remember?'

"Here," the Mokke pulled something from thin air. Y/N would question that, but let the supernatural break the 4th wall.

It was a camera. How and why the Mokke wanted her to have it, she had no idea.

She peered over at the camera curiously as he held it up, before tucking it away into her coat reluctantly.

Suddenly, she heard someone barge through the doorway. She looked up with a start.

Hanako hastily rushed up to them, peering over to see the Mokke.

"Is he alright?" He asked anxiously.

Y/N nodded, still cradling it in her arms. She tilted a bit to let him get a better look. The Mokke had fallen asleep now.

"Thanks, Y/N." Hanako let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"He's like a little baby." Y/N laughed, prodding the Mokke's plummage gently.

"And you're just like a mom."

Y/N and Hanako whipped their heads around at the new voice.

Sewing Girl had woken up and was staring at them, bemused. She nodded to Hanako.

"You could be the dad. You guys planning to start a family?"

Y/N looked at her incredulously. Hanako turned a faint red.

"Here." Y/N quickly dumped the Mokke ("OW!") to a surprised Hanako's arms.

"Wait, Y/N!" Hanako tried to tail after her as she floated out of the sewing room.

Y/N tried to hide her expression of embarrassment, quickening her pace.

Hanako persisted on his chase, but she had already disappeared.

He skidded to a stop, panting. How was she so fast? He ran a hand through his hair, taking a shaky breath in.

"Sad." The Mokke, very helpfully, noted in his arms.

"Shut up." Hanako poked it, making it squeal. He smiled a little, before shrugging nonchalantly.

"Oh well! I'll just visit her tomorrow."

"Visiting her for a third time in a row?" The Mokke curiously queried.

"Any problem?" He retorted.

"Dawww!" The Mokke sighed.

"You're trying to make her fall in love with you again!"

Hanako gave it a harsh glare, but did not respond.