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>>46154059

Without raising herself up from her position of lazing on the kotatsu Hana half nodded before commenting carefully, “I doubt she has much free time, I’m sure Sanae-san has… er… other places she wanted to visit today”

Picturing her mother nodding Hana felt satisfied, she could’ve put it in better terms but she didn’t trust how humorous she could make ‘because who would want to take tea with an unstable monster?’. Feeling like she said the right thing Hana raised herself up onto her elbows, and to her surprise that feeling of dissonance grew a bit stronger as she failed to recognize the expression her mother wore. There was a moment that Hana thought her mother had nibbled on something sour, but instead she realized that that her face told a different story.

Her mother’s silken black hair fell neatly, flowing freely in the absence of the ribbon she wears during the busier hours, and framed a face that showed a blatant longing. Like she felt a euphoric dream fade away into nothing more than a whisper, a dream so pleasant that even after you’ve already accepted it’s gone, you’d try your best to recall it. It was hard to visualize for Hana, but it was a simple fact that Sanae used to be friends with her mother, wasn’t it?

Hana had remembered an older photo from Kosuzu’s little book, a picture from the Bunbunmaru, taking place when Hana was only a toddler. That picture was part of an article that supposedly was part of her mother’s attempt to ‘de-youkaify’ her shrines reputation, a puff-piece about Hana herself. It was nothing more than showing how ‘even at such the young age of 4 Hana was taking her studies seriously!’, but it showed something Hana didn’t think about much; what a normal day at the shrine could’ve looked like.

That picture showed many youkai she recognized by face, or at least name, wondering in thin disguise in the background of the of her young-self holding a gohei and whacking a training dummy dressed in brightly colored cloth with an old mop for hair. She couldn’t really remember this photo being taken, but she did vaguely remember that time. Like the old article that was pressed onto the paper it was a faded and aged memory, but it brought forth a ghost of warmth severely lacking in her surroundings.

Gulping down subconsciously, Hana felt a certain discomfort that made her squirm on her cushion, something obvious to anyone yet had eluded her till now. It was something that she didn’t want to acknowledge even in part, something that she never even considered till now. The waves of cognitive dissonance intensified as the moment dragged onwards and her mother’s nostalgic mind returned to the present.

With a breath going into her lungs, trying to taste the ghost of the perfume Sanae wore as if to try and distract herself, Hana felt a realization don on her: Her mother was just a human as well.

>>45062973
>aborts Yukari baby
>which means she also aborts her father's baby
is she stupid? Anon loved her even though she was a rape baby, if she'd to kill one of his kids he would never forgive her

>>44839408
>If I didn't have more obligations I'd be writing more about how Anon's spirits get crushed further.
anon abuse is a serious matter
well, but don't we all? Woes upon you, human psyche and social construction!