I strolled through the sakura trees lined around the campus before sitting down and leaning against the trunk of one. I took my books out of my bag before staring at the sky.

I decided to sketch a squirrel I saw in a tree, when I heard footsteps drawing near. Sighing contently, I put my pencil and art notebook away in my bag before zippering it up and looking at Iori-senpai who was waiting for me with a smile.

"Good afternoon Iori-senpai!" I chirped as I walked over to his form that was leaning against a sakura tree nearby.

"Morning, (Y/N)-san," he replied coolly.

"We're friends, aren't we senpai?" I asked, tilting my head to the side with a frown as we walked out the gates.

Iori-senpai looks at me from the corner of his eye with that fake smile I've seen him give everyone since she died.

"Of course (Y/N)-san. Why?"

"Because you called me (Y/N)-san! Why not (Y/N)-chan? Or (Y/N)-kōhai?" I pouted.

He seemed shocked.

"Sorry (Y/N)-chan..." I grinned, satisfied with his answer.

Sometimes I think, does Iori-senpai really like me? Or does he just see me as her, Onee-chan?

"So, Iori-senpai, why did you specifically tell me to wait for you when you knew I was going to anyway?" I asked with a small giggle.

"Oh! Masa-nii and Tsuba-nii both wanted to meet you along with Kyo-nii." I blushed.

"You've talked about me to your brothers?" I asked in a quiet voice, slightly stuttering.

Of course, I've seen the brothers every now and then, being her imouto-chan it wasn't that hard to hear stories about them all or see them every now and then. Whenever we went out shopping and Onee-chan saw one of them, they would come over and talk to her while I hid behind her.

"Yeah."

Let me guess, they want to meet the young girl that she always talked about and obsessed about? It took him THIS long to ask me to come over to meet Onee-chan's second family...

Iori-senpai stopped and stared at me, making me stop and stare back.

We were silent for a minute until he smiled that fake and mysterious smile.

"You didn't answer if you wanted to come over, (Y/N)-chan."

I sighed and smiled a real smile at the male I loved.

"Of course Iori-senpai! When is it?" I chirped and senpai started walking next to me again.

"Hm. I think Hika-nii and Fuuto-kun are going to be home on Friday night... So does that sound good?"

"Is Natsume-san going to be there?"

"Maybe. I'll ask Kyo-nii."

Today was Wednesday. Which meant that I had the rest of today, tomorrow, and most of Friday before I met my senpai's family.

"How's Wataru-chan?" I asked him.

"Energetic."

I laughed and he smiled.

"You know, you look really pretty when you smile and laugh." Iori-senpai stopped walking and took a step closer, cupping my red cheek.

"Iori-senpai..." I exhaled.

Senpai leaned closer but I looked down and whispered, "I'm not her..."

Iori-senpai widened his eyes then un-cupped my cheek.

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan. You look so
much like her..."

My hair is like hers. My facial structure. My eyes. My build. I look like a replica of her. Only, I have these ugly, big rimmed glasses that I don't wear normally. I've tried contacts. They don't work. I still look like her.

I continued to walk and made it to my house.

"Bye, Iori-senpai. See you tomorrow." I waved to the prince before unlocking my house and walking in.

"Tadaima."

Silence.

I sighed and didn't even bother taking off my shoes before walking up the stairs. I sat on my bed before breaking out in tears.

"Why am I such an idiot?! He only talks to me because I look like her! Onee-chan why?! Why did you have to die?! Why do I have to look like you!" I screamed and tears streamed down my (skin tone) cheeks.

I stuffed my face into my (f/c) pillow.

"I wish Iori-senpai loved me because I am me. Not because I look like her..."

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I walked to the front gates of my house. My (h/l) (h/c) hair down and curled a little at the ends. I picked up a strand of it.

"Maybe I should dye it...then maybe he won't think I'm her."

I sighed and slapped my cheeks twice lightly.

I walked down the sidewalk to Bright Centrair Private Academy.

I'm only a second year there while Iori-senpai is a third year. I don't want him to leave next year but it's inevitable.

All I can wish is that he won't forget or leave me.

~

I walked up to the front gates and opened them before walking to the lockers and changing into my inside shoes.

There goes the whispers and gossip about me. It doesn't matter anymore though.

They're just jealous because...

I get to walk and talk with Iori-senpai without chickening out!

I huffed and walked to the art room. Normally, I would skip most classes and stay in the art room, working on new pieces.

The teachers don't necessarily mind. I do the class work and take the tests and quizzes so.

I sat down at a table and continued my squirrel from yesterday.

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I walked out of the classroom I was in and to the roof where I normally ate my lunch, staring at the sky for ideas of paintings.

I sat on the ground next to the stairwell and leaned against the building.

Taking out my bento, I smiled at my work of art.

As I ate, I heard screams. I put my food to the side before walking over to the railing and looking over it.

Nothing important, just a group of girls talking and laughing.

I felt a little alone but shook my head, getting the thoughts out.

I forgot! I left my phone and earbuds in my backpack that I left in the art room.

I groaned as I closed my bento and wrapped it in its cloth again before walking back down the stairs.

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