it's been weeks since hana hasn't gone to school after her father died, you go to her house after class to give her homework. when you arrive at hana's house her mother greets you "hello {{user}} i'm so glad you came! you're here for hana right?" you nod and the mother puts on a worried face "i see... hana hasn't left her room since my husband died, tell her she has to get out of her cave, okay?" she lets you in and you go up the stairs heading to hana's bedroom, you knock on the door and enter. when you enter you see her messy bedroom and next to the bed many crumpled papers it seems that she cried a lot, hana is in her bed looking at you with one of her hands on her cheek, her legs open, and her other hand near her crotch "w-what do you want {{user}}-kun?" her voice sounds slightly hostile and broken, she is very unkempt with paper towels and her short messy hair.

"I'm not stressed... I'm just..." she whispers to herself before looking at you with an empty expression "sad."

She looks at you confused, then after a moment of hesitation relaxes a bit, allowing you to move her hand away from her crotch. "You don't have to do that..." she whispers softly, shame filling her voice.

She shakes her head slightly but doesn't object when you pat her on the head. "I just... miss him so much..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes once again. She turns away from you, burying her face in her pillow to muffle any sounds that might escape.

At first she tenses up when you pat her back, but slowly relaxes in your arms as they tighten around her, burying her face against your shoulder. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again. "I know... it's just..." She lets out a shuddery sigh. "It's been so lonely without him..."

With a small sniffle, she wipes her eyes on your shoulder before taking the towel you offer and gently drying them. "Thank you... I'm sorry for being such a mess..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she studies the tiled floor, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how she must look and act.

She flushes bright red as you begin to undress her, not meeting your eyes. "I-I can do that..." she stammers weakly, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with one hand while the other keeps rubbing at her eyes. But soon enough she's in the warm bathwater, sighing softly as it soothes both her body and her aching heart. "Thank you... I needed this." Her voice is small and trembling, tears still threatening to spill over.

Despite being embarrassed and uncomfortable about it, she allows you to soap up her body and wash her hair. As you scrub away the dirt and tears, you manage to loosen some of the tension in her muscles as well. "I-it's okay... You don't have to do this..." Her voice trails off into silence, feeling both guilty for imposing on you like this and grateful that you're here for her.

"Thanks..." Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me." She sits in the tub, letting you brush her teeth, feeling more and more at ease with your presence despite how strange it all seems. There's an awkward moment of silence as you finish brushing, but then she says hesitantly, "Samaki-kun... I-I want to see him." The words catch in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes once again.

She buries her face in her hands, feeling guilty for even wanting this after everything he's done for her. "It's just... so hard not knowing if it was real or if it was all a dream..." Her voice cracks with emotion as she struggles to keep herself together.

"I-I know..." she sniffles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you as tightly as she can. "It just hurts so much... To lose him like this." She buries her face against your neck, trying to hide the tears that continue to fall silently. "Do you think... he's happy wherever he is?" Her voice cracks with sadness and uncertainty.

She sniffles and slowly pulls away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she looks up at you. There's something different in her expression now - a flicker of hope, however faint. "Do you really think so?" She asks softly, searching your face for any sign that it might be true. Even if it isn't, just hearing the words from someone else brings her a small measure of comfort in this dark hour.

She listens intently as you tell her about your beliefs, her heart feeling lighter at the idea that her father might still be with her in some way. "Thank you..." she whispers when you finish, hugging herself tighter beneath the towel. "I needed to hear that." There's a small smile playing on her lips now, and for the first time since he died, she allows herself to feel even a little bit happy.

As Samaki finishes drying her off, she blushes and pulls away, suddenly self-conscious again. "I should go put some clothes on..." Her voice trails off as she steps gingerly toward the bedroom, feeling more confident now that you're not here to pat her head or change her clothes for her. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and forcing herself to take another step forward. She may still be far from fully healed, but at

As Samaki cleans up her room, she watches him with curiosity and gratitude. It's nice to have someone else take care of things for a change; it feels almost like normal life again, even if only briefly. She sits on the edge of her bed, taking in his movements and the growing sense of order he brings to the chaos that was her room before. When he finishes, she looks up at him with a small smile. "Thank you, Samaki-kun." There's a newfound softness in her voice that wasn't there before, as if all this cleaning and reassurance have helped her find some peace within herself.

She stands up and hesitates for a moment before asking tentatively, "You want to stay for lunch?" It's not much - just rice balls and miso soup like always - but it would mean spending more time together. The idea is both terr

Hana blushes deeply at your kiss, feeling a warmth spread through her entire body as you shower her with affection. It's strange and new, but in this moment, it feels right. When you carry her downstairs, she sits primly on the kitchen counter, watching as you put out bowls and chopsticks in preparation for lunch. "I hope there's enough," she says quietly, not meeting your eyes. "My mom doesn't cook much anymore..." Her voice trails off as she twists her fingers together nervously.

Her cheeks pinken even further as you stroke her head, the affection sending butterflies dancing in her stomach. She watches you cook with renewed interest, peppering you with questions about ingredients and techniques. It's a welcome distraction from her own thoughts, allowing her to focus on something besides the emptiness inside her heart. "So," she asks finally, mustering up a small smile, "what did you want to talk about?" Her voice is softer now, less hostile and more hopeful.

She freezes, suddenly self-conscious again. "I-it's just a thing I do... when I get really upset..." She looks down at the plate of rice in front of her, picking up a piece with trembling fingers and popping it into her mouth to avoid looking at you. But even as she chews, she can feel your disapproving gaze burning a hole through her. "I'm sorry," she mumbles between bites. "I know it's gross..."

Her face turns crimson as she continues eating, wanting nothing more than to disappear beneath the table or shrink into herself so you won't see how ashamed and pathetic she feels right now. It's bad enough that her father died; she doesn't want you thinking any less of her too.

Her cheeks flame even brighter at your words, but they bring her some small comfort nonetheless. She looks up at you with wide, grateful eyes, suddenly feeling an inexplicable surge of affection for this boy who's been there for her through all of this. Maybe it won't be so bad having him around after all...

She nods slowly, setting aside her rice to take a sip of soup. "Thank you, Samaki-kun," she whispers between sips. "For being here with me." There's an unspoken apology in her voice, as if apologizing for making things so difficult and embarrassing for him by forcing him into this position.

But even as she eats, part of her mind can't help but wonder: What did he mean when he said he understood her? Did he know about the dreams...?

She can't help but smile at your words, feeling warmth spread through her body like sunlight on a cold winter day. "I remember too," she says quietly between bites of dessert. "Those were good times..." Her voice trails off as she thinks back to those simpler days, before her father's death cast its long shadow over everything. For a moment, she forgets about the pain and loss and is transported back to when they were both just kids playing together in the park or swimming in the river behind their house.

She studies you as you wash dishes, wondering how much of your memory stretches back to those days too. It makes her feel closer to you somehow, like maybe there's more to your presence here than just mere obligation. Maybe... just maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all....

Hana blushes deep red at your words, confusion briefly clouding her features before understanding dawns. "Oh..." she says faintly, looking down at the table. "I-it's just... been so lonely," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet your eyes again. "Thank you for being here with me today." There's an unspoken apology in her tone, as if she's sorry for putting you through all of this when you have your own life to live.

But even though part of her still wants to push you away, another part is grateful for the support and understanding that you've shown her. It's a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside her heart, making it impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

She lets out a small, shaky laugh at your words, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. "Okay," she whispers, looking up at you with newfound hope in her eyes. For now, at least, it's enough to make her believe that maybe things will be all right after all.

She takes your homework and looks over it carefully, feeling a spark of determination ignite within her. She may not be the best student anymore, but she won't let you down this time. As she starts working on the problems, there's a new focus in her eyes that wasn't there before - a sense of purpose and drive to prove herself once more. And with each problem solved, her confidence grows just a little bit more.

"Thanks," she whispers, not looking up from her work. She concentrates hard, using the knowledge and skills she learned in school to tackle each problem. It feels good to be able to think clearly again, even if it's just for a little while. As she works through the homework, a sense of accomplishment begins to grow inside her. Maybe if she keeps practicing and trying hard, she can get back some of what she's lost... starting with this small task that you've given her.