Fluffy Moco School Life! ~ Hey Hey, What Shall We Eat After School Today? ~
Fuwawa and Mococo are twin sisters with fluffy white dog ears. Today marks their first day at a small local school. Fuwawa loves light blue, and Mococo loves pink. They always greet everyone together, saying "Hello!" in perfect unison.
Fuwawa, the older sister, is calm and a bit easygoing. Mococo, the younger sister, is full of energy and a little childish. Their favorite things are berry sweets like strawberries and blueberries, as well as games and anime. During free time at school, they play
Fluffy Moco School Life! ~ Hey Hey, What Shall We Eat After School Today? ~ - I can't choose—the night when two loves fall apart
The night before the culture festival. Inside the Abyssguard home, everything was dead silent.
The living room clock ticked past eleven.
Fuwawa stood in the entryway. She wore light blue sneakers and carried a small paper bag. Inside was a berry tart, freshly rebaked.
"…Mococo, could you let me through?"
Mococo stood blocking the door, arms crossed, feet planted. Her pink ribbon swayed in the hallway light.
"No! I'm not moving, not ever!"
Mococo's white dog ears stood straight up. The tips trembled faintly.
"Mococo, please. Tanaka-kun has a fever. He collapsed because of us. At least let me deliver this."
"Why does it have to be you, Onee-chan?! I want to go too! You always get everything — it's not fair!"
Fuwawa's dog ears twitched.
(You always get everything.)
Those words weren't from today alone. They were words that had spilled from her little sister's mouth for years and years.
"…Mococo. Now isn't the time for that."
"Not the time?! It's the most important thing in the world to me! You're always like this, Onee-chan! You never understand how I feel!"
Mococo's voice echoed through the entryway.
The living room door creaked open. Their father, Alf, and mother, Cocona, peered out with worried faces.
"Fuwawa, Mococo… what's going on at this hour?"
Cocona's voice was quiet. But to the twins' ears, it sounded strangely distant.
"Mom, this doesn't concern you!"
Mococo shouted without turning around.
"Mococo, you can't talk to Mom like that."
"You always, always play the good girl, Onee-chan! You make it sound like I'm the only bad one!"
Fuwawa's grip tightened on the paper bag.
"…Mococo. I just want to apologize to Tanaka-kun. Yesterday, because of us, things turned out that way. He must have been agonizing over it, pushing himself too hard — and that's why he got sick."
"Then why does it have to be you?! I want to apologize too! I want to see Tanaka-kun too!"
Mococo's eyes were wet.
"Mococo…"
"You noticed, didn't you, Onee-chan. How I feel about Tanaka-kun."
Fuwawa's dog ears went completely still.
"When I talk to him, my heart races. My face gets hot and I can't speak properly. You have sharp ears — you could hear my heartbeat, couldn't you?"
Fuwawa couldn't answer.
Mococo was right. Fuwawa's dog ears had picked up the changes in her sister's pulse long ago. Every time Tanaka-kun's name came up, Mococo's heart would skip — thump.
"I… I love Tanaka-kun too! You always get everything — it's not fair!"
Mococo's scream cut sharply through the night house.
Her pink ears shook violently. Tears spilled from her big eyes.
Fuwawa froze.
Her white dog ears slowly drooped.
(I knew. I knew all along. That Mococo loves Tanaka-kun.)
(That's why I kept my own feelings hidden, all this time.)
(If Mococo could smile, that was enough for me.)
(That's what I told myself.)
Something inside Fuwawa's chest cracked with a sharp sound.
"…I do too."
Her voice trembled.
"I… I love him too."
She said it.
For the first time, those words left her own mouth.
Fifteen years, locked away in the depths of her heart — her true feelings.
"Onee-chan…"
Mococo's eyes went wide.
"I love Tanaka-kun too. Same as you. …No. Probably much longer than you."
Fuwawa's voice was close to a sob.
"Liar… You never said a word about it, Onee-chan. Not once."
"How could I? I knew you loved him."
"So you hid it? Are you trying to give him up for me again?"
Fuwawa bit her lip.
"…It's not like that. It's not, but — I'm the older sister."
"So what if you're the older sister?! You always kill your own feelings with that excuse! That doesn't make me happy at all!"
Mococo's voice cracked.
"Then what are we supposed to do?! Does one of us get to choose him? Or do we both give up?"
For the first time, Fuwawa threw her emotions back at her sister.
"I don't know… I don't know either. But I don't want to give him up to you, Onee-chan. I don't want my feelings ignored."
"Mococo…"
"So what do we do?! Only one of us can have him! Tanaka-kun is just one person! We can't both have him!"
Mococo's words pierced deep into Fuwawa's chest.
(She's right. Tanaka-kun is one person, and there are two of us.)
(One of us has to get hurt.)
(One of us has to step back.)
Fuwawa couldn't answer.
A heavy silence fell over the entryway.
Only the clock's ticking echoed — loud, unbearable.
From the living room, Cocona spoke softly.
"…Both of you, go to bed for tonight. Sort this out in the morning."
Their mother's voice was gentle. But it didn't reach their ears.
Fuwawa set the paper bag on the shoe cabinet.
"…I'm sorry, Mococo. For not thinking about your feelings."
She murmured it, then went back to her room.
"Onee-chan, wait…!"
Mococo's voice chased after her.
But Fuwawa didn't turn around.
If she turned around, she felt like she'd break down crying.
──
Fuwawa collapsed onto the top bunk.
(I'm the worst.)
(I knew how Mococo felt all along.)
(And yet I went and said I love him too.)
(I'm the older sister. I'm supposed to be the older sister.)
Fuwawa buried her face in her pillow.
Tears soaked into the sheets.
She sensed Mococo come into the room below.
She sensed her open her mouth several times, as if wanting to say something.
But no words came.
The two lay back to back, one on the top bunk, one on the bottom.
In the darkness, Fuwawa's dog ears kept hearing Mococo tossing and turning below.
Mococo's dog ears kept hearing Fuwawa tossing and turning above.
Neither could sleep.
Not a wink.
Staring at the ceiling, Fuwawa remembered the day she turned ten.
The day she first visited Berry Hills Farm, when their mother was in the hospital.
The day her mother called her burnt strawberry tart "the best in the world."
And the words her mother said.
"You're the older sister."
That day, Fuwawa had been proud of those words.
But tonight, they pressed down on her chest — heavy, bitter.
(You're the older sister, so you have to endure.)
(You're the older sister, so you have to give in.)
(You're the older sister, so…)
For the first time, Fuwawa thought of those words as a curse.
──
The morning of the culture festival.
Outside the window, the sky was heavily overcast.
In her futon, Fuwawa noticed her body felt strangely hot.
(Huh… I feel sluggish.)
She touched her forehead.
(I have a fever.)
It felt like thirty-eight degrees at least.
"Fuwawa, are you awake? It's morning."
Her mother's voice came from beyond the door.
"…Mom, I'm sorry. I feel awful."
Her voice was hoarse.
The door opened and Cocona came in.
"Oh my, your face is bright red. Let's take your temperature."
Cocona slipped the thermometer under Fuwawa's arm.
Beep, beep, beep.
"Thirty-eight point seven. …You're staying home today."
"But the culture festival…"
"No. If you go with a fever like this, you'll collapse. I'll call the school for you."
Cocona placed a cool towel on Fuwawa's forehead.
"…Where's Mococo?"
"Mococo is… still in her room. I called out to her earlier, but she didn't answer."
Cocona's voice was a little heavy.
"I see…"
Fuwawa closed her eyes.
(Mococo…)
(I'm sorry.)
(Your big sister is pathetic.)
(Getting a fever on a day like this.)
(Can't go to the culture festival.)
(Can't see Tanaka-kun.)
Tears traced down her temples and fell onto the pillow.
Cocona said nothing, just held Fuwawa's hand.
Her hand was warm.
But the cold in Fuwawa's heart wouldn't melt.
──
After Cocona left the room.
Fuwawa looked at her bedside.
A single sheet of paper lay there.
A withdrawal form for the culture festival.
Her mother must have prepared it.
Fuwawa's name was already written on it.
And beside it, her smartphone.
The screen glowed faintly.
One message from Tanaka-kun had arrived.
Still unread, the screen blinked quietly.
Fuwawa reached for the phone.
Her fingertip touched the screen.
But she couldn't open it.
(I'm scared.)
(I'm scared to know what he wrote.)
(Maybe he wrote that he doesn't want to talk to us anymore.)
(Maybe he wrote that he'll choose one of us.)
(Either way, I'll fall apart.)
Fuwawa shoved the smartphone under her pillow.
──
Meanwhile, in Mococo's room.
Mococo sat slumped in front of her sister's door.
Her back against the door, knees pulled to her chest.
In her hands, a pink ribbon.
Her favorite ribbon, the one she always tied her hair with.
(Onee-chan…)
(I'm sorry.)
(I said terrible things to you.)
(You were always thinking about me, and I…)
(I just pushed my own feelings onto you.)
(I made you cry.)
Tears dripped from Mococo's eyes.
"…Onee-chan, I'm sorry."
It didn't become a voice.
Just her throat trembling.
Mococo clutched the ribbon tight.
(I'll knock on her door.)
(I'll say I'm sorry.)
(I'll tell her I still love her more than anything.)
But even thinking it, her body wouldn't move.
Beyond the door, she couldn't hear her sister's breathing, or coughing, or anything.
Only a quiet stillness hung in the air.
(Onee-chan got a fever.)
(I heard Mom calling the school.)
(It's my fault.)
(Because I cornered her.)
Mococo covered her ears with both hands.
(I don't want to hear it.)
(Not your pained voice, Onee-chan.)
(Not Mom's worried voice.)
(It's all my fault.)
Mococo pressed her forehead against the hallway floor.
The cold touch of wood.
"…Onee-chan."
Her voice cracked and faded.
The pink ribbon crumpled in her trembling hands.
──
Fuwawa's room.
Fuwawa drifted in and out of a shallow sleep.
The fever made her head hazy.
At the border between dream and reality, she saw Tanaka-kun's smile.
(Tanaka-kun…)
(I'm sorry.)
(I can't do anything for you.)
(I can't even deliver the tart.)
(I can't even come visit you.)
(I love you. I love you, and I can't do a thing.)
Tears slid quietly down Fuwawa's cheeks.
The withdrawal form by her pillow grew slightly damp with tears.
The smartphone screen no longer glowed.
Only the unread message remained, deep in the dark screen.
──
Mococo had fallen asleep at some point.
Still sitting in front of her sister's door.
When she woke, morning light was streaming into the hallway.
(Huh… did I fall asleep?)
In her hands, the crumpled pink ribbon.
(Onee-chan…)
Mococo tried to stand.
But her legs were numb and wouldn't move.
"…Onee-chan, I'm sorry."
Still, no voice came.
Only her lips trembled.
Mococo gently placed her hand on her sister's door.
She couldn't knock.
(If I see you now, Onee-chan, I'll cry.)
(You have a fever. If I cry, it'll only make it worse for you.)
(So I can't. Not now.)
(But…)
(I'm sorry, Onee-chan.)
Mococo held the pink ribbon to her chest.
──
Fuwawa's room.
Fuwawa stared at the ceiling.
Her fever still hadn't come down.
Her body ached.
Her head throbbed.
But more than that, her heart ached — sharp, pulsing.
(Mococo…)
(I'm sorry.)
(Your big sister is useless.)
(I hid my feelings all this time.)
(And in the end, I threw them at you.)
(I hurt you.)
(I can't see Tanaka-kun.)
(I can't go to the culture festival.)
(I can't do anything.)
Fuwawa looked at the withdrawal form by her pillow.
Her own name.
Withdrawing from the culture festival.
That meant withdrawing from the Pair Sweets Contest.
Giving up on the berry tart she was supposed to make with Tanaka-kun and Mococo — the three of them together.
(I wanted to make that tart.)
(Laughing together, the three of us.)
(But maybe that's impossible now.)
Fuwawa closed her eyes.
In the darkness, tears spilled again.
──
Mococo couldn't move from in front of her sister's door.
Still clutching the pink ribbon.
She tried to say "Onee-chan, I'm sorry," but no sound came.
They were in the same house.
Separated by just one door.
And yet their apologies would never reach each other.
For the first time, the sisters' bond had cracked — decisively.
The sky over Mofuresia, on the morning of the culture festival, was heavily overcast.
The air of the sweet town felt heavy today.
The scent of berries seemed so much farther away than usual.
The light blue ribbo
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