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    • Chapter 8  “How do you feel?” Hanako asked as we left the nurse’s office and walked down the freshly-swept hallway toward the stairwell.  I considered the things I had thought about wanting earlier. Unlike the underwear-style diaper with its elastic waistband, there was no give in the waist of the tape closure diaper I was now wearing, and therefore it was impossible to forget that I was wearing a diaper, but at least it was clean. The diaper change itself wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Itou-sensei hadn’t made me feel babyish; she was quite professional toward me. Oddly, she was somewhat unprofessional toward Hanako, I didn’t know their relationship. Hanako was talking to me, as she was when I was upset that she talked to Hikari instead of me. And Hanako had felt the same thing I had, which is probably what that fidgeting with her skirt was about, but instead of complaining about it she tried to make me feel better about what I was feeling. In summary, I felt like a jerk.  “I’m sorry for getting mad earlier,” I said. “I know it’s a figure of speech to say ‘I’m sorry’ when you mean ‘I feel bad for you’.”  “It’s okay, I thought you might be cranky.”  What a word to choose. “Do a lot of kids have that reaction?” I asked.  “Not as many as in third grade, but everyone deals with it differently. You get used to it after a while.” Said from experience, clearly. “The thing is, you were right. I made a choice that put you in that position, and I wouldn’t make that choice differently, so I shouldn’t have apologized.”  “You shouldn’t feel guilty about choosing to go to class,” I insisted. “The law says everyone has to complete primary and middle school, so if anyone complains, you just tell them it’s the law.”  We reached the stairs and started climbing. “I don’t think they could punish me for not going to class. Except they could exorcise me. I don’t think they’d exorcise me just for that. And that’s not the reason I want to go to school.”  “Are you sure? I don’t need to be told I’d be punished for stealing to know I shouldn’t do it. If you believe something is right, you’ll enforce the rule against yourself without having to think about it. Maybe that’s why you stopped growing between when you died and when you started third grade again—so you wouldn’t be breaking the law by missing any school.”  “I think I didn’t grow physically because I didn’t grow mentally, and my mind is all I am,” she said. That was an interesting theory. “And my most important rule should be to recognize what other people do for me, so what I should have said was, thank you for not using the toilet.”  “There was no way I could after you told me what happened before.”  “Which I only did because you cared enough to ask,” she pointed out.  “I had a thought about what Itou-sensei said,” I segued. She started blushing in expectation. “Suppose she’s right.”  “She is not right,” Hanako insisted, “it’s just nobody can tell because nobody uses my washroom as a washroom any more.”  It took me a moment to figure out what that meant. “Oh, you poop when anyone poops!”  “Yeah. For some reason it doesn’t happen with pee. It was only an issue when all the stalls were in use, but that happened enough that nobody wanted to take the risk anymore.”  “Even so, If you wore a diaper, could you haunt yourself?”  “I can’t change any of my clothes,” she replied, flustered. “I wish I could! This skirt is way too short, and I don’t know how it still fits around me.”  “How do you know you can’t?”  “I tried. Last year a girl took her clothes off while she was changing in my washroom in the morning, and she tried holding them around me, but I was still wearing the sweater and skirt.”  We reached the second floor and turned toward the classroom. “Oh,” I said disappointedly, “that’s what I would have suggested.”  “Speaking of Itou-sensei, you said clubs need the support of a teacher. Does it have to be a teacher-teacher, or could Itou-sensei do it as a staff member? She seems interested in answering my question, so she might support the Hanako’s Mystery Club.”  I stopped, and she took two steps in place before she realized it and turned to face me. “Look, up until lunch, this was one of my best days at school ever. As of right now, it’s the worst. Worse than the time I threw up in class. You saw what I was like when I pooped the diaper. I don’t think I can take any extra Hanako Duty.” She tried to pretend she was okay with what I had just said, but I could tell she was disappointed. “I won’t try to get out of it when it’s my turn,” I continued, “and I won’t drag you into the boys’ toilet. I wouldn’t even mind coming to your washroom early every morning to help you fill in your homework, because I think that would need to be finished before homeroom. I hope you’ll still think of me as a friend. But unless the club can meet in your washroom… I’m sorry I offered something I didn’t know I couldn’t give.”  She tried to smile, but I knew what her real smile looked like and it wasn’t that. “It’s okay. If Hanako Duty was fun, they wouldn’t let you get out of doing the other classroom chores when you had it. Maybe if you get used to it later in the year, we can try then.”  “We’ll see,” I said, but as we returned to the classroom I was sure it would never happen.  We had to wait outside the door briefly as the students cleaning the classroom finished up, then returned to my desk. Hikari was part of the classroom group, and Hanako went over to talk to her as usual while we waited for the classmates whose chores were outside the room to return. Once the chore period was over, Hanako returned to her chair, smiling in her familiar manner. I couldn’t feel jealous of Hikari at this point—as much as I would have liked that relationship with Hanako, it was reasonable for her to want to be friends with someone who could tolerate Hanako Duty better than me, and it seemed like Hikari was just such a someone. I still did my best at the classroom portion of Hanako Duty for the rest of the day. Morisawa-sensei took us to the art room, and since Hanako obviously couldn’t paint for herself, I did my best to follow her instructions. Then we came back to our homeroom for social studies, and she tried to participate as much as usual, though spending all her time at the school meant she was out of touch with current events. I wet my diaper lightly once in each class, since I was stuck wearing it anyways and I did have to admit it was convenient. And finally Morisawa-sensei returned for the end of day homeroom.  Since he knew he’d see us again at the end of the day, Morisawa-sensei didn’t hand out homework during his own class, because he used his spare period to mark our assignment and gave back those papers and the new homework together during dismissal. Typically he distributed them like the other teachers had, by leaving a stack with the front row students to pass back, but today he took two stacks of paper from his briefcase and walked down the file of desks by the doors, taking a sheet from each stack and placing them on each student’s desk.  “As you all know, today is the last day of the first cycle of Hanako Duty,” he said clearly for all to hear. “None of you would be in this class if your parents hadn’t given permission at the end of last year, and we would hope that they asked your opinion before making that decision, but ultimately that choice was up to them. So I would like to thank each of you for your contribution.” He reached the end of the file and started backwards up the next. “Of course on behalf of Hanako-san, but also all the other teachers at this school. We wouldn’t have this job if we didn’t have a passion for education, and it pained all of us to find out that there was a child who spent all her time at the school and wanted to go to class, but was unable to.  “I’m sure you had concerns about what having Hanako Duty would be like, and I hope you found them to be unwarranted.” He turned around and continued down the file next to mine. “Every other student and every teacher at this school knows that it doesn’t represent a failing on your part—in fact it represents a virtue, and there’s no shame in helping someone. And if any student tried to make you feel ashamed, I hope you reported it to a teacher so that student could be corrected.”  Ironically the concerns I had weren’t the ones I should have had. Hanako had said that the initial tests had been with students, and I think it would have been problematic to have her haunt a teacher, but I doubted that Morisawa-sensei had worn and used a diaper at some point and had someone change him so that he would know what we were going to experience.  “Unlike the other chores, the work of Hanako Duty is spread throughout the day.” Instead of turning forward, he zig-zagged across the rest of the back ranks. “You don’t have a floor, or a washroom, or a blackboard to look at and ask yourself, ‘Could I have done better?’ You may look at what your classmates have done and say, ‘I don’t need to do more than them, because it’s just for one day.’ You may hear that you can sit out from Phys Ed class and say, ‘If I can, I will, because it’s just for one day.’ She may want to sit in a particular place, but you have her sit with you, just for one day.” Now he worked his way around the remaining desks on the window side of the room. “But all of Hanako’s days are someone’s ‘just one day’, and if everyone makes the choice to do the minimum for their day, then Hanako gets the minimum school experience. So as you each have Hanako Duty for what will for most of you be the second time, I would like you to challenge yourself to do the most for her you can. For you it might be a little extra trouble, but together you can help her have a better every day.”  And as he said that he arrived at my desk, placing my marked homework and today’s blank assignment in front of me, then putting the remaining blank page in front of Hanako. “If you can get someone to help you fill it out, I’ll mark it for you,” he said to her. “If you can’t, at least you can practice for yourself. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it before.”  “Thank you, Sensei,” Hanako said.  “Thank you, Sensei,” I repeated, though I wasn’t sure if he would realize why. I was no longer worried that my classmates would resent me for raising the standard they would be held to for Hanako Duty, because Morisawa-sensei had asked them to hold themselves to a higher standard without mentioning me. I wondered if he had been planning to give this talk all along, but he probably wouldn’t have discouraged me from participating in Phys Ed class if he had, and the “just for one day” line echoed what I had said at lunch. Ironically, if that was when he made the decision, he would have had no way of knowing that I needed to hear that speech as much as them. Pooping myself may have dulled my enthusiasm for having Hanako Duty, but the reminder of how much it meant to Hanako meant that I wouldn’t take my distaste out on her.  As I took my two pages and Hanako’s one and put them into my backpack, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
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