One morning at school there was a math test in Chiaki's class. To peek at the answers beforehand, she sneaked into the teacher's lounge while no one was there and started rummaging through the math teacher's desk. Suddenly she heard footsteps outside the door, Chiaki panicked and quickly transformed herself into a pen on the teacher's desk.

  Yukari opened the door to the teacher's lounge and walked in, carrying a stack of papers in her hand. She made her way to her desk and placed the papers down, then noticed the pen lying on her desk. She picked it up, examining it briefly before shrugging and putting it in her pocket.

  As Yukari made her way to the classroom, Chiaki, in her pen form, tried to listen in on the conversation between the teacher and the students, but couldn't hear much. Finally, Yukari arrived in the classroom and began passing out the test papers.

  Chiaki watched as the students began scribbling away, their pencils scratching against the paper. She felt a sense of excitement as she realized that she was a part of this, a part of the test. She tried to position herself in a way that would give her the best view of the answers as they were being written down.

  As the students continued to work, Chiaki watched intently, trying to make sense of the equations and formulas. She found herself getting lost in the problems, forgetting that she was even a pen at all.

  Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of the test. Yukari collected the papers and made her way back to the teacher's lounge, where she placed the papers back on her desk and pulled Chiaki out of her pocket.

  Chiaki breathed a sigh of relief, happy to be back in her normal form. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about her adventure as a pen.

  But it didn't go the way Chiaki had planned.

  After the test, the Yukari-sensei took papers and supplies with her, including Chiaki. She used Chiaki to check the tests after class in the teacher's lounge.

  As Yukari clicked Chiaki's button, she felt a pleasant jolt and realized that being used as a pen was not so bad after all. She listened carefully as Yukari checked each answer and made notes on the papers.

  After the tests were checked, Yukari placed the papers in a folder and placed Chiaki back on the desk. Chiaki remained still, hoping not to be noticed, as Yukari tidied up the room and left.

  As the door closed behind the teacher, Chiaki breathed a sigh of relief. She had managed to avoid getting caught and had even gained some valuable insights into the workings of a teacher's mind.

  After a short time, Yukari returned to the teachers' lounge.

  Chiaki was enjoying her time as a pen, despite the fact that she was still in her transformed state. She had grown accustomed to the feeling of being clicked, and she found it oddly satisfying to leave ink marks on the paper. As Yukari continued to work, Chiaki couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to turn back into a human again.

  As the night went on, Yukari finally finished her work and gathered her things. She picked up Chiaki and put her in her pencil case, then left the teachers' lounge and headed home.

  Chiaki felt a bit nervous being carried around like a regular pen, but she tried to stay calm and continue her role as a writing utensil. Eventually, Yukari arrived home and put her pencil case on her desk. Chiaki could hear the sound of Yukari's computer turning on, and she knew that it was time for the teacher to grade some papers.

  Yukari took out the papers and started grading them, occasionally clicking Chiaki's button to check the ink flow. Chiaki felt a strange sensation each time the button was clicked, but she couldn't quite place what it was.

  As Yukari continued to grade, Chiaki began to feel a bit lightheaded. She wondered if it was from being in her transformed state for too long. Suddenly, she felt herself losing consciousness, and everything went black.

  "It's got loose again." - Yukari remarked. She put the spring and button back into the pen and inserted the cap back on.

  As soon as the cap was clicked back in place, Chiaki suddenly experienced a special sense of integrity.

  Feeling whole and complete once again, Chiaki was relieved that the teacher had fixed her pen form. She wondered if the teacher had noticed anything strange about her, but it seemed like Yukari had simply thought that the pen was broken.

  As Yukari continued her work, Chiaki enjoyed the sensation of being used to mark papers, feeling the ink flow out of her tip and onto the paper. It was a satisfying feeling, even if she couldn't quite understand why.

  Eventually, the teacher finished her work and put Chiaki back on the desk.

  Chiaki, lying on the table next to the pencils, thought: "I wonder if Yukari-sensei knows that I'm actually a human. It's funny that I'm currently just a pen on her desk, but I'm grateful that she fixed me. Maybe one day I'll be able to tell her the truth, but for now, I'll just have to keep up this charade." Chiaki thought, feeling a sense of sadness and loneliness wash over her. "I wish I could talk to someone right now, but I guess being a pen has its limitations."

  She looked at a pencil next to her. Chiaki noticed that the pencil next to her was brand new and had not yet been sharpened. Its eraser was still pristine and untouched. She wondered if the pencil was nervous about being sharpened and used for the first time.

  Then she looked at the eraser lying next to it. Chiaki realized that the eraser was covered in graphite, a result of the countless mistakes made by students during their tests. She wondered if the eraser ever wished to be something else, like a pencil or a pen, instead of just a tool to correct mistakes. She wondered if she herself had made the right choice by becoming a pen.

  As she pondered this, Yukari suddenly picked up the eraser and used it to erase a mistake on one of the test papers. Chiaki could feel the eraser being pressed onto the paper, and she felt a small jolt of energy as the graphite was removed.

  She thought to herself, "Maybe being an eraser isn't so bad after all. After all, without erasers, we wouldn't be able to correct our mistakes and learn from them."

  Yukari finished her paperwork, put a Chiaki, pencil, and eraser in her pencil case, and stowed it in her bag beside the bed.

  Yukari went to bed early, because tomorrow was another day at work in the school.

  As the teacher went to bed, Chiaki felt a sense of relief knowing that she would finally have a moment to rest. She closed her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep inside the pencil case, listening to the sound of Yukari's breathing. The gentle rhythm lulled her into a peaceful slumber, and she felt safe and content in her cozy new home.

  Chiaki woke up to Yukari clicking her button and beginning to draw a pen sketch of a landscape on a piece of paper. Yukari came to work early and decided to just pass the time before her first class.

  Chiaki, as a pen, couldn't help but feel excited as Yukari started to draw. She could feel the pressure of the paper against her tip, and the ink flowing out smoothly as Yukari made each stroke. Chiaki had never been used to create art before, and she found it to be a unique and satisfying experience.

  As Yukari continued to sketch, Chiaki began to feel a sense of appreciation for the teacher. She had initially been wary of Yukari, fearing that she might discover Chiaki's true identity and report her to the authorities. But over time, Chiaki had come to see that Yukari was a kind and compassionate person, who genuinely cared about her students and their well-being.

  As Yukari finished her drawing, she set Chiaki down on the desk and smiled at her creation. Chiaki could sense the satisfaction in her teacher's demeanor, and she felt a sense of pride in having played a small part in it.

  In class, Yukari took out a Chiaki and began to mark absent students.

  As Yukari began marking the absent students with Chiaki, Chiaki felt a sense of usefulness and importance. She was being used for a practical purpose, rather than just being a decoration on the teacher's desk. She felt a sense of satisfaction as she was used to complete a task.

  Yukari finished marking the absent students and put Chiaki back in her pencil case. Throughout the day, Chiaki was used multiple times by Yukari to mark papers, take notes, and even draw diagrams on the board during a lesson.

  As the day came to a close, Yukari packed up her things and headed out of the classroom. She put Chiaki back in her pencil case and headed out to her car. As they drove home, Chiaki once again felt a sense of usefulness as she was being carried by someone who needed her.

  Chiaki, lying in her pencil case, thought: "I wonder what it would be like to be a human again. I've been a pen for so long now. But then again, being a pen has its own advantages. I get to see and experience things from a different perspective. And I get to be close to Yukari, who takes good care of me. Maybe it's not so bad being a pen after all."

  After work, Yukari went into a restaurant with her colleagues. Yukari took a pen out of her pencil case to write down the number on a napkin, and it was Chiaki who she took out. As Yukari began to write, Chiaki felt the familiar jolt of her button being clicked, and she knew she was once again being used to write.

  As Yukari continued writing, Chiaki took in the surroundings of the restaurant. She saw the dim lighting and the soft music playing in the background. She also saw a delicious-looking dessert being served at a nearby table.

  Chiaki started to feel a bit hungry herself, but she knew that she was just a pen and couldn't eat anything. Instead, she decided to focus on the writing and help Yukari jot down the important details of the meeting.

  After they finished, Yukari put Chiaki back in her pencil case and headed out of the restaurant with her colleagues.

  At home, Yukari again checked the students' homework with Chiaki in her hand and made notes about her plans for the weekend.

  As Yukari was checking the homework, she accidentally dropped Chiaki on the table. Chiaki rolled and fell off the table onto the floor. Yukari quickly picked up the pen and examined it to make sure it wasn't damaged.

  Chiaki felt a little shaken up, but she was relieved that she was okay. She thought to herself, "I need to be careful not to get dropped like that again."

  Yukari finished checking the homework and put Chiaki back in her pencil case. She then went to bed, ready for another day at work.

  In the morning, before class, Yukari pinned a pen in her pocket so that the pen could see everything. Chiaki, being the pen that was pinned to Yukari's pocket, had a new perspective of the world around her. As Yukari walked around the school, Chiaki could see the faces of passing students and teachers, the walls of the classrooms and hallways, and even the sky outside through the window. It was a strange sensation, being attached to Yukari's pocket and being able to see everything from a different angle.

  Chiaki wondered if other pens had ever experienced something like this before, being able to see the world from such a unique perspective. She was grateful for the experience, even if it was just for a short time.

  At the class, Yukari took out Chiaki from her pocket and began to write on the blackboard. Chiaki felt a little dizzy from the sudden movement but quickly regained her balance. As Yukari was teaching, Chiaki could feel the pen strokes on the board, and it was a strange sensation for her to be part of the teacher's lesson.

  After the class, Yukari went to the teachers' lounge and put Chiaki on the desk. Chiaki observed Yukari grading some papers and preparing her lesson plan for the next day. It was interesting for Chiaki to see how the teacher worked, and she felt like she was learning a lot about the teaching profession.

  As the day went on, Chiaki realized that she had developed a strong bond with Yukari. Even though she was just a pen, she felt like she was an important part of Yukari's life. She knew that Yukari took good care of her and valued her as a tool for her work.

  As the day came to an end, Yukari put Chiaki back in her pencil case and headed home. Chiaki felt a little sad that she had to leave the teacher's side, but she knew that she would be back in Yukari's hand the next day, ready to continue their work together.

  On the way home, Yukari decided to stop and sketch a beautiful sunset over the river with her pen. Chiaki felt a sense of excitement as she was brought out of the pocket and used to create a beautiful work of art. She felt proud to have been a part of it, even if only as a tool. As Yukari packed up her things and headed home, Chiaki wondered what other adventures the day would bring.

  On the weekend, Yukari and her family went to a DIY store, and as they were browsing through the aisles, Yukari realized that she had forgotten to bring a shopping list. She took out Chiaki from her pencil case and used her to jot down the items they needed to buy, including paint, brushes, and sandpaper.

  Chiaki couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by all the items on the list, but she was also excited to see what Yukari was going to create with them. As they left the store, Yukari clicked Chiaki's button a few times, as if to say thank you for her help.

  At home, Yukari set up a makeshift art studio in the garage, and Chiaki watched in amazement as she transformed a plain wooden table into a beautiful work of art. She used the paint and brushes they had bought, carefully layering different colors to create a stunning gradient effect.

  Throughout the day, Chiaki was used to jot down notes, sketch out ideas, and even sign Yukari's finished masterpiece. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that she had played a small part in bringing Yukari's artistic vision to life.

  Chiaki, being pinned in Yukari's pocket, thought: "I wonder what kind of project they're going to work on? Maybe they're going to build something for their home. It must be nice to have a family that works together on projects like this. I wonder if they'll use me to make any measurements or sketches? It would be nice to be part of their creative process."

  Chiaki really liked working together with the tape measure and the square. She helped to accurately mark the points for drilling. As Yukari continued to work on her DIY project, Chiaki couldn't help but marvel at how useful she was being. She had never imagined that being a pen could be so fulfilling. From helping to measure and mark the wood to jotting down notes and sketches, she was an essential tool in Yukari's project.

  Chiaki also couldn't help but feel grateful to Yukari for taking her along on these adventures. She had been stuck in a drawer for so long before Yukari had found her, and now she was able to experience new things and be useful in ways she had never imagined.

  As the day came to a close and Yukari and her family admired their finished project, Chiaki felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had helped create something beautiful and useful, and she knew that she would continue to be a valuable asset to Yukari in the future.

  The next day, Chiaki was proudly pinned in Yukari's pocket, feeling important and useful. Yukari had a lot of errands to run that day, and Chiaki went with her everywhere. They went to the bank, the post office, and even a cafe for a quick break.

  At the cafe, Yukari took out Chiaki and used her to jot down a few notes in her planner. Chiaki felt a sense of satisfaction at being so useful in helping Yukari stay organized.

  As Yukari sipped her coffee, Chiaki observed the people around them, watching their conversations and movements. She felt curious about the world outside of the pencil case and wondered what it would be like to interact with people as a pen. But she knew that her place was with Yukari, and she felt content knowing that she was helping her in her daily life.

  Chiaki felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment as she realized that she was able to help Yukari in many different ways. From marking papers to drawing sketches and even helping with household tasks, Chiaki was grateful to have found such a purposeful role in Yukari's life. As she lay in Yukari's pocket, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging.

  She was Yukari's pen, after all.

  And being Yukari's pen was an important and fulfilling role for Chiaki. She enjoyed being useful and helping Yukari with her daily tasks. She felt a sense of pride every time Yukari took her out of her pocket to write something down as if she was a valuable tool in helping Yukari navigate her life.

  Chiaki thought as she lay on the table in Yukari's room:

  "I'm just a pen, but it feels good to be useful to someone. I may be small and simple, but I can make a big difference in Yukari's life. It's not about being something fancy or extraordinary, but about doing what you can with what you have. I'm grateful to have a purpose and a place in Yukari's daily routine."

  Meanwhile, across town, Futaba was concerned about Chiaki's absence.

  Futaba wondered where Chiaki could be, as she hadn't seen her all week. She decided to call her, but there was no answer. She sent her a message, but there was no reply. Futaba began to worry that something had happened to her friend. She knew that Chiaki had been nervous about the math test, and she wondered if she had fallen ill from stress or anxiety.

  Futaba decided to go to Chiaki's house to check on her. When she arrived, she found that no one was home. She went to Chiaki's room and saw that it was empty. Futaba began to panic, wondering where her friend could be. She decided to ask around and see if anyone had seen her.

  Futaba asked Haruka if she had seen Chiaki at school.

  Haruka replied, "No, I haven't seen her this week."

  Futaba shook her head. "I can't get ahold of her either. I'm worried something might have happened."

  Haruka thought for a moment. "Well, maybe we should try calling Yukari-sensei. She might know where Chiaki is."

  Futaba nodded in agreement, and they both pulled out their phones to try calling Yukari.

  Yukari answered: "I haven't seen her, but I'll keep an eye out for her. Let me know if you find her."

  Futaba started to feel anxious, wondering where Chiaki could be. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She decided to retrace her steps and search of the school again.

  Meanwhile, Chiaki lay on the table in Yukari's room, feeling content in her role as a pen. She had forgotten all about her past life as a girl and was now fully immersed in her new identity. As Yukari picked her up and started writing with her, Chiaki felt a sense of purpose and belonging.

  She didn't realize that there were people out there looking for her, people who knew her true identity. She was happy just being Yukari's pen.

  Futaba and Haruka started looking for Chiaki the next day at school. They searched all the classrooms, the library, the gym, and the cafeteria, but they couldn't find Chiaki. They asked some of their classmates if they had seen her, but no one had.

  Feeling worried and frustrated, Futaba decided to go to the teacher's lounge to ask Yukari if she had seen Chiaki. She knocked on the door and peeked in.

  "Excuse me, sensei. Have you seen Chiaki around?" Futaba asked.

  Yukari looked up from her paperwork and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone named Chiaki."

  Futaba hesitated for a moment, not sure how to explain. "She's a friend of ours, but we can't seem to find her anywhere. We're worried about her."

  Yukari frowned in concern. "I see. Well, I'll keep an eye out for her. Let me know if you find anything."

  Futaba nodded, still feeling uneasy. She and Haruka continued their search, hoping to find some clue as to where Chiaki could be.

  Meanwhile, the pen was enjoying the feeling of being used to write notes and make drawings in Yukari's hands. Chiaki felt a sense of fulfillment as she helped Yukari accomplish her tasks throughout the day. She didn't think about her previous life as a girl, but instead focused on her current purpose as a pen.

  As the day went on, Yukari went to various places, including the park and the library, and Chiaki was with her every step of the way. Chiaki felt a sense of belonging with Yukari and was content in her role as a useful tool for the teacher.

  However, little did Chiaki know that her former friends, Futaba and Haruka, were still searching for her.

  A few days later, as Haruka passed Yukari in the corridor of the school, she felt the faint presence of a special aura

  Haruka couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about Yukari's aura felt familiar to her. She couldn't help but wonder if there was some connection to Chiaki, the missing girl they had been searching for.

  As Haruka continued down the hallway, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She decided to mention it to Futaba, who had also been searching for Chiaki.

  Later that day, Futaba and Haruka met up to discuss their findings. Haruka told Futaba about the strange aura she had felt around Yukari, and they both began to wonder if there was more to this than they had originally thought.

  They decided to keep an eye on Yukari and see if there were any other clues that might lead them to Chiaki.

  The next day at the school, as Futaba and Haruka were walking towards their classroom, they noticed Yukari writing something on a piece of paper with a pen. As they got closer, they noticed something familiar about the pen. It was probably Chiaki!

  Futaba and Haruka looked at each other in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the pen they were looking for all this time was in the possession of Yukari, their teacher.

  Yukari noticed the two girls staring at her and asked, "Is everything alright?"

  Futaba and Haruka hesitated for a moment, but finally, Futaba spoke up, "Yukari-sensei, is that pen yours?"

  Yukari looked at the pen in her hand and replied, "Yes, it's mine. Why do you ask?"

  Futaba hesitated again, but finally gathered the courage to ask, "Does the pen have a name, Yukari-sensei?"

  Yukari looked at the pen again and replied, "No, it's just a regular pen. Why do you ask?"

  Futaba and Haruka exchanged another look before Haruka spoke up, "It's nothing, Yukari-sensei. We were just curious."

  Yukari shrugged and went back to writing. Futaba and Haruka walked away, feeling disappointed that they couldn't find Chiaki.

  As they walked down the hallway, Futaba couldn't shake the feeling that the pen in Yukari's hand was somehow connected to Chiaki. She decided to investigate further and asked Haruka to help her come up with a plan.

  In the hallway of the school, Haruka said: "That was Chiaki. That pen was in Yukari's hands. I can feel it."

  Futaba looked at Haruka, surprised. "Are you sure?" she asked.

  Haruka nodded firmly. "Yes, I'm sure. I felt her aura. It was unmistakable."

  Futaba looked down at her feet, lost in thought. "But how can that be?" she murmured. "Chiaki was a girl, not a pen. How could she have turned into a pen?"

  Haruka shrugged. "I don't know, but I felt it. We have to find a way to get that pen back and figure out what's going on."

  Futaba nodded, determined. "You're right. Let's do it."

  Futaba sighed: "Again, Chiaki has immersed herself in the character completely and totally. She thinks, she was pen now."

  Haruka raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean, 'again'?"

  Futaba looked at Haruka, surprised. "Oh, I forgot to mention that, didn't I? Chiaki has always been a bit of a method actor. When she gets really into a role, she tends to forget who she really is and become fully immersed in the character."

  Haruka nodded, understanding. "I see. That must be why she's so good at acting."

  Futaba smiled, "Yes, it definitely helps her give authentic performances being transformed. But it can also be a bit concerning when she takes it too far, like she seems to have done this time."

  Haruka nodded again, "Well, let's just hope she comes back to herself soon."

  Futaba agreed, "Yes, let's." And the two friends continued on their way down the hallway.

  Haruka said: "Let's just get Chiaki off Yukari's desk while no one's looking."

  Futaba hesitated for a moment, "I don't know if that's the right thing to do. What if we upset Chiaki? She seems to be content as a pen right now."

  As they walked to their classroom, they kept a lookout for Yukari's desk. Once they spotted it, they saw Chiaki lying there next to a notebook.

  Futaba couldn't help but feel a little sad as she looked at her friend in the form of a pen. She wondered how long it would take for Chiaki to snap out of it and remember who she really was.

  Haruka noticed her friend's expression and put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, Futaba. We'll help Chiaki however we can."

  Futaba smiled at her friend, grateful for her support. They both walked into their classroom, hoping that their friend would return to herself soon.

  Meanwhile, Chiaki was lying on the table, waiting for Yukari to pick her up and start taking notes. She thought: "I'm such a useful pen. Yukari always takes me everywhere she goes. I wonder what she'll need me for next? Maybe she'll sketch another beautiful scenery, or maybe she'll use me to grade her students' papers. Whatever it is, I'm ready to help her out."

  At the end of class, while Yukari was busy with other students, Futaba simply took Chiaki off the table and walked out of the classroom with Haruka.

  Chiaki, still in her pen form, was confused and disoriented as she was carried away by Futaba and Haruka. She didn't understand what was happening, but she sensed that something was not right. She tried to struggle free, but her efforts were in vain.

  As they made their way down the hallway, Futaba whispered to Haruka, "We need to find a way to help Chiaki remember who she really is."

  Haruka nodded in agreement. "But how do we do that?" she asked.

  Futaba thought for a moment. "Maybe we can try to trigger some memories by talking about things from our past," she suggested.

  They continued walking until they found a quiet corner of the school where they could talk without being overheard. Futaba and Haruka sat down, and Futaba held Chiaki in her hand.

  "Chiaki," Futaba began, "do you remember when we used to play together as kids?"

  Chiaki didn't respond. She didn't remember anything about her past as a girl. All she knew was that she was a pen.

  "Think back," Haruka urged. "Remember the games we used to play, the things we used to do together."

  Futaba and Haruka spent the next hour reminiscing about their childhood, sharing stories and memories in the hopes of triggering something in Chiaki's mind. But nothing seemed to work.

  At home, Futaba put Chiaki in a glass of pencils and told Fumi and Alice: "We finally found her. Fumi, do you want to draw?"

  Fumi eagerly replied, "Yes, let's draw together!" while Alice smiled and said, "That sounds like a fun activity."

  Futaba looked at Chiaki in the glass of pencils and said, "I'm sorry we took you without asking, Chiaki. We were just worried about you."

  Chiaki didn't respond, but she felt a strange sensation as she saw Futaba and her friends looking at her with concern. She couldn't remember why she felt so important to Yukari, but now she felt a new sense of belonging with her friends.

  Fumi gently picked up Chiaki and held her in her hand. "Let's draw something together, Chiaki. And then we'll figure out how to turn you back into a girl."

  Chiaki didn't know what to think or feel, but she felt grateful to be with her friends and to be a part of something again.

  In the evening, Futaba put a pen on the table and said: "Time to revert back, Chiaki!"

  Futaba's words confused Chiaki, who had become so used to being a pen that she almost forgot she was once a human. She wondered what Futaba meant by "revert back." She was a pen, after all. The pen must lie on the table, waiting to be picked up. Still not getting an answer, Futaba picked her up and placed her back in her pencil case.

  Chiaki felt a sense of familiarity and comfort being back in her pencil case, but at the same time, she felt a sense of loss. She wondered why she felt that way, but the feeling was fleeting, and she soon forgot about it.

  The next night, Futaba and Haruka got Chiaki out of the pencil case and spent the night, carefully and in great detail telling Chiaki about their school life together, showing pictures on her phone, and talking about Chiaki's previous transformations, about her magic source, which allowed her to turn into a pen.

  Futaba said, that Chiaki's transformation into a pen was just her rash impulsive act, but it wasn't meant to take over her identity completely. She reminded Chiaki of all the fun times they had together, playing games, studying for exams, and going out for ice cream.

  As Futaba finished her speech, a warm feeling started to spread throughout Chiaki's body. It started at the tip of her pen and slowly worked its way up, until her entire body was enveloped in a bright light.

  Chiaki felt a strange sensation as her body began to shift and change. Her pen casing started to soften and warp, transforming into smooth, delicate skin. Her ink reservoir dwindled down to nothing, and her nib retracted into her hand, forming a delicate set of fingers.

  The light surrounding her intensified until it was blindingly bright, and then suddenly it disappeared. In its place stood a human girl, Chiaki, looking just as she had before her transformation.

  Chiaki gasped, looking down at herself in disbelief. She felt her hair, her clothes, and her skin, still unable to believe that she was no longer a pen. She looked up at Futaba and Haruka, tears in her eyes.

  "Futaba, Haruka, thank you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for bringing me back to myself."

  Alice said: "Great! Just another Chiaki's transformation reverted back successfully. Let's all have tea and cookies!"

  Fumi clapped her hands in excitement, "Yay! I'm glad Chiaki is back to being herself again. And I can't wait to play with her again!"

  As they all sat down to enjoy tea and cookies, Chiaki felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad to be back to her human form and to be with her friends again.

  She thanked Futaba, Haruka, Fumi, and Alice for helping her remember who she truly was and for accepting her, no matter how she looked or what form she took.

  Looking around at her friends, Chiaki knew that she was lucky to have them in her life, and she promised herself that she would never forget that again.

  Futaba asked, sipping her black tea from the cup: "Chiaki, what kind of ink do you like better?"

  Chiaki paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I think I prefer blue ink. It just has a certain je ne sais quoi, you know?" Futaba and Haruka giggled at the unexpected response.

  Haruka smiled, and said, "I don't think Chiaki has any preferences when it comes to ink. After all, she's not really a pen." They all chuckled at the thought.

  Alice said: "Let's finish all these cookies! Who wants more tea?"

  Futaba said: "I'm good for now, but thank you, Alice."

  Haruka replied: "I think I'll have another cup, please."

  Fumi added: "I want some too, please!"

  Alice smiled and poured more tea for Haruka and Fumi. The group enjoyed the rest of the evening, chatting and laughing over tea and cookies.