"I promise when I come back... I'll be one hell of a doctor by then."
"And I promise when you come back... I'll put a fucking ring on this finger."
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Sano Shinichiro × Fem Reader
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I run out of our house going to nowhere in particular. After Dad gave me that paper he received a call from the hospital so he ended up leaving again. I was planning to just stay in my room and wallow everything the night away but when I got in my room I only felt more suffocated than I already am.
All my advanced books lay on my study table, questionnaire sheets on the table and some scattered on the floor. The sight of it just made me sick. I can see a girl, me, studying so hard last night because since that dinner she just don't want to disappoint her parents.
In the end, even after all those late self-study sessions, I still ended up disappointing them. Maybe I really do need a tutor. Maybe they're right. I can't do this on my own. But why can't I? Why am I not capable?
So that's why I ran out. I didn't even get to change out of my uniform. I just dropped my bag on the floor and storm out. I should've change... but I don't want to turn back. I want to get away, far away until I can't feel the heavy weight they're putting on me.
As I was about to turn the corner I was startled by the motorcycle that appeared from the other side. I stepped back, falling on my own butt. My hand grazed on the rough ground and I can already feel the sting of small scratches.
"Oh I'm sor- (Y/N)-san? Oh no! I'm sorry, are you alright?"
I look up at the familiar voice and then saw black worried eyes looking at me. He got off of his ride and immediately came to my aid. He hold me by my forearms, carefully helping me up.
"I'm really sorry (Y/N)-san!" He apologized again. His hands stayed on my forearms as he check me if I got hurt. Before he could see my hands, I pressed them on my skirt.
Seeing someone familiar made me feel a sting on my eyes, and then started getting all teary eyed. I look away from him, finding myself looking at his motorcycle. I recognize it, it was the same one in the bike shop, the one on the small platform.
"How are you? Are you alright?"
I froze at his question, not blinking at all as I stared back at his black eyes. My heart, it felt like someone's squeezing it hard. That's the question I wanted to hear that time. I want my parents to ask me how I am. I want them to show concern on me and not on my studies. I want to see them care for me and not for my grades.
"Idiot! Of course, you're not! I almost hit you with my bike!" Sano-kun let go of one of my arms and slap his own forehead.
I was silent and unresponsive, biting back the urge to cry and just let it all out. I figured he noticed as he stared back at me, concern filling his eyes. His eyes, they're so dark, but for some reason even with them being dark I could always see how he feels. When he's happy, flustered, serious, nervous and right now. Right now, all I see in his eyes is what I want at the moment. Care, serious concern. At least he cares for me.
