Notes Left on the Doorstep

Day 42

DAY 1

Giyu's consciousness slipped away just when he needed it most. It did that sometimes.

Fortunately, this time it did so in such a way that he slumped forward in his chair, which gave the false appearance that he was simply hunched over his phone in intense concentration.

A mercifully brief moment later, Giyu's lungs conceded to breathe, and awareness returned to his reeling mind. His phone was still ringing. Shinazugawa was still waving from his window, though his brow was knit in minor confusion.

Giyu leapt out of his chair and, completely forgetting the existence of doors, Giyu crashed into the sliding glass one behind him. The collision bounced him backward and on to his ass. Undaunted, he crawled inside sparing nary a glance at the man across the way who was now watching Giyu with growing concern.

Giyu sat on the floor and leaned against a cabinet. He rejected Shinazugawa's call and furiously texted instead.

GIYU: You're supposed to text not call!

SANEMI: You didn't specify.

GIYU: No one calls anymore! 

Why would anyone in their right mind call instead of text?

SANEMI: I wanted to hear your voice.

GIYU: You can't just jump right into phone calls.

There's a process. You have to work up to phone calls.

SANEMI: I don't have to work up to phone calls.

GIYU: We haven't even spoken in real life!

Technically we haven't even met.

SANEMI: I didn't think it would be a big deal.

GIYU: And you want to launch right into a call?

SANEMI: Can you calm down a second?

GIYU: TEXTING.

Texting is the next logical step after letter writing.

NOT a phone call!

SANEMI: Okay okay. I'll stick to texting. Alright?

GIYU: Okay. Good.

I appreciate it.

SANEMI: Do you?

GIYU: Yes, of course.

SANEMI: You're kind of a pain in the ass. You know that don't you?

GIYU: I'm sorry.

If you don't want to text—

SANEMI: I didn't say that.

GIYU: But I really am difficult. I know it. So, I totally understand if you'd rather not.

SANEMI: Tomioka.

GIYU: Yes?

SANEMI: How was your day?

GIYU: My day?

SANEMI: Yeah, how was it?

GIYU: Oh.

My day.

It was good. Typical.

Yours?

SANEMI: Tough. My fiancé

Ex-fiancé picked up the rest of her things this morning.

GIYU: So that's whose truck that was.

SANEMI: You spying on me again?