𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔// 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂

AN OLD TALE

-8 years ago-

"So, you were grumpy 'cause of a simple sold out ice cream flavor???" Haruchiyo, 18 years old at that time, smugly asks you while leaning on the doorframe.

"I WAS CRAVING, OKAY???" You snapped at him for teasing. "PLUS, it was your fault, you took so long with that meeting..." you pouted.

"Nuh uh uh, I was on time. Okay, now stop sulking." He sat on the bed, beside you, as he stroked your hair.

"Fine, tell me a story instead." You suggested.

"Sorry...?" He asked for clarification.

"A story, you know...any kind..." you smiled as you laid your head on his lap.

"Okay...uhh, what do you want it to be about...?" Still unsure, he lets you lay down on his lap, re-arranging himself on the bed.

"About us..." you thought for a while and replied.

 He contemplated about what "story" about you would he tell you. In each day there is, he is quite astonished about you. The way you start your day, how you go on in case things do not really go your way, and how you end it as you transition for the next. He's known you for quite some time, yet everyday, he feels like new chapters open for him to know more of. 

That's right, new chapters... he thought to himself.

"How about...I tell you of what I want us to be?" He suddenly spoke up after a few seconds of him contemplating on your request.

"Hmmm...?" You hummed as a reply.

"I wished..." he starts.

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-PRESENT TIME-

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"Love..." he utters quietly yet still audible. "How about you tell me a story..." he looks at your tear- filled eyes, crying for him. A sight he never wishes to see again, and yet, here it is. His blood- drenched suit, his weak figure, his head laying on your lap as you carefully and gently stroke his hair. Oh how the tables have turned...drastically.

"A...about what...?" she tries to talk while suppressing her sobs, looking at the sight she wished to never see, ever.

"About...us..." he held your hand, gently, holding it tightly but also carefully. He holds it close to his heart, careful enough to not hurt you in any way, holding it as if it was fragile. "Like...what are our next chapters going to be?" he smiled weakly at her.

"Well... I wish to be with you, forever..." She was trembling of fear. "I want to be yours until we grow old, until our kids have their own..." she chuckled painfully.

"I would love that..." he gave her hand a squeeze until she felt his hand weaken every second that passes.

"Love...?" She was shocked. "LOVE!!!"

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"Y/n, I swear, if you don't eat..." Kakucho knocks for the umpteenth time on Y/n's room. It has been a week and a half since the incident happened, Sanzu was brought to their hospital, still is unconscious. The girl was left under the care of the members as they fix the whole situation while also taking a break. You never stopped crying, never went out, never had any sight of what is going on outside. You broke down in each day. Bonten was also upset, disappointed, but they cannot risk things now. 

"I will handle it now, go take a break Kakucho." Rindou pats the man's shoulder as he took over his task. "Y/n..." he gently knocks.

"Rindou, please. Give it a rest. I am not coming out." you said, clearly sounding like you just finished crying again. 

"Oh no...I am not that kind of man. Say, how about we make a deal..." he pauses. "You listen to us, take care of yourself, then we let you see Sanzu..." he suggests.

You thought of it. It would help you feel a bit better if you get to see his progress at the hospital. A part of you also wants to just not do that at all. It still hurts. You were kind of blaming yourself for involving him in this whole family conflict that turned to them.

"I am sure Sanzu won't like seeing you like this...So please...do it for him..." He says.

You slowly opened your door, facing him as Rindou smiled.

"Alright, go take a bath, eat, then we'll call Koko to see how he is doing."

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"Sanzu... you won't get any better with this sulking." Koko tried to do the same thing on Sanzu, but he seems so low and out of his mind. 

Koko gave up, as he received a call from one of his co- workers.

"Hey..." he sighed tiringly.

"Is Sanzu awake?" Rindou asked first. "Someone wants to talk to him..."

As soon as Sanzu heard their conversation, his ears perked up as he sits up from his bed and looks at the screen.

"Hi...Love..." you sobbed, seeing him in such a weak state. "H...how are you?" you asked...

"l...love..." he replied so weakly, his voice hoarse, probably dried from being in such a long sleep.

You talking to him made it feel less heavier than it was. Although it feels different when you see him inside the house everyday, he is definitely going to fight for you. Later on, you also started going to work in Bonten as you receive news about him being in a gradual state of improvement from his current status. That inspires you to also move forward until you get to see him and feel him physically again. Well, that didn't take too long. A day before his release from being in the hospital to just recovering further at home.

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"You seem so happy, pinkie." Ran teased him as usual.

"Of course, I am! Why don't you go find a woman who would do this to you, so you won't have to be jealous of me." Haruchiyo retorted.

"Yeah yeah, once I do. I will make sure you taste your own medicine, like a non- stop boasting about my girl." the older Haitani claps back.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sanzu." a nurse knocks on the door and goes in. "Its time for your last check- up before we release you." she smiled but you couldn't really see it from being covered by a mask.

"Go ahead..." he closed his eyes, as he smirks, "Love."

"What??" Ran was shocked he got through your disguise.

"HOWWWWWWWWWWW???" You removed your mask as he chuckled in a deep tone.

"Oh please, you guys got to have new disguising techniques. This one's a child's play." he still has his eyes closed.

"Well, whatever. Doctor said you're good to go. So... get changed and I'll drop you both off..." Ran said as it later on happened.

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-4 days later-

He saw you sulking at the living room, a pillow covering almost half of your body. Clearly pissed about something.

He leans in a doorframe and smugly says, "So, you were grumpy 'cause of a simple sold out ice cream flavor???"

"I WAS CRAVING, OKAY???"