A wedding.
To think Katsumi Sutorimu was dreading a wedding more than a phone call two years ago that determined if she got her dream job or not. A wedding. But not just any wedding, a wedding that was no ordinary event at all. In fact, she is convinced this wedding is all anyone can talk about in the old high school group chat she muted two weeks ago. The spam was more than she could handle and Haru made sure to update her if something interesting was said other than questions about where the best place to rent a suit is.
A wedding she found herself planning and organizing because it is not often when your best friend marries his high school sweetheart.
It was all very dreamy, the venue, the season, the suits, the invitations and even the center pieces. Then if everything about this anticipated and foreseen wedding was dreamy, why was Katsumi sweating in her sleep when she dreamt about it this morning?
The day is April 4th, 2023. Six days before the wedding and a rather cloudy morning in Tokyo. Katsumi squints her eyes towards the windows to her left and by the looks of it, today will be an unpleasant day to roam around the city (not to mention the fact that she will most likely hear about a nerve-wrecked groom fearing this weather will follow them to the distant wedding venue). A sleepy hand smacks her nightstand in an attempt to find her phone, and once she gets a proper hold of it she holds it close to her face.
6:47 AM. Oh the pleasure of having thirteen more minutes to lay in bed before the day knocks on the door or rings on the phone. Katsumi places the device on her chest and looks at the white ceiling above her, which now that she looks at it, carries a rather blue tone alongside the rest of the room because of the cloudy, early morning light.
Her head is already full and busy, blame it on the dream that kept her company during her sleep last night.
Why would you think of those things?
She thinks to herself, the image of a smile and silver hair still fresh in her memories. The memories that follow her even after two long years. It was logical that he would be more of a constant thought with the wedding so close in date, but to go as far as haunt her dreams? Katsumi knew this was more than she could properly handle.
I should've taken the melatonin gummies Haru got me yesterday.
She now curses herself, because once again Haru knew the dreams about him would make a reappearance in Katsumi's life because of a simple fact. A fact that even the soon groom to-be thinks about as much as his wedding with Kuroo:
Katsumi is still in love with Sugawara.
Two years have passed since they last saw each other on Miyagi's central train station. The evening when Katsumi took the abrupt decision to end the only thing she had no control over. Ironically also beig the one thing she cared for the most. Two years had gone by since the redhead broke the heart of the man that loved her like breathing. Katsumi can remember it all too well. The view of his trembling mouth, blurred suddenly by the abrupt presence of tears in her eyes. The sound of his voice, a pleading and wretched tone filling up the gap between them, asking her not to do it, not to end them.
It was all there, in her memories and now in her dreams. No. It's not in her dreams. Because when she closes her eyes and lets the weight of the day sink her into the depths of sleep, she dreams of that moment in a different way.
The train station is just the same, and so is the black wool coat covering her arms and the brown bag on his hands. But the words, the expressions and the outcome is different. Looking back at him to answer his question, Katsumi opens her mouth and -
"Ah fuck!" She curses at the sound of the alarm blasting in her chest, close enough to her ears to abruptly knock her back into reality and force her to leave dreams where they belong: in bed. Because as soon as the clock marks 7:00 AM and the alarm sounds, Katsumi groans and gets out of the warm comforter before it becomes an impossible task.
