Nothing Is Impossible || Soukoku

31|| Rekindled Moments And Connections

Welcome to the 6th update of today ^-^!

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There is no need for warnings in this chapter, but I will give my usual warning.

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Chapter song: The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls. You can listen the song if you want to! 

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The soft chime of the bookstore's doorbell jingled as Atsushi stepped inside. The cozy atmosphere welcomed him with the familiar scent of aged paper and the gentle rustling of pages being turned. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the shelves lined with books of all kinds. He smiled, feeling at home among the rows of literature.

Atsushi was in Tokyo for a trip with his family, but he had managed to steal some time for himself. He wandered through the aisles, his fingers brushing against the spines of books, absorbing their stories through touch. It was a rare moment of tranquility in the bustling city.

As he turned a corner, he saw a figure standing in front of the art section, completely absorbed in a sketchbook. Atsushi's heart skipped a beat. The black hair with white tips, the intense gaze... There was no mistaking him. It was Akutagawa.

Memories flooded back. They had met in a similar bookstore years ago, shared conversations about their passions, and parted ways without any way to stay in touch. Atsushi had thought him often, wondering where life had taken him.

"Akutagawa?" He called softly, not wanting to startle him.

Akutagawa looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Atsushi? Is that you?"

Atsushi nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "It has been a long time."

Akutagawa closed his sketchbook and approached Atsushi. "It has. What brings you to Tokyo?"

"I'm here with my family," Atsushi replied. "But I couldn't resist visiting a bookstore."

A small smile tugged at Akutagawa's lips. "Some things never change."

They stood there for a moment, an awkward silence hanging between them. Atsushi broke it with a question. "What are you working on?"

Akutagawa held up his sketchbook. "Just some sketches. I'm an art student now."

"That's amazing," Atsushi said, genuinely impressed. "I have always admired your talent."

"And you? Still into literature?" Akutagawa asked, his eyes softening.

Atsushi nodded. "Yes, I'm studying literature."

They spent the next hour catching up, sharing stories about their lives, their studies, and their dreams. It felt natural, as if no time had passed at all. Atsushi marveled at how easily they fell back into their old rhythm, the connection between them as strong as ever.

"Do you have time to grab a coffee?" Akutagawa asked hesitantly, glancing at his watch. "I know a great café nearby."

"I would love that," Atsushi replied, feeling a flutter of excitement.

They left the bookstore together, stepping into the bustling streets of Tokyo. The café Akutagawa mentioned was a small, quaint place with a warm atmosphere. They found a corner table and ordered their drinks.