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Akashi Seijūrō (1)

Edited!

• Changed "Jewels" to [Name]
• Fixed minor grammar fails

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Coming Home

The café was a local hotspot in the city. It was warm and cozy, making one feel like they were at home. The smells that lingered in its walls were heavenly to say the least. The food was even better than the smells. In fact, many patrons, both old and new customers, say that it melts in your mouth. With the brown wallpapers and the homey decor, it made one want to stay in it forever. It was all of these factors that made it the "it" place of the city.

However, [Name] wasn't feeling the warmth or the natural cheeriness the place had. Not even the steaming cup of hot chocolate held in her hands was making her warm. She felt cold, colder than the icy winds in the Arctic.

Seijūrō...

Just the thought of his name made her heart rip into smaller pieces. She shivered as the coldness surrounding her intensified. She took a sip of the chocolate. It had done little to numb the coldness in her heart. Placing the cup down, she sighed and looked outside at the faceless people hurrying down the sidewalks.

The sound of a plate being put down right in front of her made her look away from the window. The ever-so-familiar mop of purple hair made her smile. "Hello, Atsushi-san," [Name] said in a quiet voice. He gave her a nod in return to her greeting. He sat across from her, saying something about how he was able to take a small break and wanted to spend it with an old friend.

A comfortable silence fell between the two. Looking down at her cup, [Name] suppressed a small giggle. During her youth, she had never thought that she would be sitting in an eatery that Murasakibara owned. Back then, she would be surprised when he would actually train with the rest of his basketball team.

"You can't keep living like this, [Nickname]-chin."

A small frown made its way onto her face. "It's my life, Atushi-san. I can live any way I want," she commented. A low sigh was heard from the other side of the table. "He's not going to be back until he graduates from Harvard. Didn't he tell you that?" Instead of answering his question, she looked down at her plate. It was chocolate banana bread with a vanilla butter spread. It was her favorite item at the café. The way he made it was absolutely heavenly.

Her hands found their way to each other and settled onto the middle of her lap. If she imagined hard enough, she could pretend that he was holding her hand. She hung her head and closed her eyes. Even though it had been two years, she could feel the warmth of his calloused hand on her own.

[Name] opened her eyes and looked at Murasakibara. "I told him that I would wait for him. Therefore, I am in waiting." She watched as Murasakibara put his hand under his chin, a bored expression on his face. He looked out the window, eyes trailing the throngs of people passing by.

"When was the last time you slept at least eight hours of sleep?" he retorted, eyes still looking toward all of the people. She wrung her hands together. A small line of sweat was forming on her forehead. "What... What do you mean?" she asked nervously.

It seemed like a something in Murasakibara snapped as he shot straight out of his seat and banged both of his hands on the table. Maybe it was the pressure of the responsibility he had because he now owned a popular eating establishment that caused this. Maybe it was the thought that he couldn't be lazy like he used to be in his youth.

Maybe, it was because all the stress she was causing him.

"[Name], have you even looked at yourself? You're skin and bones! Day after day, you overwork yourself with college and work. When was the last time you had rest? When was the last time you had a real meal?" he asked her with desperation in his eyes. He slumped down into his seat when he realized that all eyes were on him. The café was deathly silent. He covered his eyes with one of his large hands. "I don't... I don't want to almost lose you again," he muttered, voice slightly cracking.,

A lump appeared in [Name]'s throat. She squeezed her hands so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Suppressed memories of the time she had in the hospital came back to her. She remembered when she woke up to an antiseptic whitewashed room in the hospital. The horror she felt when she learned that she had a stress related heart attack was the next feeling. Loneliness, anxiety, depression followed close after. Tears were on the verge of falling from her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something. However, she was interrupted.

"That's enough, Atsushi," a commanding voice said from her right side. She saw Murasakibara's eyes widen. She was pretty sure that her eyes were mirroring his look. Looking like a small boy that just got yelled at, he stood up from his seat and walked away towards the kitchen. She looked down at her lap. Hands prickling with nervousness, she let out a shaky breath. She couldn't be sure if it was him or not.

The man sat down on the other side of her. Seeing as the drama had died down, the café and its customers resumed on with what they had been doing. He tapped the table with one of his fingers. [Name] lifted her head like an obedient dog. The red eyes she had always imagined for two years were staring back at her. The tears she had held in before were now streaming down her face. "Se- Seijūrō? But I thought you had two more years...," she said in a shaky voice, laying one of her hands on the table. He took her hand and gripped it. The warmth that [Name] had yearned for so long had returned to her. He smiled at her, one that made her forget her what she had asked and made her focus on what was happening right here and now.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"