Love Isn't As Simple As It Should Be

Epilogue

The air was warm and cozy, the scent of coffee and pastries filled Miyuki's nostrils, people came in and out of the cafe, and the stereo blared holiday tunes. This scenario felt familiar to Miyuki and it brought back memories. Good memories. It was just like that day.

"Merry Christmas, Kazuya!" he heard Satomi greet him as she approached the booth where he sat.

Miyuki smiled at her. "Merry Christmas," he said. "You're late," he added with a teasing grin.

Satomi playfully rolled her eyes while she took a seat across from him. "I'm not late, you're just early."

Miyuki feigned offense. "Is this how you treat someone on Christmas? Especially your senpai?"

Satomi chuckled at the last part of his question. "You're not my senpai."

"Then what am I?" he asked, his tone turning half-serious.

A sarcastic remark died on her lips as she noticed the deeper question behind his teasing.

"Well..."

Miyuki's pulse quickened with anticipation. Ever since they talked the day after the final, they had been slowly rebuilding their relationship, taking advantage of his free time since he was injured and it was the off-season. They had gone on dates from time to time, and Satomi helped him with his recovery by taking care of him. They had enjoyed their time together without having to worry about labels. But now it was time to make things clear and Miyuki couldn't wait to know if they could officially start their relationship again.

"Hi! Would you like something to drink?" a young waitress asked in a chirpy tone, interrupting Satomi.

Miyuki let out a deep breath that he didn't even know that he was holding in. "A black coffee, please."

"Blueberry tea, please," Satomi answered.

The waitress scribbled their orders on her notepad. "Got it! I'll be here with your drinks soon!"

Miyuki smiled to himself.

"What is it?" Satomi asked in curiosity.

"It's just like last time."

Satomi furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and then her eyes widened. "Yes, from that day."

"The day you confessed," he said.

Satomi narrowed her golden eyes at him. "I think you mean the day that you confessed."

"I might've been the first one to say that I liked you, but you implied it before," Miyuki said, defending himself.

Satomi gasped. "How?"

"You were saying how much you missed me and how your life wasn't the same after I left."

"How is that implying that I liked you? That could've also been interpreted that I was just missing my friend."

Miyuki snickered. "Your friend? Really? So do you talk to Sawamura like that?"

Satomi averted her gaze, annoyed. "Maybe I do," she said while she crossed her arms across her chest, grumbling.

"You look cute when you get mad Sa-chan," Miyuki said before he burst out laughing, only to gasp in pain as his side started to hurt.

"Are you okay, Kazuya?" Satomi asked, concerned, as she looked at him grabbing his injured obliques.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said with a dismissive wave. "It's your fault for making me laugh."