dear chuuya,
even if you don't, i still recall our first date. i had bought you flowers - i never bought anyone flowers before - and waited in front of your doorstep, the scalding summer heat doing nothing to dampen my nervosity.
i had headphones looped around my neck, a small tape recorder strapped to my jeans, and felt like everything just waited to click into place the second you stepped out.
“chuuya,“ i greeted, smiled, and fell into an elegant bow, the bouquet close to my chest.
“y/n,“ you said and replicated my curtsy, reminiscent of the one time we auditioned for a stage play of romeo and juliet last year. (i think we both know it wasn't that hard for me to cry when you “died“.)
i waved at your parents, handed you the flowers (well, thrust them into your face out of excitement, but the thought counts), and kept on muffling my laughter all the way to the gyudon restaurant, despite your elbow jabbing into my ribs every now and then.
it was perfect.
YOU ARE READING
"chuuya."
Fanfictiondear chuuya, you're glowing like a glass heart. |started: 14 01 20| |finished: 03 11 20| highest rank: #375 out of #18,3k in letters
