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You're So Worth It
Title: You're So Worth It
Fandom: Forest of Drizzling Rain
Character(s): Shiori, Suga
Pairing(s): Shiori/Suga
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 865
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: It’s not like they’ll never see each other again, she says. They can email each other every day if he doesn’t get bored of her.
Notes: Post-True End.
After the incident in the village of her youth, Shiori goes back to university.
What else is she supposed to do? She may have inherited a large museum, but she still has a degree to finish. She may have met Suga again, but for the sake of her future, she has to return to her studies.
It’s not like they’ll never see each other again, she says. They can email each other every day if he doesn’t get bored of her.
Suga adamantly shakes his head, no, he won’t get bored of her.
And when she’s done with her degree, she’ll definitely return to this village to celebrate. She’ll make it a promise: they are going to see each other again.
He smiles at her, says it out loud, though words are still hard to form for him. “A promise.”
He walks her to the train station, and she hesitates until the train is pulling in before pulling him to her height and kissing him. He’s still looking flushed and woozy as he waves to her, with the train pulling out.
Suga is a lot more loquacious in emails. His sentences aren’t much longer than usual, but he has a higher volume of them when he’s able to take his time writing. He sends her an email every day, updating her on what has happened in the village even if all he can write about is the weather. Most of what he writes is asking her about her studies and her friends, being encouraging every time she expresses frustration with her classes.
When she says she misses him, he answers with the number of days until graduation.
Time passes, as it always does. Some days she forgets to send him an email or just doesn’t have the time, but everyone has busy days, and he always tells her to relax when she apologizes for it the next day. Pay attention to your classes. Spend time with your friends. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be right here.
She wants to tell him the same advice he gives her about her friends. He’s at least been spending a little more time with Sakuma, on better terms now, and Officer Mochizuki stops by the museum every now and then. There’s nothing like being attacked by spirits to bond people together.
She doesn’t feel that close with anyone at university. They’re all good people, her friends, and she likes spending time with them, but she doesn’t think she could express anything of what she went through to them.
Her birthday approaches. With it, the end of the school year, and with it the anniversary of her parents’ deaths. She’s not sure exactly how she’s supposed to feel, and she misses Suga deeply.
Twenty days until graduation, he answers. Nineteen. Eighteen.
It is three days before graduation. She has just finished her last final and she’s breathing a sigh of relief. She had to skip emailing Suga in order to cram to feel confident enough for it, but it paid off.
Her room at the door is at the end of a hallway. As soon as she enters, she spots a familiar figure in black waiting outside the door, looking through a small bunch of papers.
“Su...ga…?” She takes a few hesitant steps, then breaks into a run. “Suga!”
Suga turns to her and drops his memo pad when she tackles him, stumbling back a few steps. When he regains his balance, he hugs her tightly, and starts to cry in silence.
“You big crybaby, you haven’t changed at all.” Shiori reaches up and wipes a tear away from his cheek. “I missed you too.”
“...Sorry, for not telling you.” Suga’s voice sounds less hoarse than it did when she left, but it still has that shake to it that shows he’s not used to using it yet. He nudges the memo pad with his foot closer to him.
She crouches to pick it up and hands it back to him. “It’s the best surprise you could ever give me. How long have you been standing out here?”
He thinks, and writes it down. ‘Half an hour, your roommate wouldn’t tell me when you’d be back’.
“That’s too long to wait. At least find someplace to sit, you doofus.” Shiori grins, and leans upward to kiss him again.
The door to her room opens, and her roommate eyes them narrowly. “Well I’m glad he’s not a creepy stalker but can you do that somewhere else?”
Shiori is still smiling when she breaks away. “Sorry, sorry. Can we have the room for a while?”
“Don’t mess up any of my stuff and put a sock on the door if you, y’know.”
Suga turns bright red and shakes his head fervently. Shiori can’t help but laugh.
Suga is in town for a few days. Long enough to see her graduation, he writes, long enough to help her pack, and long enough to visit her parents’ grave with her. And anything else she wants to do.
“All those things are important,” she says. “But I’d like a date first, maybe.”
He ducks his head before writing another memo. ‘I’d like that too’.
Fandom: Forest of Drizzling Rain
Character(s): Shiori, Suga
Pairing(s): Shiori/Suga
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 865
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: It’s not like they’ll never see each other again, she says. They can email each other every day if he doesn’t get bored of her.
Notes: Post-True End.
After the incident in the village of her youth, Shiori goes back to university.
What else is she supposed to do? She may have inherited a large museum, but she still has a degree to finish. She may have met Suga again, but for the sake of her future, she has to return to her studies.
It’s not like they’ll never see each other again, she says. They can email each other every day if he doesn’t get bored of her.
Suga adamantly shakes his head, no, he won’t get bored of her.
And when she’s done with her degree, she’ll definitely return to this village to celebrate. She’ll make it a promise: they are going to see each other again.
He smiles at her, says it out loud, though words are still hard to form for him. “A promise.”
He walks her to the train station, and she hesitates until the train is pulling in before pulling him to her height and kissing him. He’s still looking flushed and woozy as he waves to her, with the train pulling out.
Suga is a lot more loquacious in emails. His sentences aren’t much longer than usual, but he has a higher volume of them when he’s able to take his time writing. He sends her an email every day, updating her on what has happened in the village even if all he can write about is the weather. Most of what he writes is asking her about her studies and her friends, being encouraging every time she expresses frustration with her classes.
When she says she misses him, he answers with the number of days until graduation.
Time passes, as it always does. Some days she forgets to send him an email or just doesn’t have the time, but everyone has busy days, and he always tells her to relax when she apologizes for it the next day. Pay attention to your classes. Spend time with your friends. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be right here.
She wants to tell him the same advice he gives her about her friends. He’s at least been spending a little more time with Sakuma, on better terms now, and Officer Mochizuki stops by the museum every now and then. There’s nothing like being attacked by spirits to bond people together.
She doesn’t feel that close with anyone at university. They’re all good people, her friends, and she likes spending time with them, but she doesn’t think she could express anything of what she went through to them.
Her birthday approaches. With it, the end of the school year, and with it the anniversary of her parents’ deaths. She’s not sure exactly how she’s supposed to feel, and she misses Suga deeply.
Twenty days until graduation, he answers. Nineteen. Eighteen.
It is three days before graduation. She has just finished her last final and she’s breathing a sigh of relief. She had to skip emailing Suga in order to cram to feel confident enough for it, but it paid off.
Her room at the door is at the end of a hallway. As soon as she enters, she spots a familiar figure in black waiting outside the door, looking through a small bunch of papers.
“Su...ga…?” She takes a few hesitant steps, then breaks into a run. “Suga!”
Suga turns to her and drops his memo pad when she tackles him, stumbling back a few steps. When he regains his balance, he hugs her tightly, and starts to cry in silence.
“You big crybaby, you haven’t changed at all.” Shiori reaches up and wipes a tear away from his cheek. “I missed you too.”
“...Sorry, for not telling you.” Suga’s voice sounds less hoarse than it did when she left, but it still has that shake to it that shows he’s not used to using it yet. He nudges the memo pad with his foot closer to him.
She crouches to pick it up and hands it back to him. “It’s the best surprise you could ever give me. How long have you been standing out here?”
He thinks, and writes it down. ‘Half an hour, your roommate wouldn’t tell me when you’d be back’.
“That’s too long to wait. At least find someplace to sit, you doofus.” Shiori grins, and leans upward to kiss him again.
The door to her room opens, and her roommate eyes them narrowly. “Well I’m glad he’s not a creepy stalker but can you do that somewhere else?”
Shiori is still smiling when she breaks away. “Sorry, sorry. Can we have the room for a while?”
“Don’t mess up any of my stuff and put a sock on the door if you, y’know.”
Suga turns bright red and shakes his head fervently. Shiori can’t help but laugh.
Suga is in town for a few days. Long enough to see her graduation, he writes, long enough to help her pack, and long enough to visit her parents’ grave with her. And anything else she wants to do.
“All those things are important,” she says. “But I’d like a date first, maybe.”
He ducks his head before writing another memo. ‘I’d like that too’.