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senbazuru

Characters: Jo & female reader

Setting & genre: friends to lovers, fluff

Summary: Asakura Jo has been in love with you for 1000 days.

Warnings: -

Words: 1k (yes, it’s exactly 1000 on purpose)

Author’s note: title means ‘thousand cranes’ and it comes from the Japanese belief that if one folds a thousand cranes, they are granted a wish. header pic is from samidare concept photos.

It’s one of those summer days when the sun is too bright and the air is heavy with humidity. There’s a train’s rumble in the distance and the quiet sound of ocean waves washing up the shore.

Asakura Jo can feel himself melt into the uncomfortable wooden bench he’s sitting on, sweating through his shirt in patches and eyes squirting under the sunlight. Usually, on days like this when the heatwave is so strong the emergency app on his phone keeps buzzing with warnings, he would stay inside, lying right in front of a whirring fan, staring at the sticky glow stars on his childhood room’s ceiling.

But when you showed up at his door this morning, all blinding smiles and shiny eyes, he already knew he wouldn’t say no to you. He never could.

“Let’s get ice cream,” you said, excited, and really, he should have known you wouldn’t want to go down just to the corner konbini to get popsicles that colored your tongues blue. Yet, he didn’t ask anything, just followed you while listening to your retelling of this new show you started watching and somehow he ended up in a seaside little town with you, three train stops away.

“Come on, I know a place,” you insisted, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the exit of the station. Jo had to pretend his heart didn’t just skip a beat right there and then when your fingers touched his.

The place you knew was a handmade ice cream parlor right down the sandy beach as if your favourite soft serve shop at Yokohama bay wasn’t just as close to the azure waters but the boy knew better than to question you and your felt-like-it motives. You being so in tune with your wants and just going for them no matter how unreasonable they sound is one of the things he admires in you. He would go anywhere with you anyways. Even in summer heat and winter cold as long as you’re there.

Now there he is, a five minute walk down from the dessert place, under thin parasols barely shielding against the sun. He has already finished his usual chocolate ice cream, its sweetness overtaking his senses, while you’re still enjoying the last bit of your Hokkaido milk one and he can’t take his eyes off you. You look so happy and radiant, sitting there by the ocean, with eyes closed and a smile on your face as a gentle breeze kisses your cheeks. The wind is playing with the hem of your light blue sundress, strands of your ponytail sticking to the back of your neck and he has never seen anyone more beautiful. He wishes he had his drawing sketchbook and sharpened pencils with him, so he could commemorate this moment. As if he didn’t have dozens and dozens of pages filled with you already.

Overwhelmed by the sudden pressure in his chest, he has to look away. Just for a moment, just to calm his wildly beating heart. Glancing down at his nervous hands in his lap, he notices the bright pink cone wrapper paper he absentmindedly started folding, a years old habit taking over without him noticing but it only seems fitting as he didn’t notice he was falling either until he was ocean deep in love with you already.

By now, he has a basketball-sized glass jar of folded cranes back in a hidden corner of his room, exactly nine hundred ninety nine of them neatly done once he learned the art of origami just for you. One crane for every day since he realised his heart was yours. Each paper contains a confession, a reason why he loves you. One day he will show you but today is not the day.

Today, it’s the thousandth.

Thousandth day, thousandth crane.

Thousands of them just for one wish.

Let me love you.

“Hm?” You whip your head towards him, opening your eyes slowly when he calls your name, something stirring in his heart at the sight of your sun-warmed cheeks and rosy lips.

It’s now or never, he thinks.

He reaches out slowly and takes the hand you rest on the bench between you. He turns it by the wrist gently and once it’s palm up, he places the newly folded origami crane on top of it with his other hand. This paper is void of any words from him but his confession is written all over his face as he feels the heat of a blush on his cheeks.

“I…” He starts but he chokes on his words. Suddenly nothing sounds right enough or good enough. Nothing that comes into his mind is worthy of you, of what you deserve.

Your eyes are wide with uncertainty until something familiar flashes in them. You blink, look down at the little gift as it’s something precious and then back at him, not pulling your hand away. Instead you turn the arm he holds by the wrist until you can curl your fingers around his own. Your skin is sticky with melted ice cream but he can’t find it in himself to mind.

“I know,” you whisper, a sigh of the ocean barely heard over the loud beat of his heart.

It’s his turn to blink, confused and curious, but when you squeeze his hand lightly, the thousandth crane stuck between your palms, he believes you.

“Me too,” you say with a smile tugging on your pink mouth and before he could react, before he could even ask since when, you press your dessert-sticky, sweet lips to his cheek briefly and pull away just as fast with a giggle. You look back at him with a smile rivaling the sun’s brightness and as you walk backwards on the beach, you call out for him with an inviting wave to join you.

“Come on!”

I know a place, Jo thinks as he stumbles to his feet, dazed and in love, and it’s with you. Always.

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