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cherrybear712 · 2 days ago

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ahhhh!! that was such a beautiful memory. and a hidden cave, so romantic! i love how well you describe love and attraction between people. there’s so much history between them that’s been building up and i’m so excited to see how it ends in the finale!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: Choso, Choso, Choso

Choso Art By: NC9__

AN: It's been awhile, but I really felt like writing something for this. Splitting it into two parts, so the next chapter is the finaleeeee OMGGG

Tonight, Choso dreams of a memory.

He's fifteen, tightly holding your hand in his and wondering why his heart is suddenly beating so quickly when he's barely exerted himself. He pulls you up, over a pile of stones underneath the pier. The humidity beneath makes his clothes stick to his skin. He feels a little gross, but he’s used to this feeling. You on the other hand…

“It stinks down here,” you complain with a crinkled nose, squeezing onto his hand.

And his heart keeps racing.

“Stop whining,” he chides, ignoring the insistent pitter patter happening inside his chest and you when the waves quiet down at the exact moment you mutter “jerk” under your breath.

You hate going underneath the pier, even for a moment. The barnacles creep you out and you don’t know who or what’s hiding underneath here, though it’s only ever garbage and seaweed any time you find yourself passing through. You’ll be alright.

Besides, Choso is taking you somewhere today. Your parents were kind enough to watch his brothers so that you two could go on this journey together, quickly and easily, without worry. Well, as quickly and easily and without worry as possible when you continue to lag behind him and complain about the smells or the sounds and cling to Choso's shirt so tightly that he feels the same tightness resonating in his chest. You hold tight like you always do when you're scared or nervous. Or when you're sad or –

Enough…

He shakes his head, messy ponytail flailing as your feet drag through the sand. The sun is forgiving today, thankfully just barely peeking out from behind the clouds for now and he's grateful for the coolness that brushes along his sticky skin with every breeze. It shouldn’t be much longer until you’ve arrived at your destination, but he doesn’t tell you that. Doesn’t want to hear you asking over and over how much longer until you get there. So he stays quiet, holds your hand in this comfortable silence until you get restless. Then you’re humming, and he listens to you idly, carefully approaching the small greenery that sits along the edge of the beach, far far away from the busy town you two had come from.

You halt in your tracks when you see the forest, leaving Choso standing on the slope, right on the border to stare down at you. You don’t release your hold. In fact, you hold tighter, teeth buried into your bottom lip while you peer up at him with wide and fearful eyes. And even in the cool shade the edge of this small forest offers, Choso’s cheeks burn wildly.

“What?” He croaks, voice cracking on the tail end of his question. But you don’t seem to notice, eyes only focused on him. He wishes you’d stop looking at him like that. Like what? He’s not sure exactly, but he wants you to stop doing it. He can’t focus when you do.

“You’re not taking me in here to kill me, are you?” You ask him conspiratorially. He’s tempted to laugh. You look so goofy with your brows scrunched together, eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. With your free hand, you wiggle your fingers in front of Choso’s face, whispering, “Planning to chop me up into little pieces? Throw me off the cliff into the ocean? Turn me into shark food?”

The suspicious gleam in your eye has been replaced with mirth, a tiny smirk sitting on the corners of your lips, and now Choso finds himself annoyed. Not that you’re joking, but that he feels lightheaded because his damn heart will not stop racing. It’s really throwing him off!

It’s been like this all morning, ever since he stopped by your house to grab you and you answered the door with a double stick popsicle in hand. You called out to your mom that you were heading out with him, then with your tongue poking out between your lips, you easily separated the fruity ice pops and handed him one. It was nothing special. Nothing any different than any other day.

But, his chest has been tight ever since.

Choso yanks his hand from your hold, balling them into fists to stop himself from reaching forward to catch you from the sudden stumbling that happens when he releases you. You catch yourself anyway, muttering a name he can’t hear over his goddamn heart. Then he tells you, “I’m not gonna chop up your body and toss it over the cliff, you dumbass.”

He spins on his heel, leaving you scrambling to catch up to him. It only takes you a second, your nails scratching along the skin of his back and leaving goosebumps in their wake as you grab his shirt and ball the fabric into your hand.

“Okay, well, good to know I’ll live through this –”

“I said” Choso cuts you off, glancing over his shoulder to shoot you a creepy smile. “I wasn’t gonna chop you up and toss you over the cliff…I will leave you for the centipedes and whatever rodents are in here, though.”

“Rodents?!” You shriek, yanking Choso’s shirt so harshly it has him stumbling back. He thinks he might faint. Not from his heart beating so fast he’s sure his doctor would admit him into the hospital if they heard it. But because you’re holding his shirt so fucking tight it’s choking him!

“Let go, stupid!” Choso wheezes, fingers grasping desperately at his collar. “You’re gonna kill me!”

He hears your snickers behind him, then you release your hold, fully laughing when he trips forward, hands falling to his knees as he gasps for air. Choso can’t see much aside from the leaves scattered along the forest floor, and even then the images are blurry. You really may have killed him! When the hell did you get so strong?

The vision of foliage begins to clear, and then your face is there, too close, and he holds the breath he barely has when he sees the grin you’re wearing.

“Oh man, looks like one of us really would have ended up centipede food. But it wasn’t gonna be me.” You stick your tongue out, moving away before Choso can return the favor. Your laugh echoes through the forest, and Choso’s mind, crawling into the deepest recesses and embedding itself there.

Choso doesn’t know that he’ll still be hearing that laugh years from now. Even when you’re nowhere in sight.

It’s only fifteen minutes later when you finally reach your destination. Like magnets, you and Choso’s hands have reconnected and he leads you into a small opening between a thick group of trees. If you’re scared in any way, you don’t show it. You simply follow him without a word, seeming to trust that he really isn’t going to do away with you and dispose of your remains off the side of whatever cliff is around here.

“My legs hurt,” you finally resume whining. He can practically see your pout, but he smiles, tells you you’re almost there and before you can protest, you stop, gaping at the wall of green in front of you. There are vines that stretch and grow along a wall of stone, doing a good job to cover whatever is hidden within. To an inattentive person wandering through, it would simply look like an overgrown rock. But from where you’re standing, you both hear it. There’s something beyond this wall, something so secret and so special, and when Choso pulls the vines aside, he can’t help but beam with pride at the way you gasp and squeeze his hand.

Behind the thick green lies a pool of water as blue as the sky outside of this dingy little cave, and it illuminates the space in a way that makes it look otherworldly. As you two wander further inside, you can see more of the beautiful liquid. So crisp and so clear that you can see all the way to the bottom where an array of colorful shells lie and tiny fish gather together, whispering and exchanging secrets between each other. The same way Choso is with you.

Choso releases your hand, stepping towards the edge. It’s not a deep fall at all, he thinks. Definitely nothing compared to the cliffs he’s dived over the years. The fall is maybe a couple of feet, and enough jagged rock along the sides to climb back out. Should be safe. He could sit along the edge with his feet in the water if he wanted to. Like he’s been doing since he stumbled across this place one night after a fight that almost turned physical between him and his father.

But that’s not important. What’s important is he’s never dived into this water. He’s never fully felt it on his skin. Water this pure, this perfect…it needs to be experienced with someone else. Someone special.

Choso’s been saving that experience to share with you.

“Oh my god…” you whisper quietly, stepping carefully to stand beside Choso. “This is…wow.”

You’re breathless, eyes wide and mouth agape as you take in the scenery. And he’s breathless, taking in you.

“I know.”

It’s all he can bring himself to say because he’s afraid that within his secret space, if he talks more than he needs, he’ll tell you more secrets than he should. So instead of talking, he’s peeling off his shirt, stripping off his pants and kicking his shoes aside, grinning when he’s standing in only his swim trunks.

“Wait- what are you doing?!” You ask, but you follow his lead anyway, removing your shirt and shorts until you’re in your one piece swimsuit.

Choso scoffs, holding his hand out to you. “What we came here for,” he tells you, and your hand falls back into his without you giving it a second thought. Like magnets.

Without another word, he jumps, dragging you with him. He only hears the small wha- fall from your lips before it’s followed by a screech that bounces off the walls, only to be drowned out by a splash.

Your hands part, the rush of the water separating you, and the cold sinks in. The water is freezing, painfully ice cold against Choso’s skin and if he hadn’t grown up at the beach, if he wasn’t so accustomed to swimming in the frigid depths of sea waters, he may have gone into shock. Instead he waits until his body stops falling, suspended in the chilly pool before he lifts his arms over his head and pushes down. Over and over, he repeats the motion until he breaks the surface, swallowing the first bit of oxygen that touches his lips.

His eyes scan for you immediately, heart racing when you’re not in his line of sight. But then he sees you, emerging from the water and inhaling deeply. You’re calm, relaxed even and you take a quick moment to catch your breath before you’re already wading through the water quietly, peacefully. Your eyes take everything in, like you’re committing this to memory, photographing this in your mind. It’s strange to see, but interesting all the same.

“It’s so beautiful here,” you say, the awe in your voice echoing. “And the fish are so cute. I don’t think I’ve ever seen these kind.” Your feet kick slowly beneath the surface, eyes glued to the vibrantly colored fish that swim along the bottom of the pool.

Choso only nods, sinking a little further into the water until only his eyes are above the surface. He watches you. Watches the tiny smile spreading along your lips, watches your fingers glide along the top of the water, watches you move like the water is your home, and he watches to make sure you don’t dip your head beneath the surface, lest you hear the loud rhythm being drummed along his ribcage.

He thinks this is becoming a problem, thinks you may be becoming a problem.

You lean backwards, arms spreading as you float on your back. A quiet sigh falls from your lips and your drift eyes closed. You look so content. The smile on your lips makes him curious.

He wonders what you’re thinking about. Are you thinking about the water? It’s fresh and beautiful, right? He hopes you’ll want to come back with him again. Or are you thinking about what you’ll have for lunch on the way back home? He’s down to stop at that gross burger place you like on the pier. He finds the burgers to be way too greasy and the fries are soggy. The sodas are always out of syrup so you can’t taste shit but the carbonation. But you like it, so he doesn't mind going.

What are you thinking about?

Choso only wonders about the simple things. It’s easier to think about the simple things. Much easier than asking the questions Choso actually wants to know the answer to…like if you’re thinking about him?

The same way Choso keeps thinking about you?

Because he thinks about you a lot lately. Especially today, it seems.

It’s really a problem.

“Choso…” you call. “How'd you find this place?”

He has no interest in ruining the mood and tainting this moment with you, so he just shrugs. “Just wandering around the area one night.”

Not the full truth, but also not a lie.

You hum, a tinge of disbelief in your tone but you don't pry any further, which he's grateful for. He's sure you can read between the lines anyway.

“Do you explore a lot when I go home?”

“Yeah, of course. When I’m not with my brothers, I’m all over the place. When I have them…you know. We do some exploring but nothing too crazy. Yuji isn’t old enough to do all the crazy shit yet.”

“Right.”

He sees how you bite your lip. Like you want to say something.

”What is it?”

“Hmm. I was just wondering if you’ve shown anyone else this place yet. Your brothers, or…other people…”

Other people? He doesn’t know what you mean by that, but there are no others to speak of.

“Just you.” He debates on telling you that he only wanted to show you. He decides not to, but is shocked by your next statement.

“You won't show anyone else this, right?” You whisper quietly, metaphorically dunking Choso’s head underwater and pulling him out of his thoughts. Your gaze softens, the brightness in your eyes rivaling the reflection of the waves that cast a glow over your skin. Beads of water, bright and blue on your face as you float make you look so very…well, it makes Choso's heart beat wildly to see you like this. What else is new? It seems like everything about you today is making his heart try and crawl up his throat. Your lips part, voice echoing off the cave walls as you tack on, “This is only for us? Our secret place?”

Do you have to ask?

There’s no one else he could ever imagine sharing this with. Not even his brothers. He’ll come back here every summer with you, and float in this very same pool. He’ll hold your hand the entire way there, pull you up any hills, shield you from the sun. He’ll be your protector. Always.

So he nods, lazily swimming across the water and closing the gap between you. Your eyes meet, the promise exchanged in just one glance, but he verbalizes it anyway.

“Only for us,” he swears. “Our secret place. And we’ll come back any time.”

He takes a photograph of his own - your smile in this moment, against this backdrop committed to his memory.

‘Only for me.’

Choso likes you. He’s figured it out now. He’s not sure when that happened, or what triggered it. But he knows that he shouldn’t. You’re his friend, his very best one at that. Feeling anything more than friendship for you is sure to lead to heartbreak. Even at barely fifteen years old, Choso knows that.

So, he ignores this discovery, promises once more that you’ll come back and enjoys the rest of his time with you in your little secret spot.

The next year, a typhoon would rip through the town, causing a small mud slide in the area and effectively shutting the tiny lagoon off from the rest of the world. There was no saving it. Not in this town that was barely scraping by with the small amount of tourists trickling through during the summers. There were no casualties, no damage to any homes and nobody cared that the random little forest on the far side of the beach that no one ever ventured into was torn to pieces.

It really did become your secret place. Though you never returned.

It may have been for the best. In that cave, in those waters, Choso swore he left whatever feeling was brimming for you behind. Whatever thoughts he had that made him think about your smiles, the way your nose scrunches when you're excited that he suddenly found endearing, or how he was beginning to think you were pretty. All of these feelings that he'd suddenly woke up with one day, he left behind there.

If only he knew that when those feelings he swore he’d left behind were only going to develop more, get stronger and harder to hold under the water.

- -

It takes a little more effort than usual for Choso to peel himself out of bed this morning. Partly because he wants to go back to sleep, live in his memories for just a bit longer. Partly because it would be easier than remembering Yuji’s eyes and his nervous face when he came to Choso’s room last night and asked if he was allowed to invite you to his birthday party.

Like it even mattered, because he had already invited you anyway, so whether Choso wanted to or not, he would be seeing you soon. And oh, he wanted to see you.

Choso lets his mind wander, thinks about what you’re like now. What are you into? Are you still drawing? What do you look like now? He could always just look, check your socials. Choso hasn’t used his in a while, never really cared much for that stuff. That was something his brothers enjoyed, and he even let you bully him into making an account when you were sixteen, telling him it’s a better way for them to keep up with each other between the summers. If he remembers correctly, he only has two pictures up - one of Yuji sitting on the beach, and one of you - pissed off and glaring at Choso after he’d eaten the last bite of those gross burgers you liked so much.

He thought the face you were making was really cute, all pouty with scrunched brows. It’s the same face you’d made when he picked on you as kids. The same face you made when Choso blew you off for his other friends. The same face you made the last time he saw you in person, standing outside your door on your last night in town. The same face that had him feeling all weird whenever he saw it back then.

He wants to see that face again.

So Choso reaches for his phone, only takes a second to hesitate, turning the screen off and back on again…then he opens Instagram.

‘What’s the harm in just looking?’ He thinks. It’ll be quick. Just a swift skim of your pictures, what you’ve been up to over the last year or so. Except, apparently Choso hasn’t been on his account in quite some time because he’s logged out. And unfortunately for him, he doesn’t remember his password.

Stupid.

But he just never really gave a shit about social media. After many failed login attempts, Choso sighs when the message that his account has been locked appears on his screen. He should’ve just reset his password, but dammit, he doesn’t even know what email address this account is linked to! He should’ve paid attention when you set this thing up.

“It’s fine,” Choso mumbles under his breath.

Because he has no damn clue what your username is anyway, which begs the question- how did Yuji even find you?

“He probably just searched for her name, dumbass,’ His brain answers.

What did Yuji see? Do you look totally different? Maybe you've dyed your hair. Or gotten face tattoos. Or maybe an abundance of facial piercings?

Have your interests changed? Have you gone from art lover, able to put pencil to paper and easily bring any image to life to professional MMA fighter, now capable of taking someone’s life with a full Nelson? It's ridiculous to think, Choso is well aware, but he can't help it!

It's been over a year of no contact with you. Not a single image for Choso to go off of aside from how he remembers you; sunkissed and glowing beneath the soft fluorescent light of your beach home’s porch after spending a final night at the beach together.

He wants to know what you look like now.

And his best chance lies with the pink haired boy downstairs.

- -

It’s the usual commotion in the kitchen this morning, with Eso and Kechizu arguing at the dining table about who even knows what this time, while Yuji tries (and fails) to calm them down. It’s good to see that at least they are all in their right minds. Choso can’t say the same for himself.

Three pairs of eyes fall on him when he enters the space, his brothers greeting him with a good morning before going back to their previous conversation. On any other day, this would be a symphony to Choso’s ears, but he can't hear anything over the obnoxious pounding of his heart.

“Hey,” he responds rather sharply, bee-lining to the youngest of the four. “Yuji, can I borrow your phone please? Need to make a call.”

Choso watches as Yuji's brows knit together suspiciously, and he takes a long sip of his orange juice before he replies, “Why can't you use your own?”

“Can't find it.”

Yuji's eyes fall to the device in Choso's hand…where the device in question lies. “You’re literally holding it.”

“It's dead,” Choso attempts to recover.

“The screen is still on. I see you on the Instagram screen.”

Choso glances down at his hand, slips the device into his pocket before sighing frustratedly.

“Yuji,” The seriousness in his tone makes the younger brother pause. “Can I borrow your phone? I'll order you and your friends dinner if you come by Panda's tonight.”

Yuji purses his lips together, pretends he's thinking about it real hard, then he reaches into his pocket and fishes out his phone, tossing it to his oldest brother.

“Password is Yumeno on the number keypad.”

“Thanks.” He takes a moment to head to the worn down and tattered loveseat in the living room. Choso already feels embarrassed about the measures he’s going through just to get some sort of access to you again. He wants to put some distance between himself and his nosy ass brothers.

“Yumeno on the keypad…” Choso mutters to himself. He pulls his own phone out, pulling up the keypad as though he's going to dial a phone number in. Referencing the alphabetical placement beneath the number pad, he types out “98-63-66”.

YU-ME-NO

Yuji - Megumi - Nobara, he assumes. Yuji and his two very best friends. The fact that Yuji loves them enough to make them his password has Choso feeling a little choked up.

The phone unlocks, and Choso swipes through his brother's apps (why does he have so many damn games?) until he finds Instagram. There's a brief hesitation, Choso's shaky finger hovering over the icon.

Is he suddenly so desperate to see you that he's willing to go into his youngest brother's social media account to stalk your page? After all this time?

Well, yes!

He taps the icon, opening the app. His heart is in his throat as he scrolls.

Yuji's feed is unsurprisingly all Nobara. The girl loves herself. There’s another person all over his feed. Megan Thee Stallion? And nearly every one of her posts is liked by his brother. The more he scrolls, the more liked posts he sees, and Choso now wonders if the ‘Me’ in YU-ME-NO actually stands for Megan.

No matter, because that's not why Choso is on here. He's here to find you.

Yuji had mentioned last night that he messaged you. Since Yuji getting a cell phone is still new, an early birthday gift, Choso doubts he has your number. So he taps around, searching until he finally gets to Yuji’s message page. Turns out he doesn't need to scroll far, because when he sees a message sitting right at the top that reads “I can't wait to see you, Yuji. It's been way too long ❤️” he knows it's you.

Choso knows he should just give Yuji his phone back now. He definitely shouldn’t read through the chain of messages sent between the two of you. But he’s tapping on your message before he can stop himself, eyes scanning through the exchange.

[YUJI] Yuki will be in town 2 i think!

[YOU] omg really?! I haven’t seen or heard from her in FOREVER!!!

[YUJI] yeah same! Oh and of course my brothers will all be there 2

[YOU] ah cool cool. Ok

[YUJI] yep! But i kno its far 4 u so if u cant make it or dont wanna i get it

[YOU] are you kidding? Yuji you’re turning freaking 13?! I seriously can’t believe that fat baby i used to take everywhere is a teenager now 😭

[YOU] i’m actually in a really good place with school lol so perfect timing!

[YOU] I can’t wait to see you, Yuji. It’s been way too long ❤️

It’s strange to see you speaking with Yuji so casually, like time never played a factor for you two. Choso doubts it will be that easy for you to speak to him when you see each other.

‘If she speaks to you,’ His brain chimes in, and Choso’s stomach drops.

Right. It's easy for you to speak to Yuji because Yuji is not an asshole like his brother. Yuji did not confess his mutual feelings for you only to turn around and spit in your face, then top it all off by blocking you everywhere. He still feels like shit about it, always has.

Choso taps the icon beside your screen name, landing on your actual page. And for some reason, he finds relief in the fact that it’s mostly pics of your artwork. He sees the slow transition you’ve made from sketching to painting as he scrolls down your page, and he can’t help the guilty feeling that eats away at him. How could he have missed such a major change for you? Especially when you’re as talented at painting as you are at sketching. Each picture is as beautiful as the last, but none more so than some of the more recent pictures.

Pictures with your friends at a restaurant for your last birthday. You look very much the same, if not more beautiful than Choso remembers. Your face has matured, accentuating all of the features he has loved all this time. Your lips are pursed as you blow out the candles on your cake, and another wave of guilt crashes over Choso, because he wanted to text you that day. As soon as midnight had rolled around, he typed up his usual birthday message, promptly deleting it when he remembered he had chosen to let go.

There’s a picture of you at a graduation, standing beside a man in a graduation gown. A graduation cap sits atop your head while the man has his arm slung over your shoulders. The sight, and the caption makes Choso’s stomach roil.

[YOU] “Congratulations @KaiToes!! You've worked so hard this last year. It was so amazing to watch it all pay off while you walked that stage. I'm gonna miss you, but I know we'll meet again. I love you!!! ❤️”

Choso’s heart feels like it's trying to claw its way up his throat. He taps on the username you tagged - KaiToes, the first thing he sees being KAITO in the bio. This must be him. The Kaito. This is the guy you told Choso about, the one who pushed Choso to make one of the hardest decisions he’s ever had to come to.

He feels strange, ashamed. Ashamed that he’s doing this, creeping around this strangers social media page just to get a glimpse of the man who caught your eye enough to gush to Choso about him. Enough for Choso to throw in the towel, knowing he could possibly offer you more than Choso ever could. And you love him, apparently.

He can’t take this.

Choso tosses Yuji’s phone onto the other side of the couch, head falling into his palms as he tries to absorb everything he’s learned. The sigh that leaves Choso’s chest is heavy, years worth of anguish spilling from his lungs. The more he thinks about the situation, the less hopeful he is that you’ll even tolerate his presence. Worse, what if you bring that Kaito guy back with you?

“Truly pathetic, brother,” Eso chides from the living room doorway, munching on a piece of toast in his hand. Beside him stands Kechizu, Yuji slipping between the two to take a seat on the couch. He snatches his phone from the seat, shaking his head when he sees the screen.

“Don’t,” Choso warns, when Yuji opens his mouth to speak. He’s no doubt going to ask what has him in such a sour mood knowing full well it has to do with you.

Kechizu chimes in this time, always quick to defend his brothers. “Hey, don't be mad at us because she hates you now. That's your fault.”

“...I know.”

- -

Spring Break

“Hi Honey. Did you make it alright? How was your flight?”

You can just barely hear the sound coming from your phone, the loud buzz of the baggage carousel interrupting you before you have the opportunity to speak. Bag after bag drops sloppily onto the conveyor, and you wait until the loud thuds halt to respond to your mother.

“Sorry, it’s so noisy here. I’m here, though, Mom. Flight was good, but it’s so late. I’m really tired.”

On the other end, your moms sighs in relief. “Okay, good. We had the cleaners come out earlier today, so the house should be all ready for you. Just be safe. Check all the doors and windows and make sure they’re locked before you go to bed. Oh, and set the alarm, as well. And–”

“Mom!” You exhausted voice cuts her off. “I know. I’m not a kid. I’ll call you in the morning, alright?”

You wheel your suitcase along, your weeks worth of luggage packed neatly away as you try to ignore how your heart races while you make your way to your ride outside. The airport doors slide open, the smell of the salty sea air hitting your lungs hard, and you stop. You let your eyes drift shut, inhaling a deep breath of air.

You missed this place, though you're still a ways away from the quaint beach town you know so well.

“Okay,” Your mother says. “Be safe.”

“I will, Mom. Goodni–”

“OH! Wait, one more thing before you go.” You resist rolling your eyes, approaching your driver who waits patiently for you outside of the vehicle. When you’re close, he takes your bags and packs them into the trunk while you slip into the backseat. “I have a package being delivered there tomorrow. It's a gift for Yuji's birthday. These shoes he wanted really badly. Grab it for me, please?”

“I can do that.”

“Tell Yuji happy birthday from me and your dad. And that we love him very much.” You can hear the tremble in her voice, the love behind every word. She's definitely one more mention of Yuji away from bursting into tears. In many ways, Yuji is her baby. She loves him as if he is her own. “Tell Choso and his brothers we love them, too, alright?”

You tense hearing his name. You haven’t spoken it, or even seen it in so long, but you hum “mhmm” regardless. You don’t want to add on to your mother’s worries.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

You disconnect the call, head falling back against the headrest as the car begins to move.

Your mind wants to race as quickly as the streetlights, but you’re just too out of it to even try. It took a lot of convincing to come here even after you had already agreed, both mentally and from your friends. But you’re glad you came. Yuji, Eso and Kechizu will be happy you showed up, and well…the other brother…you’ll think about that tomorrow after you’ve had a good night’s rest.

The day has been long, and you just can’t bring yourself to stress about anything more. So you take a deep breath, relaxing and enjoying the ride. And when your eyes shut, you dream of a sweet memory that you’d tucked away so deeply, you almost forgot: tightly clasped hands, long walks along the hot sand, tall and tickly grass, chilly caverns.

And a pool full of secrets between two strangers who used to call each other friends.

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