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Shunichiro Tachibana's POV

Brows raising impatiently and fed up with how fast trouble is already stirring between the growling Yuki and queen of spot light. The bitter sweet temptation for another cigarette emerges almost simultaneously after a quick pat on Toshiaki's shoulder for leaving him with the mess- some things never change. So much for "I'll be right back"- it takes no genius to realize that Midori must have left to attend whatever problem she has outside the gym, this pathetic reunion and back to her life- reality.

The chilled air strikes my face once I am outside and watch a cab disappearing into the night. Not that the idiotic idea of chasing after it ever pops up in my head but the white envelope hiding safely in my pocket hasn't been delivered yet or perhaps it just isn't meant to be. Has the universe spoken? Is this my hint of letting it go? Being friends with an ex really isn't a thing? Is it selfish of me to want her there while knowing that it would most definitely hurt her eventually? I feel a taunting scoff escape my mouth while my hand fishes for the phone and asks Yuki for Midori's address with another hand in the air hailing a cab for my next destination.

I should have chosen the cigarette over closure, I should have known better.

I should have.   

Eriko Sato's POV

Never thought I'd live to a day where Yukihisa Maki could cause me that much pain (non sexually) and each step gets a little harder with blood boiling and heartbeat raising while every cell in my body is yelling for a come back at his venomous so called side of story but the multi faces in front of my eyes and pride get the better of me. 

"Could you be a dear and send me something to eat, I'm craving something sweet." Ignoring the boyish grin from the far too young waiter and sending him away on mission so I'd just face the necessary number of men to try enjoying the rest of this evening. "Not much, Toshi. Just that Midori and Maki are best friends, she completely ignores me like we're strangers and he comes barking at me that they have searched for me. Well, way to show how they value me as a friend, don't you think? So nothing, Toshi, you have not missed a single thing. I'm still that screwed up princess every man just want to fuck and brag." Words just cascade my lips, years of friendship with the loneworlf has amazing effects- never the urge to hide my thoughts, negativity or insecurity. Resting my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, I let go of any awareness of what the other two gentlemen might be feeling or thinking. "Just stay like this for a minute, I will be fine, I promise."

Nothing I couldn't handle- I reassure myself. Being on my own in a foreign country with friends and lover gone, dead brother showing up my door like some Hollywood movie and making my stand in the business world- I sure as fuck can survive a night at a lousy college reunion!

Double Troubles - the reunion.

Midori’s POV

An offhand, un-thought through witticism is about to skim a sweet escape from my lips yet it’s stopped tersely by the sound of my phone pinging that I’ve got tucked away in my purse along with some cigarettes and a lighter; the holy trinity I carry everywhere with me regardless of the occasion or circumstances. Plucking it out; I ignore the drink which gets placed down in front of me – for once, highly concerned about something that doesn’t involve alcohol yet does bring a past I’d rather keep concealed up to the surface and in a split second, I excuse myself with nothing more than a mumbled announcement of ‘I’ll be right back.’

The text reads no more than ‘Outside. Now.’ and from the sender it shows up from – I know better than to waste time dawdling.

Out front of the gymnasium; the sight of a black stretch vehicle sends my heart into a rattled race of dread as a repulsive bile begins to nauseatingly coat the back of my throat. The familiar sound of ‘mommy’ kick starts my maternal instincts into overdrive of which I swore years ago I’d never have and in the blink of an eye, I’ve crouched down to scoop up and cradle a tiny crying pre-schooler. “What’s wrong princess? Why are there tears? Mommy doesn’t like it when you’re upset Sakura.”

It’s an incoherent response as sniffles and a head of hair bury into the crook of my neck as my ex-fiancé comes into view – his usual cocky expression and carelessness demeanor. “She wanted to see you - acts and behaves just like her god damn mother.” Eyes rolling and lips pursing into a thin line of hindrance, I ask Ryoichi to leave and attempt my best at balancing a child in hand whilst calling a cab. He’s a man of few actions and even fewer words – huffing that he’ll be away on business book release for a while now that he doesn’t have to take care of a child, our interaction ends promptly with the slam of a car door before wheels squeal off into the distance.

So much for enjoying a night out to reminisce. “Sakura, baby; Mommy needs to put you down so that she can make a phone call, is that ok?”, I ask with a smile whilst wiping tears from her tiny red raw eyes. Not having Shunichiro’s number to ask for advice and not that I’m sure that I’d want him to see me like this; I message Yukihisa instead, aware – fully – that he’s got the kind of mouth that can open and blurt out just about anything.

Aki’s POV (New Character Alert)

There’s no reason for me to be hanging around this reunion amongst older folk apart from the fact that I’m helping to assist with the catering for the night when an older woman manages to catch my eye with some kind of allure and draw that I can’t explain. Never one for being afraid to get knocked back, knocked down or plain ignored for starting any kind of conversation; as soon as I’ve made the connection of acuity and observation that she isn’t with anything; although the men’s jacket that she has draped over her shoulders may prove otherwise, I’m over like a moth to a flame. Not afraid – at all – to be hurt or burnt.

“Excuse me ma’am – pardon me if this is too forward but if I’m allowed to say, you look absolutely exquisite this evening.”

Glancing all over for a smirk, a blush, the raise of an eyebrow or even a carefree chuckle at how ‘naïve’ or ‘juvenile’ I must seem; the woman doesn’t give off any hint of how she feels or makes of my words. Way to make a horrible first impression – I think to myself before stepping in closer to close any gap of personal space between the both of us. “Beautiful woman like you must have a name to match – so how about we start with the formalities?”, I ask, reaching out to brush some hair neatly behind her ear, “Fujishima, Aki Fujishima”, I introduce myself with a boyish grin, “…and you?”

Mission one – become acquaint.

Maki’s POV

Blasé is how I feel as a deep breath sighs from deep within my chest to see Eriko with another man //boy// this one, definitely half her age… maybe a student even with how baby faced he seems yet my indifference comes to a primary halt as a text comes through from Midori that I’m not expecting asking for help. Not bothering to read the entire thing, I announce quietly to Tachibana that there’s an issue out front and finish my drink before beginning to pace outside.

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Happily Ever After

Fandom: Irresistible Mistake Category: Angst / Fluff Character: Yukihisa Maki / Toshiaki Kijima / Shunichiro Tachibana OC / MC: Eriko Sato (from Glory Days) & Saichi (from Second Chances) Notes: This is base on my role play series- Glory Days and Second Chances:  Yearsss after Eriko, Shun, Toshi and Maki have graduated, the three ended up working in the same company while Eriko traveled all over Asia for work.

This time, she’s back in town for a wedding.

FYI- My Shun is still single after his split with Midori and being dumped by Sachi who later married Toshi, you can read it here.

And if you are looking forward to an epilogue for this, it shall be PURE SMUT with Maki, if that were to happen of course.

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Eriko Sato’s POV

“You look presentable,” I stare and convince myself in the mirror, “you can do this, Eriko.” Putting a pair of gold earrings that match my red off the shoulder bodycon dress and slipping into the same color heels before I grab my purse and get going.

I’m nervous yet still surprised that I’m invited, not that we haven’t moved on but it isn’t exactly easy either. We stay in touch all these years- working round our busy schedules and squeezing in a lunch or dinner date whenever I’m in town or random chitchat over the phone every now and again.

We have not forgotten each other, not in the slightest way. In all honesty, I don’t want him to be completely out of my life. We may not have ever dated but he’s always been there when I need him, listening to my problems and putting up with my craziness without ever judging or raising his eyebrows at me.

He’s forever understanding and forgiving, so now sitting in a cab and replaying our time together in the next twenty minutes seem to be the only sane way to prepare myself for the last time before I greet the stars of the day.

The venue is fairly nice, just the kind of church I imagine he’d like. And standing among a few guests outside for a few minutes, I take a deep breath, gathering, remembering, missing, grasping all the dear memories I hold of him and put them aside before my feet move up along the few heavy steps as a hand reaches the large mental handle first, “It’s a gentleman’s job to get the door for a lady.”

Oh, that voice! “And you still consider yourself a gentleman?” My smirk has creep from the corner of my lips before I even manage to turn and look at the man, “Why are you out here instead of waiting at the altar anyway?”

Gesturing his slender index finger against his lips, we quietly enter the church. “Shun is the best man, he has everything covered while I have others covered.”

“Gosh, seriously. Is it too much to ask for you to behave just for one single day?” Shaking my head with a half scoff and half scowl, I follow him to the fourth row.

“And is it so hard for you to wear black and not draw attention on someone’s else wedding day?”

We both crack a smile, the kind of comments that’d only be made by people who have known you long enough yet not at all offend you.

“Black is dull, at least on me anyway.” I am not sure why I bother with an answer that’s clearly not going to convince neither of us. 

“He could easily spot you in this outfits, well I suppose that’s your whole point, isn’t it?”

Like a kid got caught, I tilt my head to the side in attempt to charm my way out of it, for old time sake really.

“You will always make me feel tight beneath my belt and you know it, Eri.” After exchanging a low chuckle and shoving his chest, I catch a glimpse of the groom and return him a smile and nod just before the wedding music begins.

The large oak doors at the back of the church are flung open and the bridesmaids walk sedately down the aisle towards the guests. Each wearing sky blue, spaghetti strap dresses, a flash of glistening white is seen at the end of the aisle. With excited whispers, the crowd stands and turns to watch the bride’s grand entrance. It takes a moment before I can see her fully and, when I do, she’s far more gorgeous than I expect- classy yet innocent like the girl next door, the perfect girl for my lone wolf friend.

This isn’t exactly the first wedding I attend but the first that has got my full attention, listening carefully to each word as the priest reads the vows, their I dos linger in my ears- knowing that from this day on he would be happy, at ease and well loved. Still captivated by the pleasing smile that’s spreading across his handsome face, not a hint of loneliness nor dark burden on his shoulders. He looks content and free, I’m happy for him, to finally have found the right person to give him the simple joy he seeks and to spend the rest of his life with.

Once outside the church, I bring along my gift and congratulate the bride and groom. “Oh my gosh, you must be Eriko! They talk about you all the time, I’m so glad you’d make it!”

Getting a compliment from the innocent and child like bride has made me blush a little but after declining her goodness of playing cupid within the minutes we’ve met, I admit that like Shunichiro- I’m also married to my job.

The bride and groom go back to greeting the rest of their guests, I watch from afar like I once did- the time he made me midnight pancakes, the disastrous college and heartbreaking charity ball, when he fell fast asleep on my bed, saying goodbye at airport, after he walked me back to the hotel each time I was in town- he seems different now, the semi guilty expression and dark wash like sadness that sometimes flicker within his eyes are no longer found on him.

“Do you regret it? You know… He loved you all these years?”

“So do I.” I sigh, “It hurts to love him but I still do, it’s just the way I feel.”

There’s a corner of my heart that belongs to him and I know whether I ever find someone else or be in love over and over again, that one little corner of my heart will always belong to him, Toshiaki Kijima.

“So would you like some company tonight, you know, to keep your mind off … someone?”

Finally allowing myself a smother little giggle, I spin around and pinch my persistent old friend. “You don’t give up, do you Yukihisa Maki?”

With the signature smirk on his face as he offers me his arm, I wrap mine around his and leave their happy ending behind.

Writer Notes: Before readers who have sent or plan to inbox me about what happened between Eri & Toshi- the plots / scenes are already done in my head but I currently have no plan to write them out yet. As for Riki and Kagari, I simply do not know.

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Glory Days Part 24 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV There’s no doubt in my mind at all I want to do is comfort Eri like she deserves - but I’m hesitant in being unsure of how to showcase my true intentions. Do I like this girl? I think so. Do I regret the kiss we shared? No. Can we at least be friends? I wouldn’t want to lose her. Do I care at the fact her makeup is ruined? Not at all but I’m hoping to respect her wishes. The gentle sounds of sobbing and tears falling cause my heart to clench. My stomach starts to twist and churn uncomfortably. I can tell that everything she’s spilt out has been harder than she expected which makes me bite my tongue at the fact I want to be sure that any word which comes from me is thought about - proper - caring. “Look… I..”, I manage to pathetically get out after scratching the back of my neck; my hand slowly finding it’s way to her back where I rub gently between Eri’s shoulders; afraid that the touch may break her. “Friends I can do - I mean… you’re, you’re a special girl from what I’ve learnt about you so far and it would be a shame to lose you.” Just as  I exhale about to further explain, or better still trip over my own words and fall into a web of awkwardness that I’ll strangle myself with, Eriko’s name is called out by an unfamiliar voice which follows a knock at her door. “Should I—-”, I enquire yet Eri seems to have already bet me to what I was about to say, pushing herself up onto her feet to rush straight over and half hide behind the door as she opens it; allowing me to catch a glimpse of someone I haven’t seen before standing on the other side. Rikiya’s POV On my way over; the simple thought of Eri I just couldn’t shake - was she ignoring me because she didn’t want to see me? Was what Shinichi mentioned true? Her father wasn’t fond of me? Kicking at the ground during my walk after I was able to weasel an address out of my friend who just didn’t seem to even want to give in to the slight begging I was prepared to lower myself down to - frustration pulsed through my every nerve unsure of what would happen; what could happen - what I should think or do. Stopping a few times across the college campus I wasn’t entirely familiar with, I snapped and broke  a few flowers, mostly roses and lavender which formed a bright red and purple pretty bouquet. It wasn’t much, but even the thought of giving flowers to a girl made me blush. Arriving at the address I was given, it’s a swift knock at the door which comes out a little more overconfident than expected as I call out the name of the girl who’s been consuming my thoughts for the last few days. “Eri!” Within seconds the door is answered and I can sense the animosity of which I’m about to step into. There’s another guy in her apartment already - my back straightens a little at the idea of another man consuming her attention but I try not to let it get to me. He’s possibly just a friend. He’s possibly more. Maybe someone she’s known for a lifetime. I don’t know and I don’t plan on jumping to conclusions like most people do. “I’ll give you two some space but, Eri - text me the details for this charity ball you mentioned earlier.” The words and not so subtle way of fleeing without a goodbye from the other guy causes my face to contort with a half scowl and half eyebrow raise as he slips his way out past me. Everything seems to have overwhelmed the younger girl and caused her to spill her emotions out in silent sobs which instantly kick in some kind of protective instinct I have; dropping the flowers I collected onto the small table by the front door, and as hesitant as Eri seems to want to play and be, eventually pulling her into my chest. “You ok?” Unintentionally what I saw seems to make her sob a little and my hold around her tightens as she buries her face into my chest. “Why are you crying babe? You’re going to ruin that beautiful face of yours.” Stepping back to create some space between us; I crouch down a little to look at her face to face and wipe her eyes dry. No tears will be falling on my watch - unless of course they’re tears of joy. “Babe - what happened? Am I hurting someone? Was it the guy who just left? I swear - if he hurt you.” Eri’s reaction is further fueled by sobs and whimpers and eventually the smallest chuckle that she tries to hide. Rubbing his back and playing with the ends of her hair, I whisper that I’m here for her and that she doesn’t have to talk until she’s ready. Whether it took 15 minutes, 15 hours of 15 days I’d be more than willing to wait.

Shunichiro'a POV

After being in my arms for more or less half an hour, Midori and I eventually head back to her dorm where Eriko and Toshiaki are nowhere to be found. Midi has ordered me to wait on the couch while she goes change, a quiet tune hangs in the air as she hums quietly. She’s excited and this makes me excited too and a bit nervous. Wiggling in the couch, the scent of flowers drifts past my nose and I smile when she stands shyly in front of me with a mini yellow dress.

“I hope this is okay,” she says quietly.

“Fits you perfectly.” The feel of her nervous breath against my skin makes me grins, next we’re out the door and everything else happens in a flurry.

Her mess of dark hair being played with, fingers hesitating and trembling as they gently brush across her smooth cheeks and shoulder. I keep fidgeting in my seat, closing the gap between us and pushing myself onto Midori’s sweet tasting lips. I never realize how much I longed for this simple contact that’s filled with such innocence, one not yet stained by lust or desire.

Midori has been blushing this whole time, I could feel her cheeks burn up and it only results me to scoot closer with more kisses till our food eventually arrive and interrupt our inseparable bond.

It’s a little after seven, and on a Thursday night no less, the place is still packed. Mostly patrons surrounding the bar and few couples by the window seats. It never ceases to amaze me how passionate Midi is when it comes to food, dessert, pizza and beer that’s all it takes to crack a smile from my girl. “I’m so glad you two drop by the library,” I chuckle as Midi takes a big bite on her pizza, sighing dreamily (over a pizza!)

“Oh me too.” She replies with her mouth full and quickly covers her lips, “I hope things work out in their end too.”

I nod, knowing that’s easier said than done. Eriko may want to change but changing the fundamental is almost impossible or else life lesson itself wouldn’t be that valuable. Most important of all, Toshiaki has experience enough pain for a life time, once was quite enough.

“I can’t believe we almost blow this over.”

And that’s when Midi pauses, almost hesitantly puts her food down and cups my cheeks in her shaky palms. Now, my heart literally fly to the moon and back, and swell up so much in my chest like it would burst any second.

Losing myself completely in Midori’s grip, everything replay in slow motion- how we met; the awkward double date; her overly drunken (but very sexy) state; our first fight and now here we are.

There is no rush. It feels natural, like she and I are meant to be.

“So Midori, would you be my girlfriend?”

Eriko’s POV

It’s definitely taken more than 15 minutes for me to calm down, I take a deep breath as the last of my tears dried up. Rikiya has been a sweetheart, listening to my hysterical crying and sobbing over another guy. I couldn’t quite recall my exact words but they surely wouldn’t be nice for him to hear with something along the lines of:

“He doesn’t want me.”

“He hates me, he must hate me more now.”

“He kissed me, I poured my heart out and he didn’t even tell me how he feels. Friends, he could do friends?”

“I’m soooo stupid!!! I’m just some dirty slut ..”

“STOP! ERI!”

A warm gentle touch on my cheeks is seriously dangerous, Rikiya’s caring tone and intoxicating scent is far too tempting for me to handle. He deserves better, so does Toshiaki, they all do. People like me don’t get appreciated, we are disposable, replaceable and easily forgotten.

“Eri, don’t cry over a guy who doesn’t see the real you. You are perfect the way you are. It’s his lost, not yours.”

It would be so much easier to let go, to fall into a set of strong arms or being melted into sweet kisses and irresistible touches. Lust doesn’t solve it all but it could numb my pain, it would be so much easier and familiar yet I find myself stepping back, keeping distance and choose a hot bath over intimacy.

“Thanks for the flowers, they’re lovely.”

The distant calling of my name and not so gentle slaps on my cheeks bring me back to my senses, lying on the bathroom floor, looking at an extremely worried and breathless Rikiya, wait why am I naked again?

“Babe! Thank God, you’re okay! You scared the shit out of me! Eri, who fell asleep in the bath! That’s it princess, you are not leaving my sight!!”

In one swift motion, I’m lifted up and allowing myself to be lost in Rikiya’s arms. I’m tired, exhausted from crying. I hardly cry and I certainly don’t like wasting tears on men, draining my energy and pride over one guy is enough. It’s easier this way, to be cared, appreciated, spoiled and loved by Rikiya- the bad boy in everyone’s eyes but the knight in shining armour in mine.

For once, I’m sharing my bed with a guy who lays next to me all night long with only his arms wrapping around me, simply being here for me like he has promised.

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Glory Days Part 16 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV

“BOYFRIEND?” The term startles me yet I’m smart enough to know that it’s come out in a panic rather than a legitimate truth. Eriko’s father? Here now? The salt and pepper coloured hair older man shoots me an unimpressed, downcast look as I’m not sure what to do or where to go from the tight situation I’ve been thrown into. “Mr Sato?”, I ask offering hand out to greet him with a firm shake. There’s hesitation in his return of the gesture, yet once it’s done, I futher introduce myself hoping that the short yet elaborate lie I continue to play along with is believable. “The name is Toshiaki. It’s nice to finally meet you sir - Eriko told me so much about you.” Just as I can tell that something is about to start to escalate - animosity sky rocketing between the father and daughter duo, I clap my hands, rubbing them together and nod to give myself the confidence boost I need. “Perhaps, the three of us could head upstairs - it would be more comfortable and we could talk; civilly. Like adults.” Midori’s POV “I’m the reason you’re smoking? Oh c'mon - give me a break.” It’s the first thing that I’m about to spit out as my eyes roll at Shun’s behaviour. He’s acting like an unnecessary over protective boyfriend and if I wanted someone like that around me - I’d have not broken it off with Ryoichi. “I.. I went to my mom’s store and then to my place - but Eri was there with some guys and I snapped and lost my cool and walked out hoping to blow off some steam but then I went back and no one was there and now I’m here; because I thought you could help. Why are you going to start keeping tabs on me?” Snatching the cigarette box from Shun’s fingertips, I hold them and the lighter I managed to aquire behind my back, taking a step away with every one Shun takes forward toward me. “..and yes”, I roll my eyes back hard not wanting to explain a question I’m constantly trying to avoid, “that was Ryoichi Hirose. I honestly have no idea what he’s doing here and fine - to get the story straight with this stupid argument we’re having Ryo and I dated - for like 6 months, 2 years ago. I’m sure you have ex-girlfriends and I don’t see myself getting irate over that fact.” Shun attempts to remind me again of apparently how drunk I was last night but with how everyone’s been talking to me today - treating me - acting as if I’m a 4 year old that has no grasp or concept of her life I feel like screaming. “YES, OK! I’M AWARE THAT I WAS OUT OF LINE LAST NIGHT BUT I DON’T NEED SOMEONE WHO ISN’T EVEN MY BOYFRIEND REMINDING ME!”, I manage to take a short breath - just enough to let my voice catch up to how I’m feeling before I ramble off again, “…why, you would have rather of been the one to come collect us from the store instead of Toshiaki? So you could what - make a move and if I was to reject you have a shot at Eri. Please.. Shunichiro stop acting like an over protective stubborn child - I came here for your help, not to argue.” Watching as he crosses his arms over his chest and refuses to speak, I drop the cigarettes I’m holding on a bench close to me and allow myself to leave - I’m not hanging around for an argument or for someone who wants to treat me as if I’m a kid. The walk home isn’t any better. Wolf-whistled at, cat called, snickered towards; I’m just happy to see my dorm’s front door and enter without a care - startled to see the guests who are seated. “Mr Sato? I um.. I didn’t know you were coming to see Eri”, I explain with a small smile; a litttle caught off guard by the fact a parent is present on campus. Having seen my own today - I wasn’t expecting to see anyone elses. “…and Toshiaki; what a surprise. You’re the third guy that’s been here today for Eri - she get sick of the other two that were here making breakfast for her in the morning already?” Grabbing underwear, a dress and the shoes that I’ll need. I throw my phone on charge beside my head and head for the shower. Maybe beneath the water, no one would hear me if I started to scream.

Eriko’s POV It scares me to death- Not the events from the last 48 hours or going on dates with stranger or being yelled by my best friend twice in a day. No, there is only one man I cannot face who is now standing in my room with Toshiaki by my side after Midori drops the bomb of news that clearly forces my father to politely ask my boyfriend to leave and give us some space for family matters. My confidence or social experience could never be enough to prepare me for the man who barks at me five seconds after the door’s shut. I’m told that Midori’s parents’re so disappointed at our inappropriate and childish behavior at such age. There is simply no color left to be drained from my face as I freeze with my head down like a little girl in trouble, listening to my father’s lecturing and sending me an ultimatum in person. Expecting my heart to pound fiercely or tears flushing out like it’s the end of the world, I only find myself numb and exhausted, maybe a calm before the storm as one would say. The vibration of my phone has pulled me out of my thoughts and see a text from Toshiaki: “I’m just outside the door if you want an ear or … a shoulder.” Dragging my feet to the door and resting my forehead on it, “Hey, ummm….thank you but I … really am not in the mood…. I’ll just sleep it off.”

I could hear his breathing through the thin door, placing a hand on the wood in hope to touch the man who’s only centimeters away. I am in no condition to face anyone else, not with my pride or dignity down the drain and Toshiaki Kijima is the last person I want to see right now. Defeated, useless, failure, wasted and slutty- the man has seen enough. When his heavy footsteps fade away, I crash onto my bed plug in my earphones and pull the sheets over my head, not caring for the world till the next sunrise.

Waking up to the warm morning sun that shines brightly through the blinds, I poke my head out and giving my eyes few more seconds to get used to the light. Midori isn’t here and perhaps it’s easier this way. I think we have been in each others lives long enough to know her half unintentional venting and exploding with my father’s presence won’t put our friendship to an end but a pause doesn’t sound too bad for now.

“Kagari?“ ”I’m hurt if you’re on first name basis with Riki.“ As curious as I’m, the clock is ticking. “Sorry,” I begin, trying to find better words to phrase what I’m about to say. “I… something else came up and I need to do last minute shopping which honestly isn’t going to a fun date for you.”   What I’ve said brings a sly grin to his face, “Try me.”   Eight hours later, we are unpacking boxes and suitcases of my belongings in an apartment studio in the Tokyo University Komaba campus. Thanks to the informative and efficient Shinichi, I for once have reached my father's order way before the deadline. Promising him I’ll thank and make it up to him another time, we’re satisfied with pizza and beer for the night. “You surprise me.” The man in glasses pulls out a cigarette from a packet and light it, slowly inhaling. “I thought you’d book to a hotel room or high end service apartment.” Not at all offended, I slightly smirk. “Even a trust fund kid got rules to obey. I do monthly reconciliation report to my father’s secretary and there’s limit on how much I’d spent until certain goals are met.“ Shinichi raises his brows, the flat fills with the aroma of his mint tobacco, pizza and beer yet making me feel like home or at least how I imagine home feels like. "I do freelance work too just no one ever bother asking.” I shrug then comes Shinichi next question that I haven’t heard since Truth Or Dare in junior high- What my type is. He isn’t exactly thrilled to hear Rikiya fitting my first favorite but a cheeky smirk spreading across his handsome face as he happily acknowledges himself as my second favorite, he slips his glasses up the bridge of his nose beofre his slender fingers wiping at the corners of my lips. One question leads to another, what’s it like to be a fashion stylist? My hobbies? My favorite food, songs, movies. Something changes in me, an undetermined but fitting feeling which I couldn’t quite put my finger on. After all the moving around and endless beer in his system, Shinichi falls asleep on the floor while I lay quietly next to him and strokes the redden cheek of the Mathematics major. My mind drifting miles away then the uneasiness of living alone finally creep under my skin, wondering what Midi is doing and whether she has read the hurried note I’ve left along with business card of the store manager I’ve known since a kid in such a rush without explaining why I’ve moved out. “You are more than welcome to work at our stores than serving women who walk around half naked all day. Love, E.”

Officially living on the other side of town, I’ve taken the advice every mature adult and create a visible distance with Midori.

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Here's the fic set yearssssss after Glory Days and maybe one day I will finish my part of Glory Days, just maybe. Sending ask to hurry me wouldn't get it any closer

Happily Ever After

Fandom: Irresistible Mistake Category: Angst / Fluff Character: Yukihisa Maki / Toshiaki Kijima / Shunichiro Tachibana OC / MC: Eriko Sato (from Glory Days) & Saichi (from Second Chances) Notes: This is base on my role play series- Glory Days and Second Chances:  Yearsss after Eriko, Shun, Toshi and Maki have graduated, the three ended up working in the same company while Eriko traveled all over Asia for work.

This time, she’s back in town for a wedding.

FYI- My Shun is still single after his split with Midori and being dumped by Sachi who later married Toshi, you can read it here.

And if you are looking forward to an epilogue for this, it shall be PURE SMUT with Maki, if that were to happen of course.

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Eriko Sato’s POV

“You look presentable,” I stare and convince myself in the mirror, “you can do this, Eriko.” Putting a pair of gold earrings that match my red off the shoulder bodycon dress and slipping into the same color heels before I grab my purse and get going.

I’m nervous yet still surprised that I’m invited, not that we haven’t moved on but it isn’t exactly easy either. We stay in touch all these years- working round our busy schedules and squeezing in a lunch or dinner date whenever I’m in town or random chitchat over the phone every now and again.

We have not forgotten each other, not in the slightest way. In all honesty, I don’t want him to be completely out of my life. We may not have ever dated but he’s always been there when I need him, listening to my problems and putting up with my craziness without ever judging or raising his eyebrows at me.

He’s forever understanding and forgiving, so now sitting in a cab and replaying our time together in the next twenty minutes seem to be the only sane way to prepare myself for the last time before I greet the stars of the day.

The venue is fairly nice, just the kind of church I imagine he’d like. And standing among a few guests outside for a few minutes, I take a deep breath, gathering, remembering, missing, grasping all the dear memories I hold of him and put them aside before my feet move up along the few heavy steps as a hand reaches the large mental handle first, “It’s a gentleman’s job to get the door for a lady.”

Oh, that voice! “And you still consider yourself a gentleman?” My smirk has creep from the corner of my lips before I even manage to turn and look at the man, “Why are you out here instead of waiting at the altar anyway?”

Gesturing his slender index finger against his lips, we quietly enter the church. “Shun is the best man, he has everything covered while I have others covered.”

“Gosh, seriously. Is it too much to ask for you to behave just for one single day?” Shaking my head with a half scoff and half scowl, I follow him to the fourth row.

“And is it so hard for you to wear black and not draw attention on someone’s else wedding day?”

We both crack a smile, the kind of comments that’d only be made by people who have known you long enough yet not at all offend you.

“Black is dull, at least on me anyway.” I am not sure why I bother with an answer that’s clearly not going to convince neither of us. 

“He could easily spot you in this outfits, well I suppose that’s your whole point, isn’t it?”

Like a kid got caught, I tilt my head to the side in attempt to charm my way out of it, for old time sake really.

“You will always make me feel tight beneath my belt and you know it, Eri.” After exchanging a low chuckle and shoving his chest, I catch a glimpse of the groom and return him a smile and nod just before the wedding music begins.

The large oak doors at the back of the church are flung open and the bridesmaids walk sedately down the aisle towards the guests. Each wearing sky blue, spaghetti strap dresses, a flash of glistening white is seen at the end of the aisle. With excited whispers, the crowd stands and turns to watch the bride’s grand entrance. It takes a moment before I can see her fully and, when I do, she’s far more gorgeous than I expect- classy yet innocent like the girl next door, the perfect girl for my lone wolf friend.

This isn’t exactly the first wedding I attend but the first that has got my full attention, listening carefully to each word as the priest reads the vows, their I dos linger in my ears- knowing that from this day on he would be happy, at ease and well loved. Still captivated by the pleasing smile that’s spreading across his handsome face, not a hint of loneliness nor dark burden on his shoulders. He looks content and free, I’m happy for him, to finally have found the right person to give him the simple joy he seeks and to spend the rest of his life with.

Once outside the church, I bring along my gift and congratulate the bride and groom. “Oh my gosh, you must be Eriko! They talk about you all the time, I’m so glad you’d make it!”

Getting a compliment from the innocent and child like bride has made me blush a little but after declining her goodness of playing cupid within the minutes we’ve met, I admit that like Shunichiro- I’m also married to my job.

The bride and groom go back to greeting the rest of their guests, I watch from afar like I once did- the time he made me midnight pancakes, the disastrous college and heartbreaking charity ball, when he fell fast asleep on my bed, saying goodbye at airport, after he walked me back to the hotel each time I was in town- he seems different now, the semi guilty expression and dark wash like sadness that sometimes flicker within his eyes are no longer found on him.

“Do you regret it? You know… He loved you all these years?”

“So do I.” I sigh, “It hurts to love him but I still do, it’s just the way I feel.”

There’s a corner of my heart that belongs to him and I know whether I ever find someone else or be in love over and over again, that one little corner of my heart will always belong to him, Toshiaki Kijima.

“So would you like some company tonight, you know, to keep your mind off … someone?”

Finally allowing myself a smother little giggle, I spin around and pinch my persistent old friend. “You don’t give up, do you Yukihisa Maki?”

With the signature smirk on his face as he offers me his arm, I wrap mine around his and leave their happy ending behind.

Writer Notes: Before readers who have sent or plan to inbox me about what happened between Eri & Toshi- the plots / scenes are already done in my head but I currently have no plan to write them out yet. As for Riki and Kagari, I simply do not know.