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[elsecrytt]

Satoru Gojo goes to the same cafe every day for his coffee-flavored confectionary beverage. You are the barista tasked with pumping his drink with the unreasonable assortment of syrup squeezes.

You don't blink at it. You've been in customer service forever. Everything is second nature to you. But you give him a look when you hand him a drink and he just starts going.

He likes to make small chat, you learn. About meaningless things - desserts, drinks, the weather - but he makes you laugh, and he laughs at your jokes, too. He's smiling every time you talk.

He's beautiful - in that way that makes you uncertain if he's really there - and friendly, and he seems a bit lonely, eager to converse.

Something tells you Satoru probably doesn't have a lot of close friends. He's rich, too, judging by the massive tips he leaves you.

The thing is, you do a lot of things on autopilot. It's just the way these things get after a while. Pouring drinks, "What would you like today?", "I'll have that out for you soon!", "Have a nice day!", all that stuff.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes. Wires get crossed.

He's picked up his drink to leave, giving you a cheeky smile and a little wave, and you tell him, without thinking twice:

"Love you, bye!"

Oh. Oh fucking hell -

"Love you too!"

[amane-by-together]

Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 2/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: [name] and amane start exchanging letters that leads to an accidental phone call.

"I stay up the whole night again"

Writing letters to [name] has been a daily routine for Amane lately. Tsukasa teases his older brother about the letters but was assured (more like scolded) by the latter that it was just a mere project.

A project that he finally liked for once. The dream about a carousel and that girl has been bugging him for days, albeit Amane never dreamt it again after that very day.

Amane reeled away from his study desk with the help of his black leather swivel chair to take a glance of the eloquent moon from the window pane. The pearlescent glowing rock was alluring the young boy to take a break and look at the moon instead.

He did. Amane stood up, walking towards the window, the fact that the moon looked so beautiful right now, he doesn't want to miss a night without looking at it. It was as if the moon is calling him.

Amane opened the windows and was welcomed by the cold night breeze. His face, being hit by the beams of moonlight, highlighting his perfect visuals to make him even more fleeting and unreal. His amber irises traveled towards the night sky that was powdered with shimmering stars.

The young boy leaned against the railings, pulling out the letter that [name]. “Wonder what she's up to right now...” Amane asked to himself while examining the letter.

He opened the letter by peeling off the sticker that was sealed on it. Amane reads the letter, [name]'s handwriting is very neat but it looked like the ball point of her ballpen is forcefully pressed against the paper as she writes.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a line of numbers at the end of the letter. Amane realizes that [name] wrote her phone number on her letter in case he wanted to call or text her.

The thing is, Amane dislikes taking phone calls, its just making him feel uneasy, perks of being an introvert that is. He fancies texting more than holding a conversation through calling.

Amane stared at [name]'s phone number at hand, contemplating whether he should call her during the night. ‘She might be sleeping,’ he thought. ‘But it wouldn't hurt to try, right?’

Amane lifted his head up towards the night sky to the full moon, a gentle breeze made contact with his skin. He was waiting for an answer, but the moon remained silent as it should be. “I guess I should go try and call her.”

The young boy grabbed his phone from his desk and went back to his balcony. Amane paused, staring at his phone long and hard while his hands are shaking in nervousness. Carefully, he typed in her number on his phone.

Amane inhaled, his chest slightly rising and then it falls as he exhaled. He ran his long slender fingers through the locks of his choppy hair in frustration. “Why am I doing this?” he sighed while looking at his phone.

Then, his finger accidentally slipped to click the call button. Amane's phone started to ring nonstop causing him to panic and jolt backwards. ‘What should I do?! Ack! If only I just stopped myself, why did I even bother trying to call her anyways?!’ he yelled inside his mind.

“Oh my god, damn these fingers of mine!” Amane hissed to himself while holding the phone. He wanted to die and get cut up into little stars for the night in embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to him that [name] already picked up the call.

“[name], I'm really sorry I called you when you're busy!” Amane puts his phone near his ear with anxiety rushing through him, thinking that [name] would be annoyed. “I didn't mean to! My finger just slipped, please forgive me—”

It turned silent, Amane can only hear his panicked breaths. When he calmed down, he sucked up a breath as he lifted his finger to end the call and apologize through a text or maybe a letter perhaps.

Before he taps the end call button, Amane heard something from the other line. He slowly raised his phone near to his ear.

“Hi, Amane-kun.”

Badump.

Badump.

Amane's heart skipped a beat at the moment he heard [name]'s voice from the first time, especially when she calls him by his first name.

“Amane-kun, is that you?” [name] asked with a grin.

Amane was too speechless to answer, he didn't expect that he will be hearing [name]'s voice too soon. [name]'s voice isn't that high pitched or low, to Amane her voice was lovely. He felt like there’s a wallowing pleasure of milk and honey flowing through his veins. “Amane...?”

“A-Ah!” Amane snapped out from his trance. “Yeah, it’s me Amane, you must be [name] right?”

“Yeah.” [name] chuckled. “You seem startled, are you perhaps doing alright?”

Sweet stars. The flustered young boy cannot say a word, he can hear his beating heart from his chest. “I-I'm doing alright.” Amane stammered while clutching his stomach.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Star gazing.”

“That's nice~” [name] tells Amane, and then she talked in pout. “I'm stuck here doing my homework.”

“And making post cards for you...” she added.

“You should look at the stars right now,” Amane puts his forearm on the railings, looking up to the stars and admiring their twinkle. “They're pretty...”

[name] stood up from her desk while holding her phone to look at the stars from her balcony. She smiled, Amane was indeed right about the stars looking pretty as ever. “You're right, they are pretty...”

“But you're much prettier.”

'Smooth Amane, that's smooth.'

“I'm not that pretty, you haven't seen my face yet...”

“Well I bet you're pretty~” Amane grinned sweetly. “You probably make the stars envious~”

“Aweee, stop it.” [name]'s smile turned bigger, she felt her cheeks grew bright red that could shame those stars on how smooth he is. “I bet you look good than me—”

“We'll see about that when we meet~!”

And so the two of them spent the whole night talking to each other. Who knew an accidental call would lead to this new found longing of meeting each other.

They wanted to see each other.

“Will we really meet face to face?” [name] asked, looking up to the stars and moon. It was the same night sky that Amane was looking, yet those two were far away from each other.

“By yonder blessed moon I swear,” Amane quotes. [name] immediately knew where this was going, she giggled.

“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,”

“What should I swear by~?” Amane smiled charmingly. “Yeah I know, he swore by himself.”

The two of them broke into giggles. Amane wished that they could do more than calling on the phone, maybe talking to each other while grinning and subtly placing his hand on top of hers—

Amane felt the tips of his ears turn red. He's fallen head over heels for his pen pal just by hearing her voice. “Amane-kun, I need to go now.”

“Already?” His voice sounded sad, he didn't want her to go away, if only time would stop between the two of them. “I mean, it's late at night, you need some sleep.”

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,” [name] tells him in a soft whisper. “That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

[name] ended the call, maybe she's in a rush or something, but still the smile didn't leave in Amane's lips. “Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy chest. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest...”

He thanked the stars that something like that. Amane adjusted his shirt before dropping himself to his bed. A smile broke down from his visuals against the pillow.

Amane slowly closes his eyes, drifting to dreamland.

“If I'm getting to get it all wrong anyways, might as well just confess.”

Under the strawberry skies with faint clouds covering the sunset, there stood that unfamiliar girl, gripping on to Amane's hand. They were standing on a green grass. Other than that, the two of them were both wearing white.

Amane expected that he will see a carousel like his previous dream with the unfamiliar girl. Instead, it was a ferris wheel that seems to be circling for eternity.

“You and me of 5:53, we're beautiful.”