✥ @lollipopsandgunshots asked: ✥
✥ A mysterious letter arrives. No sender, no return address. The letter is even typed, no handwriting to indicate who may have sent it.
You should know that the former runaway angel is living her best life. Everyone that meets her leaves with a smile. She’s been good for everyone around her and for the city. And the Reaper couple are happy, taking care of themselves, each other, and the rest of the city around them.
Don’t forget the good in yourself. You brought them all together again.
Enclosed is a small business card for Izumi’s cafe, as proof that she’s doing well. ✥
Old and weathered hands turned the paper this way and that, as if searching for some hidden meaning tucked somewhere between the lines of neatly typed text. No name, no place. Just a collection of information scattered across the surface that left him wanting. He would have believed it to be a tease if there was any string to follow, any hint at someone sitting behind their computer screen laughing as they typed it up. He could see Joshua doing something like that, but he knew Joshua would want to take credit for torturing him...
And there was no way in hell Joshua would ever acknowledge his growth.
Next down the line was Hanekoma, who would be far more likely to have something genuine to say. These words, taken genuinely, could easily be his. But then, that line of logic didn't quite make sense, either. Hanekoma wasn't afraid of him anymore, and he felt no shame. He'd contact him over the phone, if nothing else. Through a line over universes, or maybe he'd just show up in person one day, sitting on Haruto's couch like he owned the place. Like a cat lazing in the sun. He wouldn't just send a letter with no name and no address. He would have nothing to hide.
Haruto's eyes drifted up to the cityscape outside his window as he contemplated who else might have sent it. He didn't think it would have been Izumi. She shouldn't have knowledge or contact with any angels. She should be living a perfectly human life right now, just as the letter would suggest. He'd be concerned if she were the one that sent it along... As he scanned a sunkissed orange sky, the gears in his mind turned slowly and picked apart every detail. Then... it stopped altogether.
"Does it even really matter?" he asked aloud, finally turning away to drop the letter onto his counter and move to brew himself a cup of coffee. "It's good news. And it's news I've been wanting to hear so... I suppose I should be grateful."
Those same eyes drifted from their task, wandering along the smooth surface of his countertop until they landed on the business card. Proof of life, he'd assumed. Proof of a life well lived. But if he wanted to play into his old games, he could almost consider it an invitation. He wasn't allowed back there, and he couldn't leave the UG on his own while he was there anyway. Izumi wouldn't even be able to see him. But still... But still...
He pursed his lips as he drew in a breath and returned his attention back to his task, grumbling under his breath in the way he often did: "How in the hell am I gay and still fuck up with women this badly...?"