enclosed in the most recent package is a pack of dried pineapple labelled for amai and 5 packs of mug ramen for rainy days. attached is also a letter that reads the following:
please excuse my lack of correspondence, who knew that muggle studies would be so taxing (and such a bore without the element of magic). perhaps half of the fun was making sure you could understand most of the material. after all, a little bird informed me that you had returned and thus it seemed fitting to send you a little piece of home - albeit my home but hopefully you’ll feel the same.
with love, 박진영
Muscles flinch as senses register hungered teeth nibbling upon the flesh of his earlobe - he’d been so engrossed admiring every dip and curve of caring penmanship, he didn’t even realize his breath had been baited. How long had it been? A month, almost two? The male adorning black and yellow had thought he’d already returned home once lungs inhaled the airs of the academy; perhaps his conscience had been mistaken?
Fingers languidly stray for the dried pineapple, meticulously tearing open the pack just before offering the rabbit perched upon his shoulder the snack she so persistently asked for--
And he’s somehow reminded that home was where the heart was, that home could be a person and not a place, that his fingertips had been so cold for so long--
Gaze lingers over the parchment, once again tracing it’s signature repeatedly, following every loop and turn in the pattern he remembered warm hands had written it...
“You ready to finally go home, Amai?”
