( son. ) my pride and joy. ♛ :
Since his acceptance into and his eventual leave for Rakuzan, Akashi very
rarely sees – or even thinks of – his father. Not in any manner of disrespect
;; simply to maintain a clear state of mind. He’s wavered at times – mentally
– and has come to realize that it is always after an encounter with Akashi
Masaomi. Steering clear of the man grants him the peace of mind needed to
command three strings of Japan’s strongest basketball team and maintain
his duties as Rakuzan’s Student Council president.
But he thinks often – and fondly – of his mother. Even now, as the
Shikansen he’d boarded in Kyoto three hours previous fast approaches
Tokyo where she awaits his arrival, he longs to speak with her once more
;; a phone call to tell her that he’ll see her soon. This is one thing in which
he exhibits no shame – his unwavering and never-ending love for his
mother. His teammates would not dream to make fun over the matter –
in fact, they (namely Reo) seem to find it most endearing.
Though what they – or anyone – thinks of him matters not.
Within the hour, the Shikansen is pulling into the station. Akashi’s eyes
scan the crowd of people waiting for loved ones and acquaintances and
before he even stands from his seat, he’s spotted her.
She is brunette, bright-eyed, and as beautiful as ever – standing out
in a crowd of mere commoners amongst a queen. With no further adieu,
he takes his bag and departs the train, heading toward her with a growing
smile ;; nothing comes more naturally in her presence.
❝ Kaasan… I’ve missed you dearly. ❞
THE RED-LOCKED WOMAN HAD been waiting for the day she would see her son again, and now, it was the beginning of experiencing that day. shiori had been standing amongst many others, waiting for one specific shinkansen that held her son; her pride and joy.
she was unbelievably excited for this day to come. because of this situation, she tried her hardest to prevent beads of tears to cascade down her fair cheeks. her one and only son, finally seeing her after years.
the moment she looked with her bright, scarlet eyes, it was the young man she had expected, had stood before her. shiori could not believe her eyes; her brave, little child turned into a handsome, charming young man. she saw his new appearance before, however, they only came in photographs and not in person. seeing akashi seijuurou in person was much better.
❝seijuurou-- !❞ she could not prevent herself from crying tears of joy. a bright smile appeared upon her face; a smile of delight, HAPPINESS. the woman quickly enveloped her son in a tight, warm embrace. ❝seijuurou, i missed you ever so much. . .❞
shiori would describe how much she missed and loved her son by stretching her arms horizontally but she figured he had grown up. she sniffled, incredibly and genuinely happy to have seen her son in such a long time.
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