To: Rin-senpai! 🦈 [8:31am]
– OK! I’ll be there soon!
To: Rin-senpai! 🦈 [8:31am]
– It’s okay. I’ll still act surprised!
And just like that, Ai was quick to put his phone on the charging docket and begin unpacking his lovingly packed suitcases for a fresh pair of clothes. See? I knew this organization would work! Because now this cardigan is right on the top–
He neglected to tell Rin that his time on campus would be scarce; he was due to catch a train back to his hometown later that night. But what kind of friend and junior would he be to skip out on being able to see Rin? Ai wouldn’t outright admit it, certainly not to Rin out of fear of a guilt trip, but he missed him, sorely. Momo was a great room mate, but it wasn’t the same; being the spearhead for the swim club was an exhilarating responsibility, but there was still a part of him that missed Rin’s leadership.
And a bigger part of him still that missed Rin, all of him.
Shoes on, bag pulled over shoulder, and it’s with impressive alacrity that Ai makes his way to the meetup spot. In true Ai fashion, he’s there first, waiting diligently outside the front door, phone in hand, eyes flicking from his text screen to the street - whichever would show him signs of Rin first. His eagerness-slash-trepidation was obvious in the way he tapped his foot and played with his phone charms. I really haven’t seen him in almost six months… Time really flies.
Nitori was ONE off the very few in whom he kept in contact with once he graduated, in all honesty, he missed him so much and it was oddly APPRECIATED how he kept texting him almost every day or so to check up on him. There was a sigh, while he adjusted his hoodie around his crimson hair, wondering if the weather was GOING to hold up this evening, the tv had said NOTHING at all about rain, but they really had no say what was going to happen. Walking faster among the pavement, he hurried to the location in which they were going to meet up and saw that the other had been waiting outside for WHO knows how long. It’s been months since he has seen ANY of his old team mates, any of his old friends, but they all looked as BRIGHT as ever, Nitori being one of them. --- ❝ Oui, there you are. ! ❞
Being that he hadn’t spoken Japanese in awhile, his accent was a bit off but he would get back into in NO time. As, English was extremely more difficult to remember than his USUAL language. Raising a hand in the air, waving toward the smaller male excitedly. There was a lot more to say, like how Nitori looked TALLER or that he was happy to see him; but his mind was running to fast to really begin to say ANYTHING so there was just an odd stare down for what seemed like a long moment. Eventually, he had to glance away, maroon eyes looking through the window of the fast food restaurant. Within, he noticed how there was VERY few people inside and the workers were talking among themselves, leaning against the counter & dancing to the music that was LIKELY playing loudly through the speakers. Attention eventually fell back on the other in front of him, clearing his throat and smiling, WONDERING how long it has actually been since they saw one another. The URGE to hug him was in favor, but Matsuoka kept his ground as BEST as he could.
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