[ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart
The soft spring breeze brought along the ocassional pink petals that would dance around the faces of awestruck tourists stopping every few steps to take pictures of this or that, and stepped on by the uninterested locals who were busy to get to their time sensitive destinations.
Cherry blossom themed limited edition merchandise lined the clean glass of every storefront for blocks and blocks ahead. A fatherly priest walked just behind his two daughters who were eager to shop for the latest trending outfits, new themed hair accessories, and new lip oils. Neither Mimiko nor Nanako could wait another day or two - it's going to sell out right away! - and Suguru just couldn't say no. He carried their bags from store to store, and bought them lunch during their break from shopping.
That is where he saw him the first time. The first time in approximately four years actually.
Suguru turned his head on instinct to scan just down the street when he was waiting in line at a takoyaki stand. Who he saw made him blink and give a crooked grin. Striking blonde hair, sharp and structure jaw line; it was so easy to tell that that was his former colleague. He had put on more muscle, Suguru noticed, maybe grew taller, but that stern frown looked like it was years in the making. He looked like he was in a rush, but never pushing anyone out of his way. Looking down at his watch for the time, yet those dragging feet said they'd rather be anywhere else than where they were actually headed.
'You look like shit, Nanami.'
"Sir, your payment?"
His attention was on the old man who had such a warm smile that brightened up every wrinkle, and he pushed the colorful tray just a smidge closer so Suguru could pay for their lunch. Absolutely revolting. He wanted to throw up. Returning the smile, the priest fished out his money. "Of course," he hummed.
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So, Nanami Kento was now a diligent salaryman.
Good for him.
Suguru was there to witness Nanami leaving the school, and sorcery behind, and he was there to feel the same pain and anguish that led him to leave. They didn't say much to each other during that time, but there wasn't any need when the slump on their shoulders and the hollow stare in their eyes said enough. Suguru knew that Nanami wouldn't heed him out if he tried to pitch his vision at him, but what he wasn't too sure about is if he was in contact with a particular godly being. Not that that would be an issue, Suguru just didn't want to deal with a potential headache.
He didn't go back to that area for another month. Around the same time, Suguru could only guess that it would've been Nanami's lunch hour. He spied the working man frequenting a sandwich shop, only ever taking it to go, and then heading back to his office. 'My, such a work-o-holic.'
He could be playing a dangerous game by going to this seemingly favored sandwich shop where they rotate daily specials just minutes before Nanami typically arrives, he could be an asshole for sitting at a booth that was in the blind spot for the customers walking in with his tuna sandwich and salad, but one thing Suguru definitely was was giddy in excitement. Was Nanami going to be stunned in shock? Would he be angry with Suguru for defiling the joint he goes to so often by his presence? Would he pop a vessel by how tight he'd be clenching his jaw? Oh, Suguru couldn't wait for these questions to be answered.
The chime of the doorbell rang, and right on time, Nanami walked in.
"Yo, Nanami!" Suguru sang in such a spirited and familiar tone, as if this was something expected, planned, between the both of them. "I recommend getting the tuna sandwich. It's quite plump."
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