Fate and Choices (ch.09)
Summary: When Naruto discovered who was going to be his soulmate, he jumped straight at this opportunity, looking forward to spending the rest of his life with his better half. Sasuke well…he was less eager in this regard though. NaruSasu. Soulmates tattoos. Explicit.
Chapter 08
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Sasuke sighed, staring at the phone. He was unable to come up with anything to write to his father. Pretty sure he hadn’t seen Fugaku for over a month or so and admittedly, he was starting to get worried. He did ask if his father read the financial reports with monosyllabic answers so well, at least he’s alive, but Sasuke had no idea how his father was faring. And it still feels kind of awkward visiting his parent with no goal in mind.
The sound of message chimed, it was Naruto.
Heyyyyyyy, I was thinking about going to my aunt’s place this weekend, wanna go with me?
What an odd request; he wondered, still replying with a positive confirmation. Rolling his eyes, he kept scrolling down the tons of cute stickers Naruto replied in response, as he got ready for another meeting.
He honestly have forgotten how much time have passed since Naruto reappeared in his life. It felt like more than a lifetime though it was probably just a few months. This dumbass was always such a whirlwind.
His employees definitely noticed the difference though. Suigetsu once pointed out how he was more lenient, more patient, less high-strung. One day, a man from the sales department made a mistake that could easily get him fired though Sasuke just reprimanded him instead. This added more lore to the ongoing myth between his workers that his soulmate had miraculous powers mixed with some brain manipulation.
As if. Naruto couldn’t even convince him to have Ramen for dinner, that dumbass.
On the next day, he arrived at appointed train station, Naruto was already waiting for him, eyes brightening when he spotted Sasuke.
“Alright, before we go to my auntie’s, I gotta make a quick stop at a store, gotta buy some gardening scissors.”
“Pretty sure we can buy it in a hyaku-en shop right.”
Naruto looked indignant. “Excuse me, there’s no way I’ll let Felicia be cut up and down like an amateur butcher.”
Felicia…? “Oh, you still name the plants you have.”
“They are my babies!” Blue eyes glittered, hand placed on chest. “I need a proper scissor to trim them. A good scissor can cut unnecessary branches or leaves without damaging the whole thing, and is less stressful to the plant too.”
“Sure, whatever. Don’t take too long.” Sasuke rolled his eyes.
“Five minutes tops!”
The store was located close to Tsunade’s mansion thankfully, specialized with gardening tools. The blond man smoothly walked past the entrance, already going with practiced steps towards the chosen department. He took his sweet time analyzing each scissor much to Sasuke’s annoyance, staring each scissors in hands, observing the blade and comparing prices.
“You know, the internet is out there for a reason. You could have read some reviews instead of wasting time.”
Naruto made an annoyed face. “I do have some blogs I trust but I still prefer looking one by one before settling on my chosen one.”
“Again, this is just some simple scissors…”
“Okay okay, geez! It’s this one.” Naruto brandished the sharp tool, Sasuke took few steps back. “Impatient as ever man.”
Once they arrived Tsunade's mansion, Sasuke wasn't very familiar with the place so he chose to follow Naruto around. Nevertheless, he was fairly impressed when he saw quite a sizeable garden at the backyard.
“That's incredible, this place is huge. But surely, you're not expecting me to help you out right?”
Naruto snorted. “No way, you're going to ruin my garden. Just follow me ok.”
Sasuke followed, wrinkling his nose and stepping carefully through the way. “Unless you strip your t-shirt and wear some tight shorts for some eye candy, I can hardly see this as a romantic date.”
“Yeah. I bet you wanna see how I plow some dirt huh.” Naruto glanced backwards, wagging his eyebrows. “Actually, you’re here for something I’m sure you’ll love.”
Sasuke grunted, skeptical. He had to swallow his own tongue when he saw the reddest, plumpest tomatoes laid before his mortal eyes. “I hope you brought 3 bags for this.”
“You greedy bastard, only one bag will do. Some tomatoes aren't ripe yet.”
Sasuke tsked, obeyed his boyfriend nevertheless. “Your garden looks well-maintained, how are you able to find time to take care of it every day? I suspect that it's a daily necessity right.”
“Nah, I kind of created an ecosystem that manages to be self-sufficient. For example, I leave some weeds to block a plant from growing too much, or some plants prefer one kind of mineral and release another kind of mineral that another plant want. I have some sprinkles here and there, and there's a gardener that takes care of it twice a week or something. I come here every weekend if possible.”
“You created all this by yourself??” Sasuke exclaimed.
“Granny hired an agricultural engineer. At first I was just planting some vegetables here and there but then she got involved because she wanted, as I quote, some nice organic food.” Naruto explained, then stopped to crouch and cut some melons. "There you go, I wanted to give you three melons but one is not ripe enough. Ah, I think there's also some ponkans and hm…apples are probably good enough and oh. Lemons, definitely lemons.”
“I can't eat that many fruits dumbass.”
Naruto bit his lip, studying him. “Yeah, that's the thing…wait here for a sec, ok.” He went inside the greenhouse and returned holding what is probably one of the prettiest orchids he had ever seen in awhile. “Here, for your mom. The melon, some ponkans and apples for her too.”
When he received a languish raised dark eyebrow in return, Naruto scratched his head.
“Lately…I feel like you’re bothered about something and I haven’t heard you talking about your parents. You always had some trouble talking with them right? So I’m just giving you the excuse for you to visit them, if they ask you can just blame me.”
Sasuke shuffled his feet, embarrassed and uncomfortable. Even after many years, Naruto could read him like a book. However, out of the tendrils of shame clutching his heart, blossomed an unexpected feeling of relief, glad that Naruto could navigate through his weak points and provide him a solution.
He nodded wordlessly, raising his arms to pick up the flower. He tugged, but his blond dumbass didn't release the vase. Naruto stared with a weak smile. Sasuke stared back. “Naruto.”
His boyfriend sighed, and hugged the orchid. “I'm so sorry Giuliana, you're going to live in another place! I promise she'll take good care of you. Here, before I change my mind.”
He offered back, eyes squinted shut. Sasuke grabbed the flower with a roll of eyes.
“Oh yeah, I bought a bonsai for your dad too. I'm not good at taking care of bonsais, so I asked around and managed to buy from a very nice old man who cultivates his own bonsais just as a hobby!”
“For my father too…?” Now that's something he's reasonably reluctant to do so.
“Yes, for your father too! I'll help you out by picking up half of these, gimme back my Giuliana.” Naruto declared, picking up some of the fruits too. “We better call a cab too, just to be sure. Hey, you could visit your dad since it's on the way! I'll leave your mother's share in your apartment.”
Sasuke grimaced, glancing to the ground. “Visiting him abruptly might be…inconvenient for him. Maybe we should schedule a better day.”
“Sched⏤c'mon Sasuke, he's your dad! Just give him a heads up once you're close to his house.” Naruto rolled his eyes. Uchihas, always such a stubborn bunch.
⏤.⏤
His father's house was located in a quiet, suburban neighborhood, away from the bustling streets of Tokyo but close enough to have an easy access of everything. Sasuke pondered to himself that he probably never visited his father aside the obligatory weekly visits back when they were young.
So naturally Fugaku questioned his motives and despite receiving none, he just asked for his son to wait a little while he cleaned up his house. Shoulders tensed when he stood in front of the elegant door, two sharp knocks signalized he arrived. He was greeted with a grunt and a raised eyebrow coming from his father.
Sasuke raised slightly the bonsai weighing heavily on his hands. “Naruto wanted to give you this. Also some fruits he personally grew.”
Fugaku furrowed his eyebrows till realization dawned. “Ah, your soulmate right. Naruto-kun always had such a green thumb. Please express my gratitude to him.”
He picked up the heavy bag of fruits, turning around and striding to his kitchen as his son followed suit. The younger man placed the bonsai at the center table wordless, not knowing how to strike a mundane conversation with Fugaku.
“I think I’m going to cut the melon now, it looks quite tasty. Would you like to eat some too?”
Black eyes blinked in confusion, before settling with a nod. He just sat in the middle of the living room, body upright and stiff contrasting the calm sounds of chopping. His father offered the melon neatly cut in small cubes with a cup of water.
“It's been a while since I heard about Naruto-kun.” Fugaku muttered in between bites. “I thought you lost contact with him.”
“Yes…um. He's working with Neji and I met him in one of the work meetings.”
“Ah, I see.”
Sasuke nodded, munching quietly. On the corner of his eyes he glanced at his father's contemplative expression, the tiniest wrinkle on the corner of his lips moving until whatever internal debate was over, as he placed the fork down.
“There are some issues that I need to address that are way overdue.” Fugaku declared, noticing how his son tensed in return. “Last time we met Sasuke, I acted horribly. I'm sorry.”
Sasuke almost choked his own saliva out of sheer shock, not believing his own ears. His prideful father actually apologized to him.
Fugaku continued. “My wrongdoings admittedly goes beyond that day too. For what I've done to you and Itachi…” He let out a heavy sigh. “Your grandfather for everything good he had done he was a flawed human. And I vowed to myself that I wouldn't repeat his mistakes but I also failed to do so. For that, I'm thankful that your mother divorced me to snap me out of this vicious cycle, before it was irreversible.”
His father slowly moved closer to him, Sasuke stared with bated breath, incredulous, Fugaku's movements unmistakingly curving his body to an apologetic bow.
“And yet, that day, I almost slipped into that nasty habit once again. Making you remember all your traumas. Failing to do my job as your father. Sasuke, I'm really sorry.”
Sasuke couldn't formulate a word in return, opting for a short nod instead.
“I'm determined to change for the better, permanently. After that day, I started doing therapy and one of the first things my therapist recommended is admitting my wrongdoings and apologizing to you.”
That broke Sasuke out of his stupor. “Therapy?” Huh. Therapy is probably unheard of considering they come from a culture that stifles emotions most of the time, and for his father admitting he needed help…
“Yes, your mother gave me a second chance of a lifetime and I don't want to waste it. No matter what. I figured to succeed in it I had to make real, permanent changes.”
Confusion was added in that rollercoaster of emotions Sasuke was reeling right now. “What do you mean by that?”
Fugaku glanced back equally befuddled. “Oh, she didn't tell you? Your mother and I are trying to have a relationship again.”
“WHAT?!” Sasuke stood up at once.
“I thought you knew, your brother surely knows about it.”
The youngest Uchiha tried to ignore the sharp jabs in his heart knowing that he was being left out, like always, and pressed on. “No, mom never mentioned it before, when did that happen?”
“Just a few days ago. Your brother gave me quite an array of colorful threats once your mother delivered the news, so I thought…”
“No, she didn't say anything so far. Well…” Sasuke inhaled sharply and walked towards the door. “I need to clear up some things, I should get going.”
Fugaku grunted in compliance. However, before he opened the door he asked. “Well?”
Sasuke stared back blankly.
“Do I have your support?” Something shone in son’s eyes that promptly made Fugaku change his gears. “I guess it’s too soon, we’ll talk later.”
Sasuke breathed out a sigh of relief. “You know…I’m surprised that she gave you a chance after so many years.”
Fugaku however, uttered words that filled him with doubt.
“I'm her soulmate Sasuke, who else is she going to choose?”
⏤.⏤
“Sasuke. Come in.” Mikoto sighed, immediately turning around.
The younger brunet tensed, not used to her clipped tone. He cleared his throat, picking up the heavy vase. “Naruto asked me to give you this orchid. And also some fruits from his garden.”
The hardened glare melted to pleasant surprise, as she picked the vase. “My. It’s a beautiful orchid. Naruto-kun himself took care of it?”
“Yes, and he named her Giuliana but I’m sure you don’t need to go that far.”
Mikoto giggled, motioning to walk inside her house. “He’s always such a thoughtful young man. See? Aren’t you glad you came back to your soulmate?”
Sasuke paused, mulling his next steps. “Sure, let’s talk about our soulmates and our decisions around them, whether it was a positive or a negative one. I can say one thing for sure is that Naruto was never abusive to me.”
Mikoto huffed, slamming the melon on the table. “We’re not talking about this. I’m not going to be judged and criticized by my own sons.”
“But mom, we are worried. Our father might change for the better but we don’t know for sure. And it’s one thing seeing him from time to time but another is the possibility that you might live with him again and we aren’t there to protect you.” Sasuke pressed on.
“I’m fine, I’m not some hopeless defenseless damsel in distress. And your father gave me all the freedom for me to decide whatever I want in our relationship okay.”
“But⏤”
“I’m not discussing this with you, I’m already tired hearing your older brother’s complaints, I’m not doing this again.”
THWACK! Was the sharp sound of a melon cut in half lingering heavily between them. Sasuke noticed the knitted eyebrows from his mother, as well as an occasional harrumph here and there. Twiddling his thumbs, he felt it’d be a nicer option to veer to a lighter conversation.
“I suspect nii-san was very happy hearing you’re dating dad.”
Mikoto scoffed, shaking her head. "Oh yes, I told him on the phone. He took the news so well that you could hear his screams of joy across the continent."
"I can imagine." Sasuke chuckled. “I can already see a black cloud roaming in our office tomorrow.”
“I guess.” She paused, her eyes glancing to the ground. Cleaning her hands on the dishcloth. “Sasuke, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you both slowly so you both could digest the news better, but after seeing Itachi’s reaction, I was afraid that I’d have the same rejection coming from you.”
Sasuke gulped, the knot on his throat slowly melting away. “I understand. I’m not exactly against you dating dad again, I can see he’s trying very hard but…” He shrugged his shoulders. “You know, we get worried.”
“I know, and I’m happy that you guys care so much about me ok.” Mikoto placed the fruits neatly in a bowl, offering to her son. “But I wanted to try again.”
Sasuke grunted, mindlessly drumming the table with his fingers. He questioned outloud in mild hesitance. “But…why? After so many years?”
“Oh Sasuke…” She sighed. “You know how many men I have dated since I divorced your father? A lot. Many. A very impressive number of suitors.”
“You don’t have to rub it in.” He replied grouchily.
Mikoto munched a piece of melon in mild nonchalance. “I’m serious, I was surprised myself that I had so many men interested in an old divorced lady like me. And I didn’t even date only men around my age. I managed to snag some younger ones.”
“Okay, too much detail.”
“Seriously Sasuke, there was even a young man around your age and I decided to go out with him only once, just for curiosity’s sake.” She cupped her hand close to her mouth and whispered in a comically conspiratory tone. “And it was a very weird feeling.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” The young man grunted, shaking his head trying to dispel the horrible images forming in his head.
Mikoto smiled mischievously, seeing her son frowning and shivering a little in disgust. “Anyways. You remember Yamaguchi-san right? I think we dated two years ago or something.”
“Right…you dated him for almost 8 months right. Me and Itachi thought that you two were doing great together.”
“Yes…you know why I dated him the longest time in comparison to all the other men?” Mikoto waited for his son to blink confused and answered. “Because he was the closest in personality to your father.”
They both sagged their shoulders once the truth weighed in, only the sound of cicadas chiming in the living room. Mikoto used her fork to pick another piece of melon with slightly trembled fingers, one shoulder shrugging awkwardly.
“And I definitely wasn’t trying to find anyone that had to be similar to your father it just…happened. You know? And once I realized that, I had to break up with Yamaguchi-san, our relationship wasn’t making sense. So after that I thought that it’d be ok if I spent the rest of my life single, just taking care of my boys and my family, going to work and all but⏤” She sighed again.
“...but?”
“Do you remember when you asked for me to find old documents about the Uchiha history and all…I also found old photos back when Fugaku and I were dating. I was so happy.” She cast her eyes towards a distant past, voice watery. “When did everything start going all wrong? I just kept wondering about that. So I met your father just for nostalgia’s sake and…well, evolved that we’re going to try again.”
“Mom…that’s dangerous. No matter how good the memories were back when you two were dating, nothing can compare how much dad used to belittle you, used to control you. He hit you once.”
“I know. And he apologized over and over, and even signed the divorced papers without much fight. I know⏤” She raised her hand before her son could further protest. “Doesn’t erase all the abuse he had done to me. But I believe in second chances. And I’ve changed too, I’m not going to bow down to any men from now on. Also the power of decision is all in my hands. Even small things like the places we’re going on dates I’m the one who’s choosing. He’s even going with me to art museums and you know how much your father finds these kinds of things boring.”
“Well…maybe he’s doing this in the first months but…”
“Yes, I’m aware of this possibility Sasuke, I’m not that innocent.” Mikoto glared.
It was Sasuke’s turn to fall silent in contemplation, once again tapping his fingers on the table. After few minutes, he reached his verdict. “Then, I trust your decision mom. We’re here anyway, you know that. Just say one word and we’ll be there. I also want to be optimistic about our father, I really hope for the best.”
He could see his mother visibly relaxing, a small smile brightening her face. “I’m so glad Sasuke, so relieved. You were always the more reasonable one, always being the middle man. I know that our family is far from being a normal, healthy one.”
“You did your best mom. Whenever Itachi and dad would fight, you were there, trying to calm them down. I was the one on the sidelines, I couldn’t do anything.” Actually, he also recalled back then, Naruto was able to whisk him away before it became too much. Wait… “On the nastier fights, did you call Uzumaki-san to bring Naruto to distract me?”
“Well…we wanted to shield you. You were only a child, in the middle of all that chaos.”
“I appreciate it, but…that also meant that I was always left out from whatever conversations and discussions you all had. Like the divorce, it was sudden to me.”
“You were just a child Sasuke.” Mikoto insisted.
“Mom, in the end, I felt like you guys were hiding things from me, because I wasn’t worthy to learn the truth. Do you have any idea how much this used to upset me? I…” Sasuke reeled himself in, blocking resentful words bubbling on his mouth.
“We did our best. And look at you know, you can see both your father and your brother’s side and help them out. In a way, you’re always going to be the bridge that binds us together Sasuke. Itachi, he…” Mikoto sighed. “He was very responsible, becoming the head of our family in the direst moment, when I divorced your father. I didn’t want to force him to carry such a heavy burden on his shoulders, thankfully you were there, you know? And if it wasn’t for you, your father probably wouldn’t try to change for the better.”
And yet, despite his mother’s mollifying speech, all that came out of that mess was a good amount of trauma and emotional scars. His parents’ consequences that he had to reap everyday.
However, today wasn’t the moment to rub in their faces everything they had done wrong to him and Itachi, not for now. Thinning his lips, he changed back the subject. “So…back to dating dad huh.”
“Yes.”
“What’s so interesting about him? Honestly.” Sasuke asked, curious despite himself.
Mikoto broadened a bittersweet smile. “It’s just mysterious. There’s something about your father that just clicks with me. All my previous dates there was something amiss, some opinion that I didn’t agree, some habit that I didn’t like, I couldn’t feel much attraction…that doesn’t happen with your father. He just completes me.”
Sudden flashbacks ran through his mind, fleeting encounters with strangers that never held a candle with how he felt towards Naruto. Sasuke muttered in a dark tone. “But is this all coming from you, or the soulmate system manipulating you?”
Mikoto glowered, her sharp tone coming back. “Oh Sasuke, does that matter? Fugaku makes me happy. I’m happy, probably happier after so many years. If this will continue after months or even years, I wouldn’t know. Whatever is holding in the future I don’t care, I’m not going to let my fears stop me from enjoying life.”
⏤.⏤
Sasuke sighed, noticing his staff scampering around and Itachi’s office door open. The last family member he had to deal. He hoped to all dear gods that it’d be quick.
Weakly knocking on the door, he mumbled. “Hey…you’re back.”
Itachi nodded, furiously typing whatever on the computer while glaring at the monitor.
“So, mom and dad dating huh. Mom told me how you protested about it.”
His older brother rolled his eyes, reciting in an almost mechanic tone. “Yes. You know, she’s a grown woman, an adult capable of making her own decisions and it’s not my place to dictate her and whatever, blablabla bla and blab.”
“How eloquent.”
“Hn.”
Sasuke scanned around the room, trying to find any unfamiliar face. “So am I going to meet your boyfriend, possibly my future brother-in-law? Since you both were attached to the hip in the latest months, I’m expecting to see him around.”
That question caught him off-guard, as he admitted a little ashamed. “No, Shisui-san didn’t come with me. We had a huge fight before I traveled back here.”
Two dark eyebrows shot to the hairline. “Really?”
“Hm.”
Itachi rummaged through his desk and placed a bottle of sake and two cups. He made an expression that made it very difficult for Sasuke to disobey his older brother, as he sat in front of him, sipping while Itachi downed the cup in one gulp.
“He was expecting that I would stay with him, work remotely. Of course, he wanted to meet you all and was planning to travel frequently to see you, but wanted me to stay in the Netherlands.”
“That was…very presumptuous of his part.”
“Yes! Exactly right!” Itachi exclaimed, glad his younger brother was on his side. “I don’t know where the hell he got the idea that I’d move my whole life to live far away, uproot everything I have here. He seriously underestimated himself, no matter how nice he is, or how much I’m enjoying having a relationship with him, my priorities will always be my family. Well, that’s something he doesn’t understand, probably cultural differences maybe? I don’t know. I don’t care.” He mumbled, drinking more sake.
“Ah, so you can see how the soulmate system is not perfect.”
Itachi chortled. “Outoto-kun, I’m not falling for your stubborn attempts to change my mind, it was just a big fight. The first one actually, the score is still very positive. I didn’t break up with him.”
“But aren’t you scared though, it’s like some invisible threads pulling you down. Fate dictating your actions.” Sasuke wondered. “Mom restarted having a relationship with father, even after many years apart. And you’re the one who is going against it the most.”
“Alright, maybe partially it’s fate Sasuke.” The older Uchiha conceded, closing his eyes. “I doubt it’s only fate controlling us though. My origins, my experiences…everything lead me to enjoy meeting Shisui-san, by my own volition. Just like you and Naruto-kun right? You were inseparable since you were kids and he understands you better than anyone else.”
“But is this good though. No matter how screwed up am I, Naruto is forced to accept me for who I am because of this system. Sometimes I catch myself doing the same bad habits that father used to do it on mom. I mean…the first time I spent the night in Naruto's apartment, I was vomiting in his bathroom. He asked if I was ok but I just snapped back. I apologized for that, of course, but the fact that I did the same thing that father did whenever he was in a bad mood…”
“Pretty sure you came out the healthiest of the family which isn’t saying much but it’s something. So don’t put yourself down like this, okay. I understand Sasuke, this fear about how far genes and the environment we grew up would shape us up as dysfunctional adults. It’s something I questioned whenever I saw how…emotionally healthy Shisui-san is.“
Sasuke hummed in agreement. “Did you ever wonder?”
“What?”
“If people like us are fitting to be in a relationship.”
Sasuke saw his older brother sigh loudly, knowing that he hit a subject that Itachi must have wondered himself sometimes at night. “I don’t know otouto-kun. And yet here we are. In relationships.”
“But⏤”
“I don’t think we’ll have this answer so easily. I can only tell you that I’m enjoying so far. Shisui-san helps me be a better man, makes me want to evolve and grow. And I’m sure you’re having a similar situation with Naruto-kun right?”
A comfortable silence fell between the brothers, each musing their own predicament. A light bulb flashed on Sasuke’s mind and he couldn’t contain a snort. Itachi looked confused.
“You know something I just realized? Can you imagine our father’s face when we start to call him ‘mom’s boyfriend?”
“That’s evil.” Itachi widened a grin, large and mischievous. “I’m so in.”
Both chuckled. “Yeah.”
⏤.⏤
It’s been a very long day, and Naruto couldn’t stop a very large jaw-popping yawn coming out of his mouth. Sighing happily as he saw his building from afar, all that was left to end the day is some nice hot shower, ramen, some video game and straight to bed.
His happy thoughts were shattered when a wave of emotions flooded in. It started in small waves, feelings being added and growing exponentially. Sadness, anxiety, fear…they overwhelmed him to the point that he had to sit nearby, breathing heavily. He raised his hands to rub his face to calm himself down, only to notice his tattoo glowing, clearing up his befuddlement. So these are Sasuke’s feelings…
If this happened years ago, Naruto would welcome this new bout of information, this new ability to allow him getting closer to Sasuke. However, this time…it felt too invasive. Why was he sensing something that should be private, should be mulled over and resolved by himself? And even if his soulmate decided to share afterwards, should be in his time and his own volition, not pried open this easily.
Taking deep breaths, he waited till the glow coming from his tattoo would subside, tampering down the urge to send Sasuke a message asking about it. Naruto focused back on the streets leading to his apartment, buying a can of beer on the way to wash away the remnants still lingering in his heart.
There was a growing number of onlookers gathering around, as he was approaching his building. The young blond noticed alarmed a huge number of reporters, though he wasn’t fast enough to turn around and flee, as they surrounded him with a question:
“Uzumaki-san! Uzumaki-san! What is your opinion regarding your aunt and her new boyfriend?”
⏤.⏤
AN: It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem, it’s me. So, you might be wondering why *checks dates* I decided to update this fic after 5 years. The truth is, I kind of moved on from fandom activity, adopted two cats, made them my babies, and other life thingies. Until weeks ago, when I, honest to God, had a dream that morphed to a fanfic idea and now I’m like “well damn, now I gotta finish the old fics before starting this one.”
I swear I’ll try to have an ounce of discipline and maybe this fic will end in more 2 to 3 chapters maybe.
I have no idea if the SNS fandom is thriving or is a dead fandom and yet here we areeeeeeeeeeee.
