Tulip 2/2 ft. Isagi. Y
You slumped back onto your bed, photo frame still in hand.
You had always expected it to end like this anyways. Your selfishness always took precedence over other people’s feelings, especially those who cared most about you.
You found yourself unable to cry.
Regret reverberated throughout your entire body, and what ate away at you most was that you knew Yoichi would be blaming your mistakes on him.
All you wanted was to apologise. You used to take it as a privilege, never imagining he would stray so far from your grasp.
Maybe a nap would wash it all away.
Until you woke up, that was.
You wake abruptly to the sudden sound of knocking.
Checking your phone, you find that 2 hours have passed.
“Coming!” You call out, looking in the mirror to tidy yourself up before opening the door. You notice that your cheeks were streaked with dried tears.
He crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss even the mere idea of him being there. After all you’ve done, do you really think he’ll give you even a thought?
He wouldn’t come to see you first thing after being inside a training facility for months. He’d definitely visit people who actually care for him.
Your heart beats heavily within the confines of your body.
You reach for the doorknob, twist it, and open it.
Surely the person knocking on your door in the middle of the day right after you woke up from the specific time slot that you allocated for sleep every afternoon, wouldn’t be him.
Though, he was always particular about not hindering you or interrupting your free time, always making sure he had an idea of the times that you’re busy, or how you were feeling before approaching you.
Surely, it wasn’t:
“Yoichi..?”
No, no this isn’t him. He looks completely different from what you remember. He looks.. taller? He’s standing with confidence and his entire demeanor is different..
Though..
“Hey, y/n..”
But his smile is exactly as you remember.
The way the corners of his lips curve upwards, and as lets out a joyful, yet awkward laugh stringing along with his words. The way he gets too nervous to maintain direct eye-contact, and glances towards the wall or the floor after greeting you.
The way he looks back up at you timidly, seeking validation.
It was all the same.
“Listen uh, I’m really sorry for.. everything” He spoke with a soft, sympathetic tone.
You were not about to let this opportunity go, you refused to lose him again. Cupping his face in your hands and looking him straight in his eyes, you said “Don’t apologise. I don’t want you blaming yourself for my mistakes anymore”.
He reaches for your forearms with both hands and gently holds them as your hands remain on his face. You feel the heat of his cheeks in the palm of your hands as he looks downwards in embarrassment.
Inching closer, he rests his forehead on your head and exhales softly.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you. I want to live up to what you expect of me, y/n.” He coyly responded.
“Yoichi, that’s not something you need to worry about. We’re not kids anymore, that stuff doesn’t matter” You paused and took a slow deep breath. You can finally get it off your chest.
“Yet, I’m sorry for ignoring you before you left, I don’t even want to imagine the way I made you felt. I.. I was so selfish..” You shuffled your feet, embarrassed. Your face began to heat up, and before you knew it, a tear dropped down your right cheek.
You lifted a hand to wipe it, but Yoichi had beaten you to it.
“That’s not true. I was in the wrong from the moment I hesitated to tell you about everything”. He wiped your tear with his thumb before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
He smiled; “This entire time, I was preparing what to say to you, and yet, you still managed to stump me”. Yoichi clasped his arms around you tightly yet gently and held you close. The grasp of his body felt different to before, and his newfound confidence brought you closure. He held you in his arms as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Your heart resounded within your chest with every beat becoming louder and bearing more pressure.
Your arms remained by your side.
Giving in was not something you were prepared to do. Not in your current mindset.
The way he had changed so much, yet so little.. It made you think;
Maybe it is okay to change. To leave my bad habits behind and stop finding new ways to run away from my problems. To take a page out of Yoichi’s book, and finally leave my wrongs in the past.
You eventually gave in and wrapped your arms around his back, squeezing as tightly as you were able to. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in a loop of your congested mind, continuously likening every one of your lies with the truths of someone else.
“y/n..?” He suddenly spoke.
“Yeah?”
“Um.. you’re squeezing me a bit too tight” He chuckled.
“..Sorry”
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NOT QUITE DEAD YET IS SO CUTE ISN'T IT... Definitely agree it was a missed opportunity to not have her pursue her music though, it feels like that was set up better as a conclusion 😔 BUT HER MOM OH MY GOD... queen... such a solid movie overall, 8/10 makes me miss my dad too...
Speaking of Moms. And Dads. I've been ruminating on some older asks... I feel like it's not too far-fetched for Jo to recognize Ikumi in Masato's features? Because that particular style of flashback appears to represent the character's own memory rather than an "objective" viewpoint.
Hence Ichiban's memory of Akane is extremely indistinct and uses a generic NPC model; Ikumi has more screentime, but for the purposes of the story, she didn't really need to be any different. So if I were to read into that difference, Ichi is "filling in the blanks" with women he's seen before, while Jo isn't. Anecdotally I guess, I still remember what the people I was close to at that age looked like even if I've forgotten their names; so, if Jo remembers what Jiro and Arakawa looked like, I would guess he must remember what Ikumi looked like.
I guess it's kind of muddled because the story is being told to both the audience and to Ichi, by both RGGS and Jo, but that's how I'd look at it. On the flip side, if Ikumi's still out there somewhere in Japan... she has to have seen Aoki's face, right? And his date of birth is publicized as 1/1. I wonder if she's ever seen that and thought he'd be exactly the same age now... what became of her son?
Allegedly™️ the brain never forgets a face, never mind That just being a whole event enough to warrant remembering everyone involved from how significant it was. SO. In review... it definitely wouldn't hurt to say he could be reminded of Ikumi when he looks at Masato, even if it's subconsciously/he can't place exactly why. Certainly a concept I've ping-ponged in my dome for a while..
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