#made this in honor of the sanrio collab and i've never been normal anymore

[rosedmuse]

distance; for harusoie 650 days

He's putting the degree he earned in making my heart melt and the butterflies in my stomach flutter at the same time to good use, alright. All that we have together is everything I could ask for. He's been my number one for six hundred fifty days now, and I just know it'll stay that way for many, many more days in the future.

Late afternoon skies the color of bright oranges transition into an early evening expanse of stars twinkling around the cresent moon. Street lights across sidewalks are brought to life in a snap of one's fingers. Clocks all over Veludo Way strike six, sharp; and in a mere couple of moments after, just as he promised, I hear my phone ring.

It's hard, life sucks, I'm in pain. A damsel (not really) in distress is what I am, for living alone in a faraway place isn't a situation I was mentally and emotionally prepared to face.

But alas... I need to get my future on track. Haruto tells me endlessly of how I should make him my inspiration to strive and live out the kind of life I want. I'm not, in any way, opposed to the idea, of course. Although his repetitiveness does get a little funny sometimes, it's still one of his uncountable charms I absolutely adore him for.

"Soie," Haruto says through the line, face and tone both dead serious.

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't contain the little snort I've been holding back since we last spent our minimal free times together, physically; much to his dismay. 

"Finally calling me by the nickname you gave me?"

"NOW, YA BETTER BE GRATEFUL, YA HEAR!?"

It's been a while. Being able to laugh out loudly like this without the slightest worry about what tomorrow (and the day after) holds for each of us.

"I miss you," I tell him, frankly.

A pause; his expression softening when he replies, "I love you, more."

He's putting the degree he earned in making my heart melt and the butterflies in my stomach flutter at the same time to good use, alright. All that we have together is everything I could ask for. He's been my number one for six hundred fifty days now, and I just know it'll stay that way for many, many more days in the future.

"Hmph. Is that all you have to say?

"...My bad, sorry."

Grabbing the plushie nearest to where I am, I hug it close to my chest as I tuck myself into the sofa. Looks like I have to be ready for quite possibly a very long night. Coincidentally, though, I realize, the stuffed toy I now hold in my arms is actually the limited edition Sanrio plush Haruto gave to me ages ago.

"Ah," Haruto says, perhaps recognizing my new companion, "speaking of, shouldn't that be mine?"

Checking the plush, I tilt my head. "Kuromi?"

"Mhm," he hums, setting his phone on a stand while he reaches out to somewhere beyond his camera's view, "have ya forgotten I love purple?"

And how can I forget something as important as that? His favorite color's been purple since forever, giving honor and tribute to the one theater company who took him in when he used to have and be nothing. It may seem insignificant to some, but even the back-end staff and production folks in GOD-za appreciate the special sentiment of their assistant direct. I shake my head in response.

Haruto brings a stuffed toy of his own before the screen, covering most of his face save for his pair of round, lilac eyes I love so much. "And she should be yours."

Long story short, I have Kuromi, and he has Melody. He got me the bad purple girl, and I got him the pink good girl. I thought it was fitting, but he claims otherwise.

"...Why is that?" I challenge him.

"You like pink." He crosses his arms.

"And that's why I like you."

"SEONNE."

Of course, I can't let him get away with this. He started it, anyway. He deserves a taste of his own medicine, even just a few drops.

Lifting both of Kuromi's tiny hands up in surrender, I try to , "look, I'm sorry, alright?"

"Hmph." Haruto still refuses to face his camera. "Ya better thank me. I don't just give anyone the honor of my time."

"Aye, aye sir. If you say so."

And there he begins going on and on about how I must never take him for granted, and instead focus on all the good things he did. For me. For us.

This is indeed going to be a long night, getting back on track's a tough challenge, but as long as I get even the smallest chances to know that we're okayーthat he's okay, distance becomes something we should no longer worry about.