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Dreaming Of You

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The spark Togo felt for Ryoba the day she helped him beat up a local gang never disappeared. After over 30 years she still holds a special place in his heart, and perhaps someone feels the same way.

Togo leaned on his bedside windowsill whilst smoking a cigarette. He gazed up at the night sky, thinking of her. He felt stupid for not being able to let go of the decades old memory of the married woman. He had his chance yet he couldn’t even build up the courage to confess his love to her.

Ryoba Aishi was the most beautiful name he had ever heard. Ryoba Aishi – the girl who was crazy enough – to help him fight off a local gang back in the 80s. Back then, Togo admired Ryoba’s courage yet at the same time was alarmed by it. How could a girl from a seemingly normal family be so bold? Ryoba was one of a kind, a once-in-a-lifetime woman for sure.

Togo took a hit, wondering if Ryoba ever reminisces on her moments with him as he does to her. Togo disregarded that thought: Ryoba was happily married. He deeply inhaled as he let his thoughts wander to senior prom of 1989.

“You want to go to prom with me?” Asked Ryoba with a dumbstruck expression, there weren’t many things that caught her off guard.

“Togo.. I'm sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.” The raven-haired girl spoke with remorse there weren’t many things that made her feel bad. Ryoba killed people weekly and felt nothing, yet her heart sank when she rejected one boy she didn’t even love. What was going on?

Togos’ smile slightly faltered, his grip on the bouquet he was holding tightened. He gritted his teeth at the sharp pain he felt in his heart. The delinquent slowly started laughing in a mocking tone to cover up any hint that Ryoba’s rejection hurt him.

"You actually thought I was asking you out to that stupid dance, huh? The guys dared me to do that shit for a good chunk of cash. Don't get me wrong though Ryoba, you're cool.” Togo swiftly threw the flowers to the ground and turned his heel. He felt his body tremble as he took deep breaths, trying to ignore his heart.

Ryoba watched him walk away with a bittersweet feeling. Something wasn’t right. Ryoba had won Jokichi’s heart and was now dating him, so why did she care about Togo’s feelings? Why did she care about the falter in his smile? Why was she standing feeling as if she were put on trail for her emotions?

Ryoba loved Jokichi, and only Jokichi right?

Then something in Ryoba’s head clicked and she no longer cared for how Togo felt. All that mattered was her boyfriend. She had done the impossible for him, Togo didn’t matter, nobody did. All that mattered was Ryoba’s love for Jokichi.

She went to walk in the opposite direction something forced her to pause. She turned her head and stared at the bouquet. What was it now? Why was she stopping? It was just a basic bouquet. She slowly looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Hastily, she scooped the bouquet up and hurried home.

Now, thirty years later, Ryoba sat by her kitchen windowsill. Her husband and daughter were sound asleep, the two of them symbolizing the life Ryoba had made for herself. She held a cup of tea in her hand, taking a sip every so often as she stared out at the night sky. In her other hand, she held a photo book filled with memories of her youth.

She took a sip of her hot tea before looking back down at the page she had settled at. A bittersweet feeling settling in her as she felt herself slightly smile. Despite them being pressed, those flowers still looked as beautiful as they did that spring evening back in 1989.

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idek which one to work on 😭💀💀