Letter from LA [Honey & Clover, Takemoto Yuuta x Hanamoto Hagumi, #2]
Title: Letter from LA
Author/Artist: if_wishes (aka aikomidori)
Pairing: Takemoto Yuuta x Hanamoto Hagumi
Fandom: Honey & Clover
Theme: #2 news; letter
Disclaimer: Honey and Clover does not belong to me.
It was a late evening, one of those days when he overworked himself too much. Mechanically walking home from the subway station, he thought that in fact, he had been quite a workaholic this whole week. It was because of the project, he told himself. It was because there were always too many things to be designed, or renovated, or supervised over. It was because the senpais in his department had a habit of pushing the work toward their younger (and fewer in number) coworkers. It was because they were, more often than not, given unreasonable deadlines.
It was not, he said firmly to himself, because Hagu-chan was in America for another two weeks and had called Hanamoto-sensei yesterday to talk about staying even longer for another art show. It was not because a certain someone was one of the four other graduate students who had gone with Hagu-chan for the overseas art show tour. It was not because he was worried that somehow, she would be a different person when she came back god-knew-when now, he thought to himself as he entered the run-down dorm house he had resided in since his freshman year at the University - why did he still live here? He could certainly afford better places - and hit his head on the low ceiling before he entered his room.
As he turned on the light, he saw a neat stack of assorted envelopes on the low table in the center of the room. Mayama-senpai had picked up his mail as usual, because he always seemed to forget to look in the box before he entered. Muffling a yawn, he shuffled through the small pile. There were two bills, a letter from Kazu-san - most likely roaring at him to come home and visit soon -, an ad, and…a letter from Los Angeles, California.
He wondered why his heart was pounding and why his fingers fumbled as he carefully ripped the cream-colored envelope with American stamps.
Dear Takemoto-kun, it read.
I hope you’re well over there in Japan. I talked to Ayu-chan not too long ago and she said all you do is work, work, work. I know working is important, but I hope you’re also getting enough sleep and eating properly.
A small smile graced his lips as he couldn’t help but think that she sounded more like his mother whenever she told him to take care of himself.
It took me a while to get used to the time difference. It’s been my first time being overseas and everything was new and strange at first. I was a little sick because of this, but the fever wasn’t too bad and I’m well now, so don’t worry.
He remembered Hanamoto-sensei talking to a girl who was traveling in Hagu-chan’s group and he remembered hearing that Hagu-chan still became feverish at night. Still, his former teacher wasn’t too worried. If she had survived until now without flying back home, he had said, he had trust in her to stay a little longer. He knew he should do the same, but couldn’t help but get worried anyway.
Even though we’re busy with our art shows most of the time, we have some free time to tour the city. I know they’re very far apart, but sometimes I can’t help but see traces of Tokyo in Los Angeles. Is that strange? I’ve taken lots of pictures. I’ll show them to you when I go back to Japan.
The people we’re staying with are very nice. They know Japanese so it’s not a problem to communicate with them. They’ve taught us some English. It’s fun to learn a new language, although I’m not too good at it.
It’s fun to be here, but I can’t wait until I can go back to Japan. Let’s all have a party when we come back, okay? I miss you.
Hagu
I miss you.
It was not a declaration of love and it certainly did not promise him anything, but somehow, he slept better that night than he had in a week.
Author/Artist: if_wishes (aka aikomidori)
Pairing: Takemoto Yuuta x Hanamoto Hagumi
Fandom: Honey & Clover
Theme: #2 news; letter
Disclaimer: Honey and Clover does not belong to me.
It was a late evening, one of those days when he overworked himself too much. Mechanically walking home from the subway station, he thought that in fact, he had been quite a workaholic this whole week. It was because of the project, he told himself. It was because there were always too many things to be designed, or renovated, or supervised over. It was because the senpais in his department had a habit of pushing the work toward their younger (and fewer in number) coworkers. It was because they were, more often than not, given unreasonable deadlines.
It was not, he said firmly to himself, because Hagu-chan was in America for another two weeks and had called Hanamoto-sensei yesterday to talk about staying even longer for another art show. It was not because a certain someone was one of the four other graduate students who had gone with Hagu-chan for the overseas art show tour. It was not because he was worried that somehow, she would be a different person when she came back god-knew-when now, he thought to himself as he entered the run-down dorm house he had resided in since his freshman year at the University - why did he still live here? He could certainly afford better places - and hit his head on the low ceiling before he entered his room.
As he turned on the light, he saw a neat stack of assorted envelopes on the low table in the center of the room. Mayama-senpai had picked up his mail as usual, because he always seemed to forget to look in the box before he entered. Muffling a yawn, he shuffled through the small pile. There were two bills, a letter from Kazu-san - most likely roaring at him to come home and visit soon -, an ad, and…a letter from Los Angeles, California.
He wondered why his heart was pounding and why his fingers fumbled as he carefully ripped the cream-colored envelope with American stamps.
Dear Takemoto-kun, it read.
I hope you’re well over there in Japan. I talked to Ayu-chan not too long ago and she said all you do is work, work, work. I know working is important, but I hope you’re also getting enough sleep and eating properly.
A small smile graced his lips as he couldn’t help but think that she sounded more like his mother whenever she told him to take care of himself.
It took me a while to get used to the time difference. It’s been my first time being overseas and everything was new and strange at first. I was a little sick because of this, but the fever wasn’t too bad and I’m well now, so don’t worry.
He remembered Hanamoto-sensei talking to a girl who was traveling in Hagu-chan’s group and he remembered hearing that Hagu-chan still became feverish at night. Still, his former teacher wasn’t too worried. If she had survived until now without flying back home, he had said, he had trust in her to stay a little longer. He knew he should do the same, but couldn’t help but get worried anyway.
Even though we’re busy with our art shows most of the time, we have some free time to tour the city. I know they’re very far apart, but sometimes I can’t help but see traces of Tokyo in Los Angeles. Is that strange? I’ve taken lots of pictures. I’ll show them to you when I go back to Japan.
The people we’re staying with are very nice. They know Japanese so it’s not a problem to communicate with them. They’ve taught us some English. It’s fun to learn a new language, although I’m not too good at it.
It’s fun to be here, but I can’t wait until I can go back to Japan. Let’s all have a party when we come back, okay? I miss you.
Hagu
I miss you.
It was not a declaration of love and it certainly did not promise him anything, but somehow, he slept better that night than he had in a week.