PoT: Sleep Series IV
The last but not least of the series. Hope you had fun!
PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi.
Going Home
“Moshi moshi, Sanada residence.”
“It’s me.”
“…I thought you were taking an exam right about now.”
“It’s not my turn yet. I’m going next though.”
“…how are you feeling?”
“There’re butterflies flying all over in my stomach. They’re not in formation.”
“Some nervousness is a good thing.”
“I don’t think it is right about now.”
“…you will do well.”
“How-”
“You will.”
“…I wish I was as sure as you sound.”
“I am as sure.”
“…ah, they just called me. I need to head in already.”
“Go then. And don’t slack off.”
“Hah, thanks. Bye.”
Click.
“…”
~*~
“You look tired.”
“Sanada-kun…?!”
He nodded, and not bothering about anyone else, walked forward and silently took her bag from her while grasping her other hand. “Do you want to go?”
“Mmm.” Waving goodbye to her other friends, she followed him out of the hall, still linked by the hand. “I didn’t expect you to come…”
“I know.” Outside, he hailed a taxi without any discussion and they both climbed into the backseat. After giving the address to the driver, he looked at her. “The least I can do is to accompany you back home.”
She smiled warmly at that. “Then I guess it was worth going through that organ exam to have you come fetch me.” When he raised an eyebrow at that, she laughed. “Thank you, Sanada-kun. This is… nice of you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There were no more words to be had, just the two teenagers in comfortable silence. He reflected that she'd worked for weeks for this exam, nervous about it in her own way even though she thought he never noticed. But her type of worrying was almost the same as his: not a lot of people knew just how anxious both of them were. It was only natural he'd pick out the undercurrent and work to somehow try and smooth it out.
Sanada turned only to find Hoshiko had slipped into sleep, a result of tiredness of the day’s events and from the warm sunlight that shone in through the taxi’s window.
Quietly, he shifted a little so she could be more comfortable as she rested on his shoulder. And whilst she slept, he laid his head against her head, wondering if the taxi driver would be willing to take the long way home.
End.
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PoT (c) Konomi Takeshi.
Going Home
“Moshi moshi, Sanada residence.”
“It’s me.”
“…I thought you were taking an exam right about now.”
“It’s not my turn yet. I’m going next though.”
“…how are you feeling?”
“There’re butterflies flying all over in my stomach. They’re not in formation.”
“Some nervousness is a good thing.”
“I don’t think it is right about now.”
“…you will do well.”
“How-”
“You will.”
“…I wish I was as sure as you sound.”
“I am as sure.”
“…ah, they just called me. I need to head in already.”
“Go then. And don’t slack off.”
“Hah, thanks. Bye.”
Click.
“…”
~*~
“You look tired.”
“Sanada-kun…?!”
He nodded, and not bothering about anyone else, walked forward and silently took her bag from her while grasping her other hand. “Do you want to go?”
“Mmm.” Waving goodbye to her other friends, she followed him out of the hall, still linked by the hand. “I didn’t expect you to come…”
“I know.” Outside, he hailed a taxi without any discussion and they both climbed into the backseat. After giving the address to the driver, he looked at her. “The least I can do is to accompany you back home.”
She smiled warmly at that. “Then I guess it was worth going through that organ exam to have you come fetch me.” When he raised an eyebrow at that, she laughed. “Thank you, Sanada-kun. This is… nice of you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There were no more words to be had, just the two teenagers in comfortable silence. He reflected that she'd worked for weeks for this exam, nervous about it in her own way even though she thought he never noticed. But her type of worrying was almost the same as his: not a lot of people knew just how anxious both of them were. It was only natural he'd pick out the undercurrent and work to somehow try and smooth it out.
Sanada turned only to find Hoshiko had slipped into sleep, a result of tiredness of the day’s events and from the warm sunlight that shone in through the taxi’s window.
Quietly, he shifted a little so she could be more comfortable as she rested on his shoulder. And whilst she slept, he laid his head against her head, wondering if the taxi driver would be willing to take the long way home.
End.
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