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College finals were… stressful, to say the least.
Studying for finals was straight hell. The intense studying coming with the season meant hours indoors, in the quiet of Sasaki's bedroom. It meant agonizing moments of filling his brain with information that, while useful, was so much that it might make the neurons set ablaze all at once.
But in the busy season, Sasaki was entitled to breaks.
With that being said, he was on his way to the station. His backpack, filled to the brim with notebooks and writing utensils, clattered loudly on his back. The few keychains he adored, gifts from his fudanshi of a boyfriend, clacked together loudly. On quiet nights the sound might be frustrating, but that's only after hours on end of studying. Right now, the soft clicking at the acrylic clacked against each other only served as a reminder of who gifted them.
With it, the smile the black-haired boy garnished while handing over the gift– a matching set of acrylic keychains– came to mind. Sasaki smiled lightly. He would see that smile soon.
His phone started buzzing in his pocket. Sasaki checked it, thinking it might have been his sister asking for what time he was returning. The caller ID was a much more pleasant surprise.
“Yes?” Sasaki answered the phone. The other end sounded a bit windy as the voice of his beloved came on.
“Shuumei-san,” The sweet, caramelized tone softly spoke against the ginger's ear, “Are you at the station yet?”
He was. Sasaki had just crossed the gates into the area of light foot traffic. He nodded to himself as he said, “Mhm. Just got here.”
There was a chuckle on the other end. Followed by that, “Look to your left.”
Sasaki turned. There were a few people milling about, none faces that he recognized. He was about to comment on it when he heard chuckling through the phone. It was a second too late that he even realized his mistake.
It was the finals getting to him.
“Your other left.”
Looking at the actual left, Sasaki was met with Miyano, who by now was standing on the other end of the platform with a goofy grin. A sudden flash of euphoria coursed through Sasaki's body as he rushed over, hanging up the phone as he stopped just in front of the shorter boy. Miyano maintained his smile, although it evened out to an endearing one.
“Hi, Shuumei-san.” Miyano didn't get much of a chance to say anything else when a hand was ruffling his hair.
“You are so not fair.”
He was agonizing. Sasaki was in deep, physical pain from how strongly he wanted to wrap his arms around that smaller frame and hold it close to himself.
Grabbing a hold of the hand on his head, Miyano laughed, “Let's go home. Come on.”