ibuberu | this is how jealously rises high (Tooru, Haruka)

Title: this is how jealously rises high
Author:

ibuberu
Characters/Pairings: Tooru/Haruka
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Romance, Drama
Word Count: 695
Spoilers: For Chapter 21 or episode 17/18 ish.
Summary: The rest of the floor had been taken by boxes packed with memories and mementos and pictures she did not know.

this is how jealousy rises high

"She seems like a nice girl,” she coughed, smoothing her skirt with cold dry palms. It was a surprise to discover that the Sanada household had thought to keep the general layout of Tooru’s room intact despite his constant absence. She folded her legs beneath herself and shifted closer to the edge of the quaint coffee table, the immediate area around it being the only place where there was space to sit. The rest of the floor had been taken by boxes packed with memories and mementos and pictures that she did not know.

Played no part in.

Her hand clenched a handful of skirt.

“Chi? Yeah, she’s a great person, and she’s grown up so much since I was last here.” Tooru strolled in with two cups of warm tea in his hands. After setting the mugs on the table, he crouched next to her, his shoulder brushing her arm as he eased two boxes aside. She glanced at him shyly, noticing the fullness in his grin and the light in his eyes as he mentioned the girl with the small eyes and the sharp, cautious face. Something pricked her throat, and she couldn’t bear to reply. The male raised an eyebrow and leaned towards her, beginning to lace one hand through her brown hair. Her eyes lowered sheepishly, and she wondered, absently, if he had locked the door.

“Something the matter?” Tooru asked: earnestly, kindly, lovingly and perfectly.

Everything she could ask for in a fiancé, a husband.

She tucked a bundle of hair behind her right ear.

“N-nothing,” she whispered, lied, and felt ashamed.

“Haruka… I know you well enough to know when it’s nothing, and when it’s something. Don’t be so stubborn.” Tooru applied pressure with the hand perched on her head, rubbing her in the most affectionate, heartbreaking way. She tried to find endearment and support in his touch, and she did – she did, relaxing into his hand and falling slowly into his chest. But the nagging thought still clung desperately to the edge of her mind. Did he perfect this technique by using it on that girl in the past?

Was he a different person around her? Was there a completely different side to him she had never glimpsed before? Her heart pounded and her eyelids fluttered dangerously. She was certainly not the perfect, flawless bride to him and his dashing looks and charismatic behaviour – she was a wallflower – had barely made an impression on his brother’s friends, she knew, and she found worry and fear in the fact that she knew nothing about his childhood. But they were going to get married, weren’t they? And she could – should – be honest with Tooru.

“I’m just scared; would you want to be with me if we had met earlier? If, like Yoshida, I was your childhood friend – oh, I love you, Tooru. I love you, I love you, bu– ”

He kissed her on the lips in a way that made her train of thought violently derail and subsequently crash right into the embrace of reality. The reality of today, tonight, now – her suddenly overwhelming future with a husband that would caress her with careful, protective hands that would never leave her was wedged tight into the gears of her mind– (because Tooru wasn’t an ordinary person, he was perfect).

He took her onto his lap, enveloping her with arms that suddenly seemed secure, tear-inducing, like a new home she couldn’t wait to build from heady love and uncertain experience and setbacks. She squeaked out a lament between a kiss, berating herself for her madness. She linked her hands around his neck and felt the palpitation of his heart through their vests. She sighed, leaning so that her forehead rested on the range between his neck and shoulder, she squinted her eyes at the walls of the room. Their wedding photo would fit nicely between the one picturing his old baseball team and framed one he took with a girl-child clad in loose singlet and shorts.

Closing her eyes, she began to dream.

"If I had met you earlier, later, or even this morning – I would've still fallen in love with you, Haruka."

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this is how jealously rises high (Tooru, Haruka)

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