Rin glanced impatiently at the TV screen, eyes trained on the status of the 11:45 am flight. The word “Landed” jumped out at him where it hadn’t been before, a happy highlighter green that screamed yes, all systems were a go, the race had begun, and he was going to win the contest to steal Haru’s heart.
Not that it was much of a competition. At least, not any more. He’d long since discarded his envy of Makoto and their other friends, enough that he was more than content to live all the way in Australia and not worry that they’d slip away. Besides, Makoto had confirmed his disinterest in Haru in a romantic way the night before Rin had left, taking him aside and smiling at him with the gentlest, definitely-not-murderous glint in his eyes, “So tell me, what are you planning to do?”
With that seal of approval had come swift action. Rin had taken the flight to Sydney, as planned. Though with it he’d made sure to stay in close contact—not just with Haru, but this time with all the other friends he’d left behind. Frequent LINE messages, Skype calls, and, for Haru, packages sent all the way from Australia, stuffed to the brim with protein bars, stuffed animals, and other small amusements. Haru had responded in kind with packages of his own. Though it wasn’t enough. Rin had never been a patient person, and he wanted this to go faster. So he’d gone out shopping for a luggage bag one day, telling them that no, he didn’t want to take it back, but he’d like to utilize their international delivery service and enclose a gift tag:
I'll trip and fall over the world first, but come join me later, and we'll slip together.
Pretty romantic, even if he said so himself. Haru had called him a few days later to announce his flight dates, and Rin had played it cool, hah, will you be able to get past security without me to speak English for you, and of course I’ll come and pick you up. Never mind that he’d been sweating with nervousness, heart fluttering with panic as Haru hung up. He’d be seeing Haru again.
He’d be seeing Haru any time now.
Rin got up from his seat, walking towards the baggage claim area. Suitcases were already starting to spill out of the chute; he quickly recognized the maroon one he’d picked out for Haru and picked it up. He shifted from side to side.
Should he have brought flowers? Should he have sent some other sign?
A mop of dark hair surfaced from the other side of the room, and Rin perked up. It was too late for that now—but not too late to show Haru his real feelings. He practically ran towards Haru, showing him his brightest smile.
FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G
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Rin glanced impatiently at the TV screen, eyes trained on the status of the 11:45 am flight. The word “Landed” jumped out at him where it hadn’t been before, a happy highlighter green that screamed yes, all systems were a go, the race had begun, and he was going to win the contest to steal Haru’s heart.
Not that it was much of a competition. At least, not any more. He’d long since discarded his envy of Makoto and their other friends, enough that he was more than content to live all the way in Australia and not worry that they’d slip away. Besides, Makoto had confirmed his disinterest in Haru in a romantic way the night before Rin had left, taking him aside and smiling at him with the gentlest, definitely-not-murderous glint in his eyes, “So tell me, what are you planning to do?”
With that seal of approval had come swift action. Rin had taken the flight to Sydney, as planned. Though with it he’d made sure to stay in close contact—not just with Haru, but this time with all the other friends he’d left behind. Frequent LINE messages, Skype calls, and, for Haru, packages sent all the way from Australia, stuffed to the brim with protein bars, stuffed animals, and other small amusements. Haru had responded in kind with packages of his own. Though it wasn’t enough. Rin had never been a patient person, and he wanted this to go faster. So he’d gone out shopping for a luggage bag one day, telling them that no, he didn’t want to take it back, but he’d like to utilize their international delivery service and enclose a gift tag:
I'll trip and fall over the world first, but come join me later, and we'll slip together.
Pretty romantic, even if he said so himself. Haru had called him a few days later to announce his flight dates, and Rin had played it cool, hah, will you be able to get past security without me to speak English for you, and of course I’ll come and pick you up. Never mind that he’d been sweating with nervousness, heart fluttering with panic as Haru hung up. He’d be seeing Haru again.
He’d be seeing Haru any time now.
Rin got up from his seat, walking towards the baggage claim area. Suitcases were already starting to spill out of the chute; he quickly recognized the maroon one he’d picked out for Haru and picked it up. He shifted from side to side.
Should he have brought flowers? Should he have sent some other sign?
A mop of dark hair surfaced from the other side of the room, and Rin perked up. It was too late for that now—but not too late to show Haru his real feelings. He practically ran towards Haru, showing him his brightest smile.
“Welcome.”