Okay, so what if Mamoru had a motive behind the everyday collision with Usagi?

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Waiting For You

The pavement was cold, Mamoru noted to himself as he sat on the sidewalk, wrapped in his thickest sweater, mittens covering his hands. It was cold and uncomfortable. Icy wind slashed through the would-be warm autumn air and ruffled his hair. It seeped through the fibers of the many layers he wore and chilled his skin. He gave an involuntary shiver and drew his arms closer around himself.

He was probably going to catch his death in the frigid wind. But it didn't matter to him. Glancing down at his watch, Mamoru grimaced. Ten minutes to go. Ten whole minutes! This is surely the worst agony ever.

He had been there all day. His class had been cancelled as his teacher had contracted the very disease they had been studying all semester. Mamoru took it as some sort of poetic justice for the unnecessary essay that had been piled on them last week. He would have grinned at the thought, but because there was no schoolwork to distract him, he had been sitting on the sidewalk, all day, waiting. It was torture.

The clock attached to his wrist ticked the time down ever. So. Slowly.

To take his mind off of the seven minutes he had left, Mamoru looked around the Tokyo street. The sun shone through the trees, their decaying leaves dyed gentle yellow. Fall colours swirled around him as the leaves danced with the wind, and although it caused another involuntarily shiver, Mamoru let out a sigh of content. A flock of birds flew over head, seeking a warmer destination, bugs crawled up the trees, seeking shelter, and the people on the sidewalks sidled into the many shops and restaurants that lined the street. He was the only one who was braving the bitter wind.

He knew he was crazy. But she was worth it. She was worth the wait.

Mamoru tried to scowl, but everything around him was just too pretty. The plant life that had already ended its life lay around him like fallen soldiers and he couldn't help but take a deep breath of the musky smell. It filled his nose and traveled all the way to the back of his brain, where it connected with something else. Something sweet and warm. But he couldn't quite place it.

A wide smile spread across his face as his mind suddenly united the smell with the feeling. Usagi. It had been a day like this, autumn colours falling everywhere, the trees in all of their final glory, that they had first met. Sure, she had thrown a paper at him and he had insulted her marks, but he had since seen the errors of his ways and discovered his undying love for the girl. He sighed.

The first time they had collided at this very corner, he had gotten a nose full of her wonderful smell. Like fresh rain and sakura blossoms. He had been addicted to her ever since

I'm hopeless…he thought to himself.

An electronic beep filled the air, and he leapt up from the ground. Plastering himself against the cement wall, he held his breath and waited for the glorious sound. A leaf fell, and a door opened across the street, but there was still no sign of her.

Tip…tap...tip…tap…tip…tap

Mamoru counted down ten seconds and then strode around the corner, right into the flailing arms of his angel.