Title: P.S. I Love You
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Pairing: Nakatsu x Mizuki
Spoilers: End of the manga
Summary: "Know this: I would marry you yesterday."
Word Count: 708
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine. Summary is from Music from Another Room.
A/N: Repost from my .Liars account. Apologies to anyone who had followed this from that end.
The letter that Nakatsu received about a week after his phone conversation with Mizuki was stamped with priority shipping, and was opened with confusion. What could be so important?
Dear Shuichi,
I gave Izumi a month. One month, to decide to marry me before the end of the year. And if I can't… I told him I was leaving. I didn't mention you Shuichi, I know you two are friends and I didn't want you guys to argue over me, so don't worry about that.
And I … I want to thank you. I never would have had the courage to do this if it weren't for you, and I might never have gotten married. I'd have just been engaged my entire life. So thank you, no matter how everything turns out, thank you.
I'll get in touch with you when Izumi makes his decision, all right?
With love,
Mizuki
Nakatsu sighed, shaking his head and smiling softly. He ruins her engagement and she thanks him. Not only that, she tells him not to worry about her ex-fiancé being mad at him. Mizuki really was something else. She had a heart of gold. Which was probably why she spent so long engaged to someone and throwing aside her happiness for his. She forwent her desire for marriage in order to make Sano happy. There was no one in the world that king, that sweet, that… pure-hearted. Which was part of the reason why he loved her.
Reaching into a draw and grabbing the necessary items from what was becoming his "letter writing stash", he leaned against the counter, tapping the pen aimlessly on the marble surface as he thought about what to write.
Dear Mizuki,
Well, I hope everything works out for you then. Hopefully old Sano will see what he's giving up and realize that high-jumping isn't worth it, even if he's great, if it comes at the cost of losing you.
And Mizuki… I don't really care if Sano is mad at me, it's not something that really bothers me. I told you before it's not right to make you wait so long to get married. That pretty much means I'm not too happy with him, I haven't actually talked to him in… a while. Maybe when this is all over and done with, whether you marry him or not, I'll talk to him and sort everything out. But until then… I'm going to have to side with you.
And you're welcome, but, you know you don't have to thank me, right? I wanted you to do something about the engagement because I care about you. You don't have to thank me for that, it's just something I wanted to do.
I'll be waiting to hear how everything goes.
And, as always, love you.
Shuichi
After he sent the letter, he stared at his ceiling, arms folding behind his head, feet crossed at the ankles, wondering how the hell his life had led him here. He thought that, once Sano had proposed to Mizuki, the pair of them could have been married faster than you could blink. And he could have been happy for her, happy for them. and now look at where they all were.
A week went by, then another. Then, as Nakatsu stared woefully at his broom and contemplated on how much he did not want to sweep, his doorbell rang. A grin split his face as he found an excuse not to do his household chores and he bounded over, wondering which teammate had come over and what excuse they had to drink.
"Hey!" He cried, reaching out to fling open the door. "What's… up…" He trailed off, eyes flying wide in shock and his jaw dropping open. Because standing in his doorway, wearing mismatched clothes, hair everyone, with two suitcases and a book bag, and tears streaming down blotchy, red cheeks…
… was Mizuki.
