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A/N: Well the last day and it's a free day soooo just a very short random fic I came up with to tie up loose ends. Once again, thank you to Sailor-Moon-Turtle for another amazing tumblr week! This was loads of fun again! And sorry my last days always suck lol
Promise of Never Being Lonely
7:52
He shook his head, lowering his wrist with a slight grin and bringing the paper cup to his upturned lips.
She was late, which wasn't a huge surprise but still, it would just make the situation even more hilarious when the moment did come. A collusion, yelling, name calling, realization of time, and a mad sprint. It was routine and it was so worth it in the end.
He could deal with the stares that he received from passersby; a handsome high school boy just casually leaning against the corner with the school time ticking. It was an odd sight, he had to admit from their perspective, especially with the Moto-Azabu uniform he was wearing. A respected institution surely had students who would attend school ahead of time rather than walking in the door last minute.
Truth be told, he didn't understand his actions either. Before meeting the pig-tailed blonde, he had always shown up at school, 7:45 sharp, and that was on his 'late' days. He should be sitting in the library right now, waiting for his first class to start at 8:15, not standing on a street corner gawking at his wristwatch.
He knows he should be at school, but he couldn't find in himself to leave, to miss his chance to see her and talk to her, to interact with her.
Why was she different from others, he would ask himself this on numerous occasions. Maybe it was just her presence?
Every time he was near her, he felt emotions in the pit of his stomach, something that never happened. It was a strange sensation that was alien to his nervous system, it was filling, pleasant, and something he always craved when it was absent.
He got some random feeling when around her so this is what caused him to create the abnormal morning ritual, standing there, waiting like a love sick puppy.
7:54
Still nothing coming down the street like a bat out of hell.
He sighed, thinking how much they had gone through so far in the past few months. He had found her name, more quirks of hers, her connection to Motoki, her favorite milkshake flavor, how her nose quirks when she knows her order is up, or how she twirls her hair when she gets super frustrated and concentrated-
7:56
She was really late today and he had an impeccable school attendance record that he could not break and the walk to his school from here took at least ten minutes so maybe just six more minutes, he would give her a chance to come sprinting down the pavement like always, to collide with him, to call him names, to grace him with her presence.
Maybe it was the feeling of not being alone, you could never be alone with Usagi Tsukino being right there with you, talking to you, well screaming at you in his case.
Never being alone, that's something he was not used to, neither were his ears to be honest.
He was sure Usagi was quite used to it. Scores of friends always surrounded her, everyone wanted to be near her, to be near the bright aura. She was opposite of him in every way.
And somehow, it drew him more to her.
Lost in his thoughts, rapid footsteps met his ears as well as shouts and yells along the lines of "I'm so late!" or "Ms. Haruna is soooo going to kill me!"
7:59
Mamoru Chiba smirked, throwing the now empty paper coffee cup in the trash can, bracing himself as best as he could, listened to the steps, and took a step forward, rounding the corner to meet head on with a flying Usagi Tsukino.
The end
