Hello guys, this is a one-shot based on a piece of news I just saw yesterday (2021.9.1). It's all WAFF, no EVA world, plain and simple. Hope you enjoy it!
The Expressway To Your Heart
"Good afternoon, my fellow listeners! Welcome to listening to FM 86.0 NHK Kitami channel. This is Amanda here with you guys sharing the blazing sun! First I'd like to share a few traffic information. Oops, it seems like we've got a traffic jam sixty kilometers down the Shuto Expressway. The initial report indicates a car caught on fire under extreme temperature that in turn led to a chain of rear-end car collisions…"
Shinji Ikari sighed, slamming his palm on the steering wheel and completely ignoring the fact that his car was still traveling at 110 kilometers per hour on the said Shuto Expressway. According to the broadcast, he was only 20 kilometers from the crash site, and the local traffic police had demanded every vehicle on the expressway to exit the main road as soon as possible.
'The car crash must be nasty,' Shinji thought with resignation. The Shuto Expressway was one of the busiest and longest highways in Japan, with millions of toll road traffic volumes per day. Therefore, the local government would never give up such an essential net of blood vessels that connected the Greater Tokyo Area of Japan, even if only partially, unless the accident was horrendous.
The day was indeed hot as hell, to say the least. Driving an older model of the Mazda 6 that lacked engine power, Shinji had to keep his foot stepped on the gas pedal to maintain an acceptable speed on the highway. The fact that he also needed the A/C to work at maximum power – another big energy consumer - to keep the inside temperature cool didn't help things.
Sighing again, Shinji turned the knob of the radio, switching the frequency to his favorite music channel. The pulsing Eurobeat electronic music rumbled from the speakers instantly.
"…Running in the nineties, is a new way I like to be
I'm just running in the nineties, come on baby run to me
We are running in the nineties, is a new way to set me free
I'm just running in the nineties
Yes I wanna know, yes I wanna see!"
Hearing the exciting beat, Shinji jerked his upper body in accordance with the steady rhythm. In a short moment, he almost felt his car turn into a Lamborghini while he was some Drift King racing with other people who dared to challenge his position. "Whoa! This is what I'm talking about!" If sooner than later he must leave the expressway, Shinji deemed he should enjoy every moment possible.
He had claimed his driver's license not long ago, and since then, he would routinely go for a spin to familiarize himself with driving.
"Take me higher! Lift me higher with your speed! I need fire-" He stopped abruptly as he saw a puff of smoke leaking out from the hood of the car. At first, he couldn't believe what his eyes told him was taking place in front of him – though not long after, his senses kicked in as he could smell an unmistakable burning smell.
"Shit!"
With a hard slam on the brakes, Shinji tried to slow down his grey Mazda as fast as possible as its wheels left long black tire tracks on the road. Thankfully there weren't any other vehicles following behind him, or he would risk a solid kiss on his ass that might break several of his bones.
Shinji grabbed the fire extinguisher sitting under the driver's seat and rushed out of the car after parking it in the emergency lane. Without so much as caring to put up the triangle warning tripod, he dashed to the front side of the car, pulled the pin at the top of the Carbon Dioxide fire extinguisher, took aim, and squeezed the handle.
A cloud of white smoke shot out from the spout, hurtling under the hood. Fortunately, his reaction arc was not long by any means; the flames were suppressed and put out as soon as they popped out.
Though it didn't help with the fact that his car was definitely undrivable right now.
Shinji growled in frustration. He could only find solace in the fact that he didn't have school today, or tomorrow. Pulling out his phone from the pocket, Shinji dialed the police number.
"Hello, this is the Police Department. How can I help you?" A professional male voice came out from the speakers.
"Ah, hi. My car just broke down in the middle of the highway. I may need a tow truck to get out of here."
"I see. Your name, mister?"
"Shinji Ikari."
"Age?"
"Eighteen."
"…Your current location? Plate number?"
"I'm on the Shuto Expressway. I think I'm between Exit 06A and 07. My plate number is Tokyo 300 01-02."
"Alright. Please wait for a moment. We'll contact the local transportation department shortly. Is the situation critical?"
"No, not particularly." Shinji sighed. Well, the situation could've been much worse, of course. Though for some unspoken reason, he felt there were still other challenges ahead of him.
"I'm sorry sir, but it seems like we're running short of two trucks." An apologetic reply came to him. "Is your car movable by any means?"
Shinji grimaced. "Yeah, the wheels are working fine, I guess. Just the engine is in a sorry state."
"Alright. Please take care of yourself. A police car should be coming to your location in twenty minutes."
With that, Shinji hanged up the phone with yet another sigh. The sun continued to bake everything on earth with its fusion energy; hot sweat dripped down his head like a waterfall, soaking his shirt. Using his car as the shelter would only worsen the situation since inside it was basically a greenhouse that would quickly turn into an oven if the doors were closed. And there's simply no way he could keep the door open on the highway if he didn't want to cause another car crash.
"Gods be praised!" Shinji exclaimed as he saw blue and red flashing lights approaching his location, a clearly visible cherry blossom printed on the car's door. "Here!" He waved his hand, hoping to get the driver's attention faster.
"Waaaahhhh-" The siren of the police car made one final wail before the vehicle pulled to a complete stop before Shinji's car. The window on the driver's side rolled down, letting a head wearing a pair of sunglasses peek out from the vehicle.
Shinji's first impression of the police officer was surprise – perhaps it was the red hair she had, or it came from the subtle feeling that her face seemed familiar. He had never seen anyone with red hair ever before in Japan, so he quickly concluded the woman was a foreigner. The wo- the girl - he promptly adjusted his wording after she pulled off the sunglasses – was one of the prettiest females he'd ever seen, and her sapphire eyes might as well be-
"What is your problem?!"
Shinji winced, taken aback by the irritable tone from the girl. He was curious about how come a girl who looked so young could work in the police department, though it wasn't necessarily his business. "Ah, miss, my car is broken. I may need a little help to get my car back to my ho-"
"Why are all males so moronic?!" He could hear her grumble. Shinji tried his best to not let his distaste show, though it only worked partially as a frown crossed his face. "I didn't sign up for the summer camp for this!"
'Oh, she's on a summer camp? That explains a lot,' Shinji thought. "Sorry, but I really need to get home right now. The sun is killing me."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." The redhead got off the police car and walked to the rear, opening the trunk with a clearly violent move. "Just get this over with."
She pulled out a steel cable with hooks at both ends from the trunk, then hooked one end of the rope on her police car, the other end on Shinji's. After making sure the hooks wouldn't come off accidentally, she turned around and headed back.
"Hey, um, officer?" Shinji said; the girl turned her head back at him. "What do you want?" Irritation still radiated from her voice.
"Um, I was about to ask…can I take a ride in your car?" Shinji forced out, mustering all of his courage. The girl could be said the complete antithesis to his expectations of girls at his age.
"What." Her expression left no doubt how she felt about his request.
Shinji gulped, somehow still managing to keep their eyes in contact. "Well, since my engine isn't working, I can't turn on the A/C. I would die to heat before I get home." He explained.
He heard her let out a resigned sigh. "Fine. You can sit in the back row if you want."
"Sure, thanks!" Shinji smiled a warm smile and quickly hopped into the police car.
He didn't notice the subtle twitch on the corner of her lips.
XXX
The first half of the ride to his home was in awkward silence, save for the occasional mechanic human voices coming from the navigation App. Shinji started out at the window, supporting his chin on the palm of his hand.
Perhaps it was under God's will, slowly he hummed the tune of Ode to Joy in an attempt to pass the time.
" Freude, Schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuer-trunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!"
Shinji blinked, pretty sure he just heard something that was not there. "Um…excuse me?"
"Ode to Joy, the song you were singing." The police officer replied, her tone much calmer than before. "Just in German."
"Oh?" Shinji couldn't help but let curiosity slip into his voice. "So I see you're a fan of Ludwig Van."
"No, actually, I'm more of a Bach person." She replied. "It's just the song was so famous that everyone should've heard it."
"Damn." Shinji pushed himself away from the window; the police officer turned her eyes to look at the rearview mirror inside the car, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling in surprise as their eyes made contact through the reflection. "Actually, I like Back a lot."
"You'd better prove it true. Or this is a really lame way of flirting."
Shinji choked, his face flushing the faintest bit of red. Truthfully he had been feeling some kind of strange connection to her ever since they had met, though it was more of a subtle reaction instead of active thoughts. If anything, her irritable attitude only shadowed over his positive feelings. Though this was changing quickly as they spoke. "I wasn't…flirting, or anything. I just told the truth. In fact, my most played piece is Bach's Cello Suite Number One in G Major."
"Hm." The police officer returned her eyes to the road. "You play cello?" If anything, she was saying it only to deal with the dullness on the road, nothing more.
"Yeah, I started playing since I was four." Shinji let a bit of sense of pride slip into his voice.
"Well, actually I play some violins. Though I stopped playing after I graduated from college." She replied nonchalantly as if everything she had said should be considered perfectly normal.
"Wait, you've been to college?!"
"Yep. I graduated from college when I was fourteen." This time it was her turn to show the pride. "I've been trying different stuff since then, like what I'm doing right now."
Shinji found himself at a loss for words. "Well, damn. I don't know what to say."
"As you should be." She smirked, feeling her ego flying out of the ionosphere.
"Em…Miss?"
"Ugh, Soryu is fine. You don't get to know my name, though." The redhead waved her hand. "What's your name, by the way? It's only fair trade. Besides, it's important for the record, anyway."
"Um, I'm Shinji. Shinji Ikari."
"Hm, sounds like an idiot." She blurted out without thinking. Her eyes went wide as the words reached her conscious brain. Calling other people' stupid' or 'moron' was a habit of hers to put the brats around her down, but this time when she said it, it felt so natural, as if-
She quickly looked at the rearview mirror again, letting out a small sigh of relief as she couldn't recognize any sign of anger from his face. Making the just-warmed-up environment cold again was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Say, id-Ikari, where were you going, alone on the expressway? Isn't this a bit…I don't know, early for you to do? At your age?" Feeling bad about her previous wordings, she tried to start the conversation again.
Shinji forced up a smile, pretending not to notice the slip. "I was just going on a ride." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow as the words registered in his mind. "Wait, my age? How do you know how old I am?"
"Well, for starters, the minimum legal driving age in Japan is 18 for small vehicles. And you look-" 'a bit cute' was the first phrase that her brain came up with, fortunately she was fast enough to shove it aside. "-young, so I took a wild guess."
"Well, you're not wrong, detective Soryu." Shinji smiled a sheepish smile, eliciting a chuckle from the redhead. "Hey, actually I'm going to ask you the same question. You look really pretty…young, as well." He hastily improvised, his heart almost beating out of his chest. "I heard you say something about summer camp?"
"Right," Soryu replied, her mind in wild turmoil. Even though Shinji's correction was lighting fast, she still caught a slip of the tongue. Of course she had heard other males say it to her, though none of them had made such an influence on her. Maybe it was precisely because it was a slip of thoughts, or perhaps the matter-of-fact tone he was using did the trick. "I just wanted to try something new. Damn it, get the fuck out of my way!" She shouted, pressing the button to make the siren blaring in an attempt to shoo away the heavy traffic in front of her.
Shinji gulped. "Um, now you know how old I am, may I ask-" He immediately regrated it after the words came out his mouth.
"Asking a girl about her age is rude, don't you think?!" Soryu snapped, her voice more scolding than she intended it to be as her anger had yet to subside. Though her expression softened after seeing Shinji's dropped face.
'Damn it, nice job, Soryu! You just kicked a puppy. He might be one of the very few people you could just talk with instead of yelling! You were getting along quite well, the boring ride to his home had just turned into a better direction! I can't let my stupid reflexes ruin it!' Sighing, she quickly spoke up again. "Um, don't take that personally. I don't hate you, you know."
"I know." Shinji's voice remained sulky.
Soryu growled internally. "I'm seventeen. Fair is fair." Said the redhead in a plain voice.
This time though, her words did bring a smile to Shinji's face. "Thanks for sharing that with me. Though I really shouldn't have asked, sorry about that."
"Nah, it's fine." The redhead had to hide her own smile.
"Um…since you said you were singing in German…I guess you come from Germany, Soryu-san?" Shinji carefully probed, trying to not step onto other invisible mines. He was never good at understanding females, but for now, he just wanted to talk.
"Yeah. I'm half German, though my nationality is American." Soryu replied, surprised she was telling so much of herself to him. "I've rarely been to America, though. It's just not my place."
"Still…seventeen? I think you stole my line of asking what are you doing here so young?" Shinji asked with apparent curiosity. "How did you get your driver's license, anyway?"
"In America, the minimum driving age is sixteen. I got my license then. And it's approved here as well." Soryu replied with a shrug. "As for the police thing, I was actually hoping they would let me observe as they solve cases, however they just shoved me into the office and gave me a lot of paperwork. And don't be surprised, the only reason I'm here with you is that at the moment your call came in, I was, like, the only one there who's eligible to drive and not doing anything important."
"…Turn left and continue to drive on Shibuya Street for one point two kilometers…"
Shinji felt an unspoken sadness as he heard the navigation App's announcement. They were getting close to his home, and no matter how much he hated the thought – the strange, yet wonderful experience he shared with the redheaded police officer – or more like an intern - was going to end.
"It's really good to have people to talk to, ya know." Shinji stretched his arms sitting on the back row seat.
"I guess you could say that," Soryu replied. If Shinji knew better, he would swear her voice carried a hint of sulkiness. "Though I just like being alone."
"I thought it was better off for people to just left me alone as well. And I guess being abandoned by your parents didn't help," Shinji quipped, his voice sad despite his attempt to sound light-hearted.
"Wait, what? How did you know?!" Soryu almost jumped up, if not for the seatbelt holding her in place.
"Because…it happened?" Shinji's voice turned confused. "I mean, I was abandoned-"
"Oh, so that's what you meant." Soryu cut him off, her expression inscrutable. She spoke up again after a moment of pondering. "Anyway, we're getting close to your home. And I need your driver's license. It's standard procedure." It seemed like she wanted to say something else, though she successfully swallowed her words.
Shinji shook the impression off. "Sure." He started searching in his pocket. As time passed, Shinji's expression turned from the previous confused state to calm, then to confused again, and finally ended with a panicked face. "Um…"
"Yes? Just show me your driver's license."
"I…I might've left it in my car. Could you please wait for me for a second there? Just park on the side of the street. There." Shinji pointed at his own parking slot.
"Sure." Soryu drove into the parking slot with skill despite dragging another car behind the rear. "Hurry up! I have to go back soon."
"Hai!" Shinji hastily got off the police car and rushed to his own vehicle that was in a sorry state. He frantically searched around the interior – the glove box, under the seats, the cup slots – and found nothing.
"Well?" Soryu looked at him with a smug expression.
"I…I need to go search for it in my house. Maybe I forgot to bring it with me today." Sweatdropping, Shinji improvised, not really knowing the actual location of his driver's license.
"You know, according to the traffic law, your license is revoked the moment you step on the gas pedal without carrying the driver's license," Soryu smirked, eliciting another panicked look from Shinji's face. "However… I'm no traffic police, so it's not my call to make. Besides, I don't particularly feel like reporting you today. If you actually have the driver's license, that is." She chirped, conveniently left out the real reason behind it.
"Erm…thanks, I guess." Shinji let out a big sigh of relief, appreciation washed over his face. "I'll be right back!" Said Shinji before dashing into his apartment.
XXX
"…Where is it…whe-Oh here you are!" Shinji exclaimed in joy as a small white card came into his field of view. He picked up the license and rushed to the front door. "Hey! I found-" He trailed off as he saw the redhead police standing at the entrance. "Um, Soryu-san?"
"What's up?"
"Um… you're…err…in my house?" Shinji stuttered. He had never let any other girl into his home ever before, and the fact that the redhead was leaning against the wall so casually didn't help things.
Soryu looked around her before speaking up. "Yeah, I'm in the house. Unless this isn't your home?"
"No, I mean yes," Shinji's face began heating up. "This is my house! Just…"
"Just what?" Her voice gave an impression that her patience was running thin.
"What are you doing in my house?" He finally managed to ask the whole question without stuttering.
"Preventing you from escaping, of course." Soryu shrugged. "Now, where is your driver's license?"
"H-here," Shinji walked up in front of her and handed her the white card.
Soryu's sapphire eyes darted between the license and Shinji several times. "Alright. I'm not reporting you." She gave the card back to him, who accepted with another warm smile. "Though you still owe me big one for this, and my labor effort for driving you home!"
"Well…" Shinji scratched the back of his head. "I can…I can play cello for you. It's one of the few things I'm good at."
"Oh, right." Soryu brought up a smile of her own. Even though coming into a boy's home still felt strange to her, for now she didn't feel threatened by it. "Bach person, nein? I'd like to see how much of a Bach person you are!" She entered the living room without Shinji's permission and sat down on the couch.
Shinji sighed and went into his room, picking up his cello and returning to the living room.
"Alright, Soryu-san. I'm gonna play Bach's Cello Suite Number One in G Major. Hope you enjoy it." Shinji sat down on a wooden chair placed in front of the redhead.
The sound of music flowed through his's apartment as Shinji slid the bow across the strings of his cello. The music carried him away as the melody flowed through him like a river of sound. It had been quite a while since he had found himself in such a state of ease. He could almost forget about all of the troubles he had been through, all of the hardships he had faced, all of it felt as though it didn't even exist. It was just him, his bow, and his cello.
As he made his final stroke across the strings, he could hear the sound of clapping coming from before him. "Soryu-san?" He almost dropped his bow.
"Very good, Sh-Ikari. You played very well. I'm impressed." She praised, smiling a small smile. "And…Just call me Asuka, alright? I suppose you earned it. My full name, Asuka Langley Soryu."
Shinji didn't even try to hide his surprise and genuine happiness. "I'm glad you liked it…Asuka."
"Hmph, I like you-r pronunciation," Asuka had to hide something with a cough. "Though It's time for me to go." She raised the walkie-talkie for him to see; an old male voice came out of the speakers, demanding her to return the police car as soon as possible. "Besides, I'm feeling a bit hungry, so-" As if aroused by her words, Asuka's stomach growled, eliciting a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Um, I can cook something for you, if you'd like." Shinji put his cello away. "I cook for myself every day, anyway. It's just a matter of the amount of ingredients I use."
Asuka pondered for a moment. She felt things were progressing too fast, even though she didn't really have relatable experience on the subject of matter. On second thought, though, what gives? It's just a meal. She would pay him if it made things less ambiguous.
And she hadn't had a homecooked meal ever since-
"Alright, but I need to return the car first. I'll be back after…like an hour? You'd better make sure the food is ready by then!"
"Of course. See you later then, Asuka." A warm smile crossed his face.
"Yeah. See you." Asuka couldn't help but smile back.
XXX
Shinji stared at the dishes on the dining table with sad eyes. It has been one and a half-hour since Asuka had left, and she still hadn't come back yet. Sighing, he stood up from the chair and picked up the dishes, heading to the oven to reheat them.
'Maybe I was getting my hopes up to high.' He sighed again. Having infinitely close to zero experience with girls, Shinji had thought he was getting along quite well with the redhead, and he really hoped her to come back and have the food he made for her. She was one of the very few people he felt he had a connection with.
Normally he would simply cook some rice and fish for dinner, though today he had prepared a lot more – sausages, sushi, broccoli – Shinji really wanted Asuka to like his cooking.
'I mean, how could someone as beautiful and brilliant see anything in me?' Shinji sulked. 'I should be grateful that she was nice enough to not report me…and she actually praised me playing cello!' He smiled a smile mixed with sadness and joy. He was happy that he could share something with her – damn, he even got to call her by her name! Sad that he might never be able to see her ever aga-
Ding Dong
"Coming!" Shinji shook the thoughts off and walked to the front door. He was expecting the visitor to be the delivery man since he had bought a new pair of shoes the day before yesterday. "Shinji Ikari, phone num-" He trailed off as he recognized the person standing in front of him.
"Why making that face? Stunned by my look?" Asuka smirked, her brilliant sapphire eyes sparkling. "I mean, it would be rude to have dinner in a police uniform, don't you think?"
Shinji found himself at a loss for words. Stunning? She looked radiant, angelic, divine – her yellow sundress that perfectly displayed every curvature of her slim body, the purple necklace around her neck added an odd sense of contrast beauty. Her brilliant golden-red mane flowed down from her head like a torrent of fire, separated by her shoulder blades, and hovered at her waist. Not to mention her long slender legs, shapely-
Shinji violently shook the thoughts off. Objectifying her was the last thing he wanted to do right now. "Um, I-I like, err, y-your look-"
Asuka giggled, waving her hand in a gesture to cut him off. Unlike almost all of the other boys she had met before, she didn't see lust from the look of his eyes; instead, what she saw was admiration. "You're so easy to fluster." 'And it's rather cute' was left unsaid, though he could swear he heard it. "Anyway, sorry for the delay. I had to literally run from the police station to my hot-home," she quickly adjusted her choice of words. "I hope the food isn't cold?"
"Oh damn! The oven!" Asuka's words acted as a starting pistol, Shinji rushed to the kitchen, leaving a helplessly laughing redhead standing in the doorway.
XXX
"Thanks, Shinji. That was soooo good." Asuka placed the chopsticks on the table before standing up from the chair. Being fed fast food almost every day, her stomach had been screaming to her to eat something different. Before Shinji could say anything, she continued, "and don't worry, I'll…ah, pay you for the meal. I don't like owing other people."
"It's okay, really." Shinji replied. "Consider this a return of favor? I mean, you didn't report me to the police, and you drove me home, and…" 'You gave me one of the happiest days of my entire life' was caught in his throat just in time. He did bring up the warmest affectionate smile to his face, though.
For a moment, Asuka looked at his smile with a blizzard of emotions. What was this…warmth and content feeling inside her? She suddenly felt a strong urge to just smash her lips against his and let everything flow naturally. Perhaps it was just her being curious of how kissing felt, since she had never-
Asuka slammed on the brakes of her train of thoughts before it could reach its final destination. 'Soryu, you have been keeping your urges in check till now, don't let the heat of the moment break your self-restraint!' "Alright, but I will start paying for later." She blurted out. 'Damn, am I already expecting this to happen more often in the future? What is happening to me?'
"Later?" Shinji raised a surprised eyebrow. "You mean…you will be coming here later?"
Asuka silently cursed at her own carelessness. Though it couldn't be helped – it was her own idea, after all. "Just…maybe! Don't get your hopes too high. You cook well, and I can definitely see myself enjoy your food in the future. So don't be surprised when I call you and-" She trailed off as a vital realization dawned on her. "Speaking of which, what's your number? I'll give you mine as well."
Shinji blinked. Did…did a gorgeous girl just asked him for his phone number?! He wasn't going to complain, though. "Of course! Here's mine." He spoke out his number for Asuka to put it into her phone, and recorded Asuka's in his phone as well.
"Don't think too much about it!" Asuka said after Shinji finished putting her phone number into his contact list. "You're really a good friend, you know."
"Asuka…" The said girl gulped, dreading she just crushed the newly established relationship with her stupid -
"You think of me as a good friend?" Shinji finished, his voice joyful, his face bright.
"Yeah, of course." Asuka let out a silent sigh of relief. Maybe he could actually be the first real friend of hers. "Anyway, it's getting late. I may come again tomorrow, or the day after, depends on my schedule." She headed to the front door. "And…thank you for today, Shinji."
"You're welcome, Asuka." Shinji smiled, at which Asuka smiled back. "I'm glad to have met you." He wasn't aware of how strong the confession was, though from the beautiful grin on her face, he knew he said something right.
"Yeah, you can say the same thing about me." Asuka countered. "So…see you, then."
"Goodbye."
Shinji had kept his gaze on her back with a smile until her silhouette disappeared behind the door.
XXX
Asuka stood on the street, looking back at Shinji's apartment building with an expression mixed with happiness and determination. Her eyes wandered around the white walls of the building, smirking as she saw the advertisement in big red characters on the wall.
Takiko's Apartment Rental Service
Call us: 123-4567
She took out her phone, taking a deep breath. Today could be said as one of the happiest days of her entire life. When she talked to Shinji, she didn't feel alone anymore, especially when she heard him talking about his parents abandoning him, because she was just like him. The connection, the empathy she felt were nothing like the emotions she had been through before. She thought she could forever being alone, but now she started to doubt it.
Company was good – as long as it was someone she liked.
Releasing the breath, she punched the numbers into her phone and dialed.
- Shinji Soryu, How I Met Your Mom
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AN: Ah, what a wonderful experience. I have to say though, this is a practice for my next long fic – Across the Starry Night – the general tone of that story is very similar to this one-shot. I don't really have anything to say, though. I just hope I can deliver some nice AsuShin Waff to you guys. See you in my other fics!