Y is for You
She listened to the song on her new music player, filled with Naru, Office approved, safe for the office songs that were totally, and completely free of any sexual innuendo.
He'd given it to her a week after Bou-san had taken her cell phone, erased it and warned her that he'd cancel her phone off of his plan if she ever, and he meant ever let Yasu put any music on it ever again.
She must have been moping because on day she'd come in and it was sitting on her desk, all shiny, loaded with all kinds of Jpop, classical music and English songs that Naru had deemed ok for her to be caught singing at work. The note with it only said that she was to never, EVER let anyone especially Yasuhara put anything on it.
He'd not answered her when she tried to ask him why or thank him. He'd only given his strange little smile and told her that the office needing dusting.
She locked it dutifully in her locker every night to charge and occasionally she'd come in, and check her "recently uploaded" playlist to see that some new songs had been added in the hours she'd been away from it. She'd always rush to listen to those.
Sometimes it was something strange, but beautiful like she'd expect Naru to listen to by someone named Debussy, Mendelssohn, or Puccini. Names she never heard of, but sometimes she'd see a new song from a popular artist. Mostly they were American or English. The type of bands that had the star power to become world famous. Sometimes there would be weeks without a new song, and her heart would fall just a little wondering when she'd get another secret message from whomever it was that was leaving her messages with O Soave Fanciulla' and Finch "Letters to You".
It was that song she was currently singing. The newest one by three days. She'd been listening to it nonstop since then and it had really grown on her. It was this song that she was currently singing softly as she was doing the filing.
As Naru walked by he walked by and caught a few lines of it under her breath.
"Can't you see that I wanna be there with open arms, It's empty tonight and I'm all alone.."
Had she not been so focused on her work she'd have noticed that he stopped by behind her when she sang the line absent mindedly, she'd have noticed that he stopped behind her and smiled, the real one when she reached his favorite line. He stood there a moment and listened to her sing the line and held it to his heart.
"No where looking I've found home"
'Yes,' he thought. They both had. With each other.