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It had been two weeks since Shota and Emi had messaged each other. Without skyping or communicating in any way, Eri was left to struggle with the whole thing on her own. It was difficult not to send him any message, but there were times where she couldn’t control herself enough not to message him. She was so remorseful about the whole thing that she wanted to turn around and tell Shota just how much he meant to her. That wasn’t how life worked whatsoever. Knowing them, they would probably never get back together, but she couldn’t take her mind off of him. No matter how hard she tried, she continued to think about him wherever she was.
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The same went for Shota. He couldn’t take his mind off of Emi. It didn’t help that Eri was whining about when she would be able to talk to her mother, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. There were multiple instances where he wanted to call, message, or chat with Emi. He couldn’t bring himself to do so. The number of times she had texted him was ridiculous; he almost had to feel sorry for her. He wanted to think that this would be solved by the time she would come back from New York City, but would they ever be able to resolve the issue?
It took forever for him to get over the grump stage that he had been away from since Emi had entered his life. He was still his classic self with the normal scowls, but there would be the occasional grins. They would happen more often than they did in the past. Usually, he would happen to smile a few times a day, which was unusual for him back when they first started.
“What are you doing, Aizawa?” Asked Mina with her pointer finger resting on her cheek. Obviously, there was something wrong with him that he wasn’t telling them.
Grimacing, Shota took a sip of his coffee, retorting, “It’s nothing for a student to worry about.”
Speaking on everyone’s behalf, Izuku intervened, “Everyone has been talking about it for at least a few weeks now. There’s a change in your behavior too.”
Growling, Shota barked back, “The next one to comment on my personal life or anything about me will get a detention.”
“It’s Ms. Joke, isn’t it? We haven’t seen her lately. Did she leave you?” Uraraka asked without giving any consideration on what her consequences would be for asking.
“Uraraka! That’s it, detention for the week. Instead of sticking your nose in other people’s business, you should be focusing on your own problems, not mine!” Shota scolded. He was getting nowhere with this class period. In all honesty, it seemed like a lost cause so far.
Adding her own thoughts, Tsuyu commented, “You certainly haven’t been yourself since Ms. Joke left.”
Grimacing, Shoto began to walk out the door. Opening the door, he looked out to see who was walking in the hallway. Happening to see Nemuri, he called out, “Nemuri, get over here.”
Slightly turning her head, Nemuri answered, “What is it, Aizawa?”
“I need you to take over my class.” He muttered softly, sliding his hands into his pockets.
Without being able to comprehend what Shota said, Nemuri sighed and walked over. “It’s hard to hear you when you won’t speak up, Aizawa.” Checking him out, she noticed without studying him too hard, “You look like crap, Shota. Is it, Emi?”
Snickering, Aizawa clenched his jaw. After a few moments, he brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, attempting to relax. “Will everyone shut up about Emi already?”
Balancing most of her weight on her left leg, Nemuri rested her right hand on her hip. “Now, that’s no way to talk about your future wife, Shota.” She remarked with fire in her eyes. Even though she and Emi weren’t entirely close, she knew something disastrous was happening between the two of them. “We’re talking after school, Shota. You can’t hide the truth from me; I know something is up between the two of you.”
“That’s none of your fucking business, Nemuri.” He snapped without much regard about how his words may affect anyone else in the area. Glancing back at his classroom, he saw some of his students’ shuttering in their desks from hearing him swear to Midnight out of all people.
“Shota, you’re causing a scene.” Nemuri addressed as she checked both sides of the hallway to see if anyone else hear him besides herself and his class.
Walking away, Shota came up with the conclusion it was best to dodge the conversation. He was going to find Nezu to talk about resigning or taking time off until Emi came back. He could no longer deal with himself. Suffering, it was challenging to figure out how to cope with their breakup or whatever this dilemma was going on between them.
Upon reaching Nezu’s office, Shota stormed through the door. “NEZU, I’M TAKING TIME OFF! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!” It was abnormal for him ever to lose his cool, but with everyone poking and prodding him, he couldn’t handle it anymore. It was excruciating for him to hide everything away from Eri when she deserved more than anyone to know what was happening between her mother and father. Unable to tell Eri, Shota collapsed onto his knees. It was humiliating acting in such a way in front of everyone, especially Nezu. But with Nezu being the only one he trusted, he took a deep sigh to relieve himself, only find him discouraged in the end. Glancing up at Nezu, he collected himself before speaking. “Nezu, I need Emi back. With me being a mess these last two weeks, I’ve decided the students nor does anyone else deserve to see me like this.”
Staying seated in his desk, Nezu took a sip of coffee before saying anything. Meeting eye contact with Shota, he assured him, “Emi will be back in two weeks. It’ll be here before you know it, Shota.”
Glowering, Shota hissed with his nose scrunched, “You act like it’s so easy, Nezu. Do you know how difficult it’s been hiding everything from Eri? No, I don’t think you even give two fucks about how life-shattering this has been for the two of us!”
Taking another sip of tea, Nezu dismissed Shota’s emotions fairly quickly. “Oh, it seems like Emi has influenced you much more than you would like to admit, Shota.” He said with a wide grin. “There’s not much I can do for you, Shota. I can give you time off, but with this becoming a regular thing, there’s nothing that can be done for you.”
Widening his eyes, Shota demanded, “What the hell do you mean with this becoming a regular thing? Are you telling me you’re apart of this, Nezu?”
Softly chuckling, Nezu retorted, “I don’t know what to tell you, Shota.”
Bolting out of his chair, Shota gave Nezu the death stare. “You know what, Nezu, I quit. It looks like I can’t trust anyone here...You took the love of my life and sent her away doing who knows what! For all I know, she could be off doing possibly anything for you! Why couldn't you have gone yourself?! Is that your goal to ruin other people’s lives? Did you even consider the thought that she could turn back to her own ways? She’s not doing well, Nezu! I don’t know how much you know about our relationship these last two weeks, but considering how I’ve been doing, I would say that she must not be doing well…” Brushing his hair back, he jerked his head away in disgust. “You know what, I don’t understand why I’m even wasting my time telling you all of this…”
Walking out of the room, Shota packed his belongings along with Eri’s once he got home. He packed two suitcases along with a backpack full of both activities to keep them occupied. Taking a taxi to pick Eri up from school, he talked to the principal about Eri taking two weeks off due to a family member getting into a horrible accident in New York. Without having the principal question him, he took Eri out of class and brought her along with him to go to the airport.
Arriving at the airport, Shota had Eri ride his back while he carried everything for their trip. With her having her backpack on and his bag being around his shoulder, he carried the rest of their luggage in each hand.
Reaching the front desk, Shota overlooked the price of a one-way ticket to New York City for the two of them. All he wanted to do was meet Emi and bring her home. He would meet her there, and they would figure out all the rest after they found each other. It would probably take a while to find her in such a large city, but he was sure he could find her if he looked hard enough from watching from the rooftops each night.
Approaching their gate, Shota stopped at a coffee shop before they boarded the plane. Grabbing their drinks, he handed Eri a smoothie while he carried his coffee to the boarding station. Laying a hand on her shoulder, he asked her, “Eri, this is going to be a long flight, alright? Have you ever been on an airplane before?”
Shaking her head, Eri took a large sip of her drink. Smiling at Shota, she didn’t exactly know what to expect from this trip. Shota hadn’t told her much of anything, but all she took note of was that she would be alright as long as her father was with her. Scanning the area, she noticed on the screen where they were boarding it said, ‘New York City.’ Tugging on her father’s pants, she began to question him, “Dad, where are we going?” Pointing to the screen, she connected the two together, “It says New York City up there. Isn’t that where mom is? Are we going to see mom?”
Closing his eyes, Shota took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, Eri. We’re going to see mom. Well, that’s the hope anyway.” Scratching his head, he drew his eyebrows together. With his lower lip sliding forward, Shota stared at the ground while they waited. His hope was to fix his relationship with Emi, but if he had to be realistic with himself, would anything actually come out of Eri and him going to New York to find her?
Scanning their tickets, Eri and Shota walked through the door and down the ramp to their airplane. It took about forty minutes for the plane to get ready to take off finally, but Shota didn’t find himself to stress about the situation, knowing that they would be in New York City in less than twenty-four hours.
With Eri taking out some books from her book bag, Shota figured that he could sleep for part of the way there. Planting his hand on her right thigh, he concluded everything would be alright, especially Eri since he had his hand resting on her.
Falling asleep fairly quickly, Shota slept for a few hours before Eri woke him up.
“Dad! Dad! Dad, wake up!” Eri exclaimed, nudging on him. Pointing to the cart brought over by the flight attendant, she alerted him, “That lady is coming, and she’s passing out drinks! Did you know that they do that on airplanes? Oh, and she’s passing out snacks as well!” She was beyond excited for the new experience.
Laughing inwardly, Shota forgot that there would be a lot of exotic encounters for the small girl. It probably would seem like a massive adventure to her. Rubbing his bottom lip with side of his index finger, he realized that it would be a brand new experience for him too. Emi was the American out of the three of them. Well, she was both Japanese and American, but she was more familiar with the country’s way of thinking.
“Excuse me, sir. What what would you like to drink?” Said a woman with black hair tied up, dressed in a white button dress shirt, a black skirt, blazer, tights, Mary Janes, and a small colorful scarf tied around her neck.
Without giving it much thought, Shota replied, “Coffee.”
Pouring a cup of coffee, the attendant handed it to him effortlessly.
With big eyes, Eri stared at the lady with the cart with a wide grin. Before the attendant could ask Eri anything, she cheerfully chirped, “It’s my first time being on an airplane! My dad didn’t tell me there were drinks on here!”
Laughing at the small girl, the woman started talking to Eri, “What a cute, bubbly girl? I can talk to the captain and see what we can give you for your first trip, would you like that?”
Nodding with a broad smiling, Eri agreed, “Yeah! I would like that, miss!”
Giving the girl a soft, gentle smile, the attendant replied, “Great! I’ll talk to him once I get done with everyone else, so you’ll have to be patient with me! What would you like to drink?”
Tapping her nose as Emi did, Eri blurted, “I would like some apple juice! Do you have that?”
“Yes, we do!” Pouring the juice, the lady handed it to the girl fairly quickly before she moved on to the next few people and then to the next aisle.
Pulling on Shota’s sleeve, Eri began asking questions, “When are we going to get there? How much longer will it take? Will mom meet us at the airport?”
Placing his hand on her head, Shota shoved her head back and forth with a small hand motion. “Too many questions, kiddo. We won’t get there until after 7:00 AM our time. We’ll get to New York City by 6:00 PM Eastern Standard Time.” Checking his phone, he saw that only two hours had passed. “We still have fourteen more hours to go since it’s about a sixteen-hour trip.” Glancing over at Eri, he saw how much anticipation was in her face. It was unfortunate how he would destroy what hope she had of meeting her mother as soon as possible. “No, we won’t see mom at the airport.”
Staring down at her lap, Eri frowned.
Rubbing her back, Shota guaranteed her, “I can promise you that you will see mom sooner than a month, though?”
Drawing her brows together, she asked, “Doesn’t mom know that we’re coming to see her?”
Rubbing his face in frustration with his palm, Shota leaned his head toward the girl. “No, she doesn’t.”
Glancing to the side, Eri couldn’t fathom how they would see mother if she didn’t know. Puckering her lips, she glared at Shota suspiciously, “How are we going to see mom, if she doesn’t know we’re coming?”
Taking a deep breath, Shota tilted his head to collect his thoughts. “I don’t know.”
Baffled, Eri blinked a few times as she stared at her father. “What do you mean you don’t know? You always know what you’re doing…”
Unable to look at his daughter, Shota retorted, staring into the nothingness ahead of him, “I’m sorry, Eri...I don’t have an answer this time.” Turning his head to look her in the eye, he ensured her, “I promise that we will see mom. This is all this trip is about is getting mom back.”
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Eri deliberated what to say about the whole subject. She knew her father was hiding information from her about mom, but she didn’t exactly catch on to what it was. Everyone was asking her about why her father was upset, but she had no clue. Did anyone understand how hard that was for her? With a few tears sliding down her cheeks, Eri felt like the whole world was collapsing on her.
Becoming aware of Eri’s mental situation, he perceived that he was inconsiderate of his daughter. Wrapping his arm around her opposite shoulder, he drew her closer to her. Kissing her forehead, Shota began rubbing her arm. “I’m sorry, I haven’t told you anything, Eri. I promise to tell you everything that you deserve to know from now on. That was unfair to me.” Setting his mouth into a hard line, Shota found it difficult to articulate his thoughts. “When your mother left for New York, everything was fine until she arrived there. I was telling her how hard it was for us to have her gone. Eventually, I told her that I didn’t want her taking any more of these trips because I was already a mess having her gone. It was probably incredibly selfish for me to tell her that if she went more on these trips that she was self-seeking, where I was the self-centered one."
Pausing, he pursed his lips. This whole confession thing was killing him. He never told anyone his emotions except for Emi. Maybe that is what was eating him alive? Continuing his story, Shota took a huge huff. “The argument, or whatever you would like to call it, ended up with us practically breaking up. I told her I didn’t want anyone in my life that couldn’t keep you as their main priority. God, I was such a dick to her, Eri…” Ending the story on the last thing that happened between them that day, he added, “She pleaded for me not to let her go, Eri...and I chose to ignore her. Maybe, my emotions showed that day, but I felt like anything else I did that day would make the situation worse.”
Staring up at her dad, Eri wasn’t sure how to reply to her father. Part of her hated him for hiding such vital details from her for so long, but the other part understood why he felt the way he did since she had been with him for so long. Scrunching her face together, she pondered what the best thing was to say back to him. Turning her head to meet eye contact with him, she gave him a bright smile. “I’m sure; we’ll find mom!”
Shaking his head, Shota twitched a corner of his mouth. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes, hoping that he would drift off.
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Waking up from his nap, Shota looked to see Eri watching a movie in front of her seat. Tapping her shoulder, he asked, “How long have I been out?”
Taking out her headphones, Eri replied still with her eyes on the screen, “For most of the flight. The pilot or one of the pilots came over here and gave me this pin!” She exclaimed, shoving it in his face. It was a small ANA pin with wings. It was interesting for sure. Putting it in her bag, she looked up to him to see if he needed anything else from her. Without hearing anything, she assumed that he was done talking to her. Putting back her headphones on, she returned her attention to the movie.
Taking out his phone, Shota concluded he should message Emi. Inhaling and exhaling, he mediated on what to say to her. He was craving to have her attention and affection. More than anything, he was longing for her touch, as well. She was everything to him, and he unquestionably made a horrible mistake, letting her go.
Unlocking his phone, he shuffled through his messages to get to Emi. Clicking on her name, he saw the last message that was sent between the two of them was from her. It was sent a little less than two weeks ago, but it was still life-shattering. No matter how many times he reflected on those words, he recognized just how selfish he actually was.
Tapping ‘enter message,’ Shota began to type his message to her. “Emi...how can I even began to apologize? I can’t; I don’t deserve a second chance. I realize I’ve screwed up, big time. The last few weeks, I’ve recognized just how much I need you in my life even if travel around… I know this isn’t fair to you, but please give me another chance to prove how much you mean to me… Emi, I can’t live without you.” Scanning his message, he decided he didn’t want to look that clingy and emotional. So, he erased it all. Restarting his message, he typed out, “Emi, Eri and I are flying to New York City to see you. I’m sorry that this is late notice, but I’ll explain everything when we meet up.” Scanning it for any mistakes, Shota found it doable.
Pressing send, he realized that they weren’t too far away from New York. Glancing up, Shota saw as the seatbelt light turned on. This must-have meant that they were going to start descending. Did he spend that much time trying to figure out what to message Emi?
Staring into nothingness for a while, Shota was alarmed when his phone suddenly vibrated out of nowhere. Looking at his screen, he saw he had one unread message from Emi. Flaring his nostrils and scrunching his lips together, he opened his phone to look at the message. “Where?” Sent 2:31 PM.
Rubbing his temple while he held his phone in his right hand, Shota deliberated how to move forward with this. From what he could tell, she seemed like she was willing to talk to him about everything, but then she gave a shorter reply than he can ever remember her sending.
Pondering what to say to her, he had no idea on what to say back to her. How did she feel about the whole experience? If anything, it would probably take them a while to heal from this incident. Taking a deep breath, he finally wrote a response to send her. “Could we meet at where you’re staying, or would you prefer we met somewhere else that was more public?”
Listening for the pilots to say how much longer their flight would be, Shota heard a simple ding, wake him up from his daydreaming. Unlocking his phone, it opened right up to the messages between Emi and him. “I’ll meet you up at the airport.” Sent 3:12 PM.
Scratching his stubble, Shota couldn’t help question how she would find where they were. Typing out another reply, he left it short. “We’ll be arriving from Tokyo.” Checking his phone, he searched the web to see what terminal they were coming from. After a little research, he discovered they would be arriving at terminal 7. Going back to his conversation with Emi, he added more to his message. “Meet us at terminal 7, that is where we will be arriving. We should be arriving at the airport in less than thirty minutes, but who knows how long it’ll take to get through U.S. customs.” Sent.
Sighing, Shota put his phone around and kept his focus on his surroundings. Studying everyone else who was flying with them, it was surprising how many of the passengers were either Asian, or he was assuming American, but who knew where they were from. Turning his head to check Eri, he saw she was still content watching her movie. How long was it going to play? It had to stop sometime. After what seemed to be ten minutes, everything was turned off, and they were ready to land. What should have taken only a few minutes took about twenty minutes in all. This whole process of landing was too much work in Shota’s opinion. It was why he never flew.
With Eri singing to herself while they landed to calm herself, Shota tilted his head back into the seat. He wasn’t always a fan of Emi’s suggestions on how to relax, but it seemed to do the job for Eri.
Eventually, Shota and Eri landed and rolled up to the terminal that they would be getting off of. It would be one of the most prolonged processes ever since everything seemed to be so complicated for the United States for anyone who wasn’t American.
Cracking his neck, Shota looked over to see Eri looking at him with disgust.
“You’re going to get arthritis that way,” Eri commented with a firm tone.
Raising a brow, Shota had to ask how in the world did a seven-year-old know about arthritis already? “How do you know about arthritis and who told you that?”
“Mom.” Without letting her father reply, Eri continued. “She said that every time someone cracks their bones on purpose, it leads them closer to turning old. So I make sure never to crack or pop my bones on purpose. It’s not healthy. You should listen to mom more.”
Rolling his eyes, Shota jerked his head away and watched as everyone got off the plane. He wasn’t going to argue with her. It wasn’t worth it. Ever since Emi entered their lives, it seemed that she never did anything wrong according to Eri. Why was that? Perhaps, he would never know.
Following the line, after they waited for a while, he and Eri thanked the pilot and flight attendants and walked off the ramp to customs to check-in. After what seemed to be a forty-five-minute process, they finally got through. It was easier for Eri to get through than it was for Shota. For some reason, they thought he looked questionable. Did everyone think that he was a terrorist or something? Or did they just check the men into detail more than women and children?
Stepping out of customs, Shota and Eri made their way toward the luggage. Before they knew it, Emi was already standing there with their luggage. Pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose, Shota groaned. “You know you could have left it for us to get?”
Pressing her lips together, Emi shot back with, “You come to visit me, and that’s the first thing you say, Shota Aizawa? I shouldn’t even be surprised…”
Realizing that Emi was right in front of her, Eri went running up to her, giving her a huge hug.
Kneeling, Emi held her hands out for her little girl as Eri raced toward her. As the girl jumped into her arms, Emi spun the girl around, making her softly squeal. Showering Eri with kisses, Emi exclaimed, “I missed you, Eri! It’s so good to see you!” Slightly adjusting her head to meet eye contact with Shota, she asked, “Are you ready to go get a taxi? I’ll pay.”
Nodding, Shota followed Emi as she held Eri the whole way to the taxi, which left him with bag duty. With Emi whistling for a cab, they didn’t wait too long to start their journey to her apartment.
It was a quiet journey with Eri cuddling with Emi the whole way and Shota staring out the window, thinking of how to confront Emi about everything that he did wrong and how he wants her back. He was sure it would work out for the two of them. Glancing over at Emi, Shota spotted her wearing the engagement ring that he gave to her more than a few months ago. That had to mean that she still wanted them to be together, but how would he make it up to her even if she still loved him?
Bracing himself for the worst, the three of them got out of the taxi. Taking their bags out of the trunk, Shota followed Emi as she held sleeping Eri in her arms. From what Shota could tell, Emi was being treated well up in New York City, but he sure wasn’t a fan of the city from what he could tell. It was too American for him. He wanted the Japanese perspective and traditions.
Entering the building, it looked like a beautiful place to live. As they walked through the lounge and into the elevator, it took them a few minutes to get to her apartment. Arriving at her apartment, they set their belongings down into one of the rooms.
Laying Eri down on her bed, Emi undressed her in and changed her into something more comfortable. Kissing her forehead, she tucked her daughter goodnight and went to check on Shota.
Finding Shota staring out the apartment window, Emi advanced toward him only to be stopped with him glancing around.
“You’ve acted as nothing has happened,” Shota stated with his eyes still glued at the window.
Drawing her eyebrows together, Eri rested her knuckles on her hips in disgust. “You’re still going to hold this against me, Shota? If that’s what you’re going to do, I want nothing apart of it.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Shota shook his head. “How can I not hold this against us, Emi? It’s something we need to discuss.”
Jerking her head, Emi grumbled through her teeth as Shota pivoted around. “Shota, I don’t want to discuss this now. Stop it. I can’t…” With tears forming in her eyes, Emi began to walk out of the room only to be stopped.
Grasping onto her arm, Shota tried his best to convince her not to leave. “Emi, listen...I just want to hear your thoughts about us…”
With tears welling in her eyes, Emi choked on her words, “What do...you want from... me, Shota?”
Cupping her cheek with his hand, Shota wiped the tears that he could with his thumb. “I’ve never been good with words, so be patient with him.” Making eye contact, he vowed, “Take what you will have this and I can’t do anything to change what I did to you… I was a dick to you, Emi. A total dick. You don’t deserve that. No one does, but especially you. I’m sorry, Emi… Please, forgive me.” Pausing to decipher his thoughts into words, he continued, “I know I’m not worthy of your forgiveness, but the whole time you were gone, I realized how big of a fool I was.”
Wrapping his free hand around her waist, Shota brought her closer to him. “I love you, Emi, more than anything. I can’t live without you, and I want no one else to be my wife other than you. It’s all up to you on whether or not we stay together, but I figured it would be best if I apologized to you in person.”
Shaking her head, Emi looked away. “Why the hell are you here when you have school going on, Shota? I’m not that important…”
Clenching his jaw, Shota dictated everything out for her. It sure wasn’t going to be easy, but she would find out eventually. “I quit.” Getting slapped across the face, Shota stood there in shock. “What was that for?” he questioned her.
“You stupid, idiot!” Emi yelled furiously. “You’re so dumb sometimes! Seriously! How dense can you be?”
Taking a deep breath, Shota interjected her by raising his hands. “Let me explain myself, Emi.” With her quieting down, he explained himself. “With you being gone, I struggled with everything, Emi. I couldn’t function. It was that bad… I couldn’t even tell Eri the truth about what happened because I was so ashamed of myself and how I ruined her life probably.” Glancing down, he took a short pause before speaking again. “It wasn’t fair of me for me to treat anyone how I did, which made me realize that I had to get you back or at least follow you, Emi. Maybe part of it was the part that I screwed up by accusing you having ruining our lives together along with Eri’s when it was mine. There’s a lot to be said. The main reason why I quit was because of Nezu. I was only going to take a few weeks off when I discovered that you two were working together. I don’t know what it is or what you’re doing, but for him to be lying behind my back and act like he didn’t know anything about where you were was cruel. I couldn’t deal with my boss taking away my future bride away from me. These last two weeks have made me realize a whole lot. I’m sure; we can survive with me still being an underground hero, anyway. I know you’re probably not happy about me quitting, but it was my choice Emi, just like how I came over here for you.”
Looking him up and down, Emi retorted, “Wow. You’re finally admitting you’re wrong for once or you’re in the wrong at least. I have influenced you some.” Smiling, she teased him, “Looks like I’m still going to be the one hanging in there, waiting for you to realize that I’m always right finally.” Winking, she closed her eyes and gave him a big smile.
Rolling his eyes, he grunted, “Okay. I’m guessing we can discuss the rest of this tomorrow since it seems like you’re willing to move forward about this.”
Pursing her lips, Emi gave him a wide grin. Jumping into his arms, she leaned forward to kiss his cheek but was tricked when Shota shifted his head some to meet her lips with his. Breaking away, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You win this time, Shota. Tomorrow, I’m going to get you back.”
Smirking, Shota walked to her room, hoping to go to bed. “I’m sure; I’ll enjoy it either way.”
Setting her mouth into a thin line, Emi thought carefully on how to reply to him. “Go to the guest bedroom. For some reason, there’s one there. I don’t want to bother Eri.” With Shota listening to her, they went to the bedroom to rest after a long day for Shota and Eri anyway, plus Emi could use some rest as well. “Don’t bet on that! I’ve learned how to cunning and sinister, minster.”
Letting her down, they both climbed into bed. Clenching his jaw, Shota didn’t find himself able to believe such a thing. “I doubt that.”
Jumping on top of him, Emi cuddled him in her arms. “You think whatever you, Shota, but we know who the real MVP will be in the end.”
Groaning, Shota confronted her, “Stop trying to be cool, Emi. It’s honestly got cringy sometimes.”
Crackling, Emi gave him a small peck on his lips. “Never!” Adjusting herself so that she could get comfortable, she wrapped her arms around Shota, embracing him. “Goodnight, love. I hope you enjoy spending the rest of your life with me. There’s no turning back now. You’re stuck with crazy old me!”
Softly laughing to himself, Shota rested his hands on her back, embracing her as firmly as he could, so he could make sure she was real. “Goodnight, kitten.” He replied, kissing her forehead.