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Cold Weather

Summary:

While in the hospital, Utena reflects on the things she misses from Ohtori, and how they link to a certain girl stuck in her mind.

Based on Cold Weather by Glass Beach!

(Edited this btw why the hell were there so many typos..)

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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I think I miss Ohtori…

I wondered as I lay in the blank, white hospital bed. It was often that I’d replay fond memories in my head, over and over, ever since I was admitted into the hospital a month ago, and today was no different.

I miss sports a lot. When can I leave the hospital?

This was usually the first thing I thought about when I thought of memories before the hospital. Athletics have always been my passion, and sports in particular are something I’ve missed.

I miss basketball. And baseball, and soccer was pretty fun too. And…

Dueling…

I’m still a bit frustrated to admit this, knowing I was just playing into a rigged game, but part of me still really missed dueling. Sports are always exciting too, but I think the weight of a sword— and successfully dodging being sliced left and right— made it that much more exciting. And, more than that, I missed having someone to protect… I missed having her to protect…

I miss eating delicious bento everyday. I’d never have taken it for granted if I knew I’d be surviving off of bland hospital food.

Of course, I missed school lunches too. I used to just bring a bread roll for lunch, but sometimes Wakaba made me lunches, insisting that a roll just wasn’t enough. Her cooking tasted amazing, and she always put so much care into decorating it. Though, honestly, there’s no food I miss more than shaved ice and yakisoba noodles…

It’s a little lonely here, too… I mean, the nurses are nice, but I really miss living in dorms.

I remember when me and Wakaba roomed together. We’d walk to and from the campus every day, and she’s so lively that I’d always cheer up seeing her after an exhausting day. Though, I do wish we had tea together more frequently, like me and…

Me and Anthy.

I thought about Anthy again, didn’t I? Everything reminds me of her…

Thinking about old memories in an attempt to stop myself from worrying about Anthy only made me think about her more.

I miss Anthy. More than sports, more than swordfighting, more than lunches, more than sharing a room or sipping tea or anything else I miss.

I didn’t miss Ohtori, I just missed you.

Notes:

I listened to Cold Weather for the first time a couple of months ago, and haven’t gotten the idea for an amv/pmv with it out of my head.
Although my writing skills fall much shorter than my art skills, and there’s still much I wanna rewrite about this, I wanted to force myself to write this since I had inspiration for it.
I also wanted to get out of my comfort zone of writing fluff fics, since that’s the majority of my utenanthy fics.
I’ve rambled long enough, thanks for reading!! 🫶