It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
Might have a hard time reaching the pedals, can you put your feet where I tell you to?
She drives. She thinks distracting thoughts that she tries not to project too hard because it would be really embarrassing not to make it to his apartment first.
...She very firmly keeps her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes on the road instead of immediately turning around and hugging him and telling him it's alright but she thinks it at him.
He has no desire to get into a car crash and will keep as much of his emotions private as he can.
And then they are finally at his apartment building and she turns the car off and opens the door so they can get out.
I love you, she sighs happily, snuggling closer, her primitive hindbrain utterly convinced that her husband's arms mean absolute safety. It's really not your fault.
Oh, sweetheart.
I wish it hadn't taken so long but I'm here now and I'm fine and we have all the time in the world to make it right.
And then they're close enough to his apartment that she stops restraining herself, puts a hand in his hair and kisses him.
Are you fucking kidding me I went through puberty missing you I have been restraining myself from doing this since the first time I touched you at the park.
...Yeah.
She missed him so much but if she couldn't have him back anyway he shouldn't be hurting.
But it's okay now, I'm here now, I'm right here now.
They should find it before clothes start coming off because that's going to happen very soon.
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