He was just nervous and overwhelmed. That’s why Saku was causing all these feelings. It was just cold feet and nothing more. He was fine. 

The moment he saw Saku again, all the feelings came back. 

It couldn’t be a mere coincidence that Saku was there, back in his world right before Suzu made the biggest decision of his life. 

Things like this happened for a reason, right?

“…Vous exagérez. Je rentrerai bientôt, soyez patient. Oui. Oui, oui. Je te mettrai à jour plus tard. Au revoir.”

Saku hung up his phone, rolling his eyes from whatever was said on the other line. Suzu just stared at him, in awe. 

“You speak French?”

“And a handful of other languages. I wanted to learn other cuisines and figured it would be best to learn from recipes in their original languages. So I learned a few.”

“You never cease to surprise me,” Suzu said in wonder and not as someone who was getting married in a matter of hours. 

“I like to keep things interesting, Suzu-kun,” Saku said with a wink that definitely made Suzu feel things he should not be feeling. 

Then Saku leaned on the bar and let out an exasperated sigh, “But I swear to god if I’m stuck in this place for much longer I will actually go insane. Like, I’ll fucking snap.”

And then Suzu spoke without letting his brain do anything thinking, “Come with me then.”

Saku looked up, staring at Suzu in surprise, “What?”

“I, um, I’m going to rent a car and drive to the station. Try and make it that way. You could come with me?” 

The redhead stared at him intently and for a much longer time than Suzu anticipated. Right when Suzu was going to take the offer back, Saku shrugged, tossed back the rest of his glass, and then stood up.

“Sure, why not. I can always have my luggage picked up at Narita whenever a plane does get there. But ah, doesn’t driving to the station and taking the train mean you are so not going to make it in time? We’re like what…15 hours away from Tokyo even with the train?”

Suzu shrugged, “He insisted that arrangements could be made to push things back a few hours, plus there’s a chance there won’t be any flights leaving until tomorrow anyway.” 

Saku raised a brow, “The universe is sending you some weird signs, hm?”

“Let’s just get going, ok?” 

And that was how, thirty minutes later, Suzu was in a car with his ex-boyfriend. It was completely surreal. He gripped at the wheel some, half paying attention to what Saku was talking about—something social media related, he thinks—and tried not to overthink his situation.

But how exactly had he gone from trying to get to his wedding to spending the next few hours in a car with his ex?

And not just any ex. 

No, Saku had been his first love too. 

Saku had been the one relationship he regretted ending. 

He gripped the wheel harder when he realized that the last thought was something he had never actually admitted. 

God, he had so many unresolved feelings. Why did they have to come up now?

His timing really was abysmal. 

What he needed to do was just ignore it all. Push it down. Because he was going to commit to Jiro, he wasn’t going to throw it all away.