Saku leaned against Suzu, his eyes closing as he settled into what he considered a comfortable position. And he stayed like that for the trip. Suzu held onto him like he would never let go, he looked down and admired Saku, brushing hair from his face. 

How had it come to this? Why had the universe given him Saku back only to make it impossible for them to be together?

Well, maybe not impossible, but certainly as far from easy as one could get.

He thought back to Saku’s comment; that ending their relationship had been for the best. But had it? Who’s to say they wouldn’t have ended up better off? Who’s to say they wouldn’t be happier? They could have worked through their problems together, grown together, and cheered each other on. 

Suzu sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. 

Dwelling on what could have been wasn’t going to help anyone. It was just going to hurt them both all over again.

More than it already was. 

He closed his eyes and gave Saku a gentle squeeze—mostly to reassure himself that the redhead was still there, for now. 

They woke up to the announcement that the train had arrived in Tokyo. Saku sat up and stretched, looking a little better off than when they had started the journey. They waited for the other passengers to move past before Suzu offered Saku his hand and led him off the train. 

They didn’t let go as they walked through the station, heading towards the exit, but they also didn’t say anything. 

Because this was it. This was when they would part ways again. And somehow, it hurt worse than the first time. 

Suzu couldn’t let it end this way though. He couldn’t walk away from Saku again. 

“Saku I—”

“Suzu! There you are,” the sound of Jiro’s voice made Suzu freeze, instantly letting go of Saku’s hand. 

He turned and saw his fiancé walking towards them, a not-so-thrilled look on his face. 

“You were supposed to tell me when you got on the bullet train. Good thing I decided to check the schedule and come here anyway.”

Oh right. He hadn’t messaged Jiro since they left the airport. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. We had just barely made it to the station to board the train.”

Jiro glanced over at Saku, “We, huh?” his tone and expression were very clearly displeased. 

Saku held out his hand, “I’m, uh, Tsurugi Sakuya. Suzu and I were—”

“I know exactly who you are.”

Jiro reached out and pulled Suzu to his side, disregarding Saku’s hand. 

“If you’ll excuse us, we have to get going. The wedding guests have waited long enough.”