Oh, sweet Lord. I love these two! And I miss this fandom a lot. How is everyone?



The last place she expected to see him was in a coffee shop.

Cliché as it was—honestly, it was like a Nicholas Sparks novel-turned-movie gone wrong—but she did. She was going over her thesis manuscript on an armchair in the corner of the café and he waltzed in, eyes and smile as bright as the morning sun in the dusky interior of the establishment.

It was half past six and she was simply taking her time to relax—she had flown in three days ago and was just seeing if anything's changed in the old neighborhood. It was safe to say that Funbari was still the same.

And when Yoh Asakura walked in, she couldn't have been more right.

He always ordered that weird orange-chocolate drink they had here—she never understood why, and God forbid she should want to—and this time, she guess correctly, wouldn't be any different. His spiky hair, jovial expression and oversized orange headphones around his neck were a familiar sight, and her lips curled involuntarily.

"Yoh," she called before she could stop herself, and his head turned to the direction of her voice almost in an instant. Her insides stilled, her heart pumping ice through her veins.

They melted and burst to life when he smiled his smile at her.


"How are you?" Yoh asked, leaning forward from the armchair in front of her, and Anna pressed her lips together.

"Good," she said simply, tucking her feet under her on the couch, and Yoh have a polite nod.

"That's good to hear," he said, and she handed him her manuscript. He took it with a grin. "What's this? Final paper?"

"Thesis," replied Anna, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. His eyes scanned the paper.

"Parapsychology?" he voiced out loud, face not betraying his amusement. "I never pegged you as someone who believed in such things."

Anna shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm working on it from a Jungian perspective."

Yoh nodded, the smile on his face never wavering. "Ah, the collective unconscious."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "I thought you majored in music."

He shrugged and handed the manuscript over to her. "I minored in psychology." She nodded, almost unfocused. He took a sip from his mug, and Anna cleared her throat.

"So how have you been?" Anna asked him, voice soft but audible over the light chatter and music of the café. Yoh shrugs in reply.

"Good. I've recently finished my paper on the correlation of positive psychology and the influence of music."

"Sounds interesting," Anna commented, and Yoh finished the last of his drink after a curt nod. A moment of awkward silence passed before Yoh threw a brave question into the air.

"Are you still single?"

Anna pressed her lips together. "Um."

Yoh looked at her—no, looked at her, and a glint passed over his eyes like a piercing glare that threatened to open her up and know all of her secrets. If she had any left to hide from him, that is.

Anna decided to tell the truth. "No." His face fell by the slightest. "No, I'm… not seeing anyone."

Yoh snorted. "I should've known you'd pull something like that on me, Anna."

She smiled at him. For him. "You know me too well."


Their table is littered with empty plates of pastries and sandwiches they ate over what Anna realizes to be two hours of spending her time in the café. Talking to Yoh.

From the armchair in front of her, he moved to sit next to her, arm around her and her head on his shoulder. It's like nothing changed.

And sometimes, she realized, it doesn't have to.


"We should have dinner?" he suggested, playing with her hair.

"We ate around three cakes, Yoh Asakura," she deadpanned, but doesn't move her head from its position on his shoulder. "Unless you're trying to make me fat, you—"

"Anna, you've never looked more beautiful," said Yoh, and she looks up at him, ready to retort.

His eyes held a fierceness in them as he looked at her, really looked at her, that told her he meant every word. His arm tightened around her slowly, gradually. He never broke eye contact, but he was hugging her, an arm around her waist, his other hand on her cheek.

"I missed you," was all he said, before he kissed her.


Part two of three, done!