Yamato didn’t think he would ever see you again. You were just a friend of a friend, someone who he had only seen from a distance before you guys hooked up—he couldn’t even remember your name, for fuck’s sake.

The universe must’ve hated Yamato, though, since you two just so happened to go to the same college. And got put in the same English class. And got forced to work on a project together.

And now, you two were sitting across from each other, stewing in awkwardness. Yamato couldn’t take it.

“Uhh… hey.” He greeted sheepishly.