The cicadas hummed lazily outside as Y/N sat in her small kitchen, the warm scent of ramen filling the air. She let out a sigh, stirring the noodles absently. Summer break felt endless without him. No phone call, no text could compare to actually having Satoru Gojo by her side.

But she would wait. Because loving him meant understanding that distance was just temporary.

A knock on the door made her pause mid-bite. She frowned, confused. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Setting down her chopsticks, she padded over and pulled the door open.

Her breath hitched.

There he was—Satoru.

Dressed in his usual casual but effortlessly cool attire, his silver-white hair tousled from travel, and his signature sunglasses perched on his nose. But what caught her attention were the things in his hands—a bouquet of (your favorite flowers), their scent sweet and fresh, and a manga volume she instantly recognized. The very one she had been searching everywhere for.

For a second, she just stood there, lips parted in shock.

Then, his soft smile turned into a grin. “What? No dramatic, slow-motion run into my arms?”

Y/N blinked once before throwing herself at him, burying her face into his chest. “You idiot,” she mumbled, clutching onto his shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Satoru chuckled, wrapping his arms around her tightly, his chin resting on top of her head. “Because I wanted to see that cute surprised look on your face.” He pulled back slightly, tilting his head down to meet her gaze. “And I missed you. So, so much.”

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, taking the flowers and manga from his hands. “You even got me this… You remembered?”

“Of course, I did,” he said, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d cross the whole country just to bring you something that makes you smile.”