#fruit stand scene

[toomanyacorns]

"Fruit" Goncharov, 1973

#Im barely inhaling #i love these two with all of my gay little soul #I LOVE the symbolism of the pomegranate and the apple #it makes me ascend my physical form #goncharov #goncharov 1973 #goncharov art #goncharov katya #goncharov sofia #fruit stand scene

[missbananarose]

In Goncharov (1973), Sofia Ambrosini’s backstory is that she was an orphan and raised by nuns. Her prosthetic leg is a result of Italian economic riots after World War Two. Why was her family not around, and why were nuns her guardians? The answer has to do with World War Two. Sofia was born into a French Jewish family and given to Italian nuns for protection from the Nazis.

Named after a town in Italy, the Assisi Network was an Italian secret organization that kept Jewish people safe. 26 monasteries and convents were used as hiding places. The Nazis took power after 1943, once Mussolini was arrested. Just after the power shift, Sofia’s family sent her to live with the Poor Clares in the Monastero di San Quirico in Assisi. The Poor Clares were an order of nuns that cared for women and children. Secret grottos under the convent served as hiding places for refugees. Sofia became very good at staying quiet and being stealthy. On June 16, 1944, Assisi was liberated. The Germans in Italy surrendered to the Allies on May 2 1945. By September 1945, Sofia felt safe enough to travel back to Naples. Her family had moved there from France in 1930. When she arrived, her family was missing. She returned to Assisi and the Poor Clare nuns. As an adult, by the time of the film, she has begun to live in Naples again. She still keeps an eye out for her family, and has possibly found Mario, her long-lost brother.

Sofia was Romani-coded in the novella. It’s probable that the Assisi Network would have been similarly helpful. I believe that she was Jewish-coded in the 1973 film.

During one scene, Sofia lights a candelabra with three candles and two peacock motifs on a Friday evening. The candelabra looks like this photo. This isn’t her introduction scene, but it is in the first half of the film. Sofia sits in the kitchen of her house, in front on the table. She lights the candles at 4:26 pm, as shown on the small clock beside the candelabra. She waves a hand over her eyes. These shots depict Sofia lighting candles for Shabbat, the weekly day of rest in Judaism. It starts Friday evening and ends Saturday evening. Shabbat candles have to be lit about 20 minutes before sunset. Generally, two candles are lit, but more are possible. Sofia lights the middle candle first, the shamansh, or “helper” in Hebrew. She uses the shamansh to light the left and right candles afterwards. Sofia has her dinner. Later on, red light from the sunset is shown over the white candles. The red and white colors foreshadow the red blood over Katya’s white dress later on. The end of the day is also part of the passage of time. It’s not explicitly stated that it is Shabbat, but it is clear that it is Friday. Sofia knows what the candles mean.

The two peacocks on the candelabra relate to the theme of pairs within the film. Goncharov and Katya are meant to be a couple, but form their own separate relationships. Andrey and Goncharov are caught up in their romantic tension. Katya and Sofia have a friendship that starts to become romantic.

Sofia could maintain some Jewish customs, but not all of them. She could light Shabbat candles, but not keep strict kosher. If she’s Jewish, the fruit stand scene maintains religious themes with apples and figs. Genesis is part of the Torah (for Judaism) and the Old Testament (for Christianity).

#goncharov #sofia ambrosini #italy #jews and judaism #world war 2 #unreality #shabbat #childhood #possibly canon but also a good scene idea #fruit stand scene

[goncharovsource]

god i love how goncharov uses seasons to add to the narrative. the flashbacks that take place in an unusually warm Moscow summer and autum. the version of le train d’hiver that plays during the train station scene during the first time we see snow in italy in the present day gives me chills. the way the fruit stand scene and the apples represent fall, death, endings, the coming cold. the snow during the bridge scene. the literal tagline ‘winter comes to naples’ like exactly. exactly. death follows wherever goncharov goes because he’s trapped in this cycle and he’s also driving the cycle himself. ough

#that said it is not a christmas movie -_- i will die mad about it #goncharov #symbolism #goncharov 1973 #unreality #fruit stand scene #bridge scene

[sadexcitedcorvid-art]

"Temptation, Sofia, is the one sin worth dying for."

#goncharov #unreality #katya goncharov #katya x sofia #fruit stand scene

[kittyofinsanity]

[enters IMGflip] [emerges 3 hours later with Goncharov (1973) and The Goncharov Trilogy book series memes] Please appreciate what I do for you with nothing more than a vague recollection from reading the books as a teenager and only recently finding out there was an entire movie made from them, apparently.

#Goncharov (1973) #Goncharov 1973 #martin scorsese #Goncharov Trilogy #goncharov books #goncharov #andrey #katya #mario ambrosini #ice pick joe #goncharov/andrey #katya/sofia #goncharov memes #my mission with this contribution #is to make the fruit stand scene #be about apples and pomegranates #and ice pick's backstory be #at least in part #about a family fire #memes #unreality #books #movies

[monsterhospital]

#goncharov #goncharov (1973) #fruit stand guy #the apple scene #gonchrey #unreality

[takiki16]

A Fine Chain

UPDATE: Chapter 17/?

Fandom: Jupiter Ascending

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Beta: @gallifreyburning

Relationships: Jupiter Jones/Caine Wise

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Light Dom/sub, Power Imbalance, Royalty, Slavery, Collars, Leashes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don’t copy to another site, Dark

Summary: Caine Wise, disgraced ex-Skyjacker and convicted criminal, is suddenly inducted into the service of the enigmatic Queen Nea-Seraphi, mysterious new Recurrence and puzzle to the Entitled social circle. While figuring out the boundaries of his new station, worrying about his old commander, and nursing old wounds from his court martial, Caine finds himself slowly being drawn into the confidence of his royal employer. What could Her Majesty possibly want with a defective splice?

from @had-just-ten-hours-training: on the link between royalty and bees:

"This would seem to have been King Lalibela, whose early infancy provides yet another mysterious link with Rennes-le-Château and the Arcadian Treasure. A prodigious swarm of bees surrounded his cradle and his mother called out "Lalibela!" which meant literally that the bees recognized his supremacy. The bee was also a vitally important Merovingian symbol, and the Merovingians are inextricably intertwined with the Arcadian Treasure of Rennes. King Childeric's burial place, for example, held a 'swarm' of 300 golden bees surrounding the royal body."

#jupiter ascending #a fine chain #ja fic #ja fanfic #caine wise #jupiter jones #BEES #that scene where jupiter stands in stinger's garden surrounded by sunlight and a swarm of bees is one of my favorites #it just so specifically encapsulates an emotion #also: WE MUST NOT LOOK AT GOBLIN MEN WE MUST NOT EAT THEIR FRUITS

[charismaquark]

Finally watched Goncharov (1973) and while I’m not generally into mafia movies... the Fruit Stand Scene???!!!

THIS LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY MIND NOW.

Katya gives Sofia the apple. Sofia hands Katya the pomegranate. The Eve-Persephone parallels (women whose destinies changed irrevocably after being tricked into eating a piece of fruit) are SPECIFICALLY invoked. But the real question is, which one is which?

The framing of the scene suggests that Sofia is Eve (about to lose her sense of innocence and be inducted into the knowledge of evil), and that Katya is Persephone (trapped by a marriage that binds her forever to the (criminal) underworld). Except, that also makes no sense because we don't see them eat the fruit. How could they reap the consequences for an action they didn't actually take?

I would argue that it's not about the fruits they RECEIVE... it's about the ones they OFFER. The fruits they have already eaten, and been doomed by.

Sofia doesn't need to learn about evil. She lost her whole family. She knows enough about evil already. And Katya doesn't need to be bound to anything, when her own choices have left her so deeply entrenched.

"That’s the first lesson. Always blame the Devil for your crimes." (0:15:24)

Katya is Eve. Katya got roped into this mess a long time ago and has so many regrets now that she understands what it all means. Katya plays her piano in the room next to a murder, not because she doesn't know what's going on, but because she DOES. Katya wishes more than anything that she could turn back the clock to some idyllic time before her daughter died, before she joined the mafia, before she ever had to steal a purse or put a gun to a man's head. She tries so hard to end that cycle of violence... and it doesn't work. It was never going to work. The Apple of Eden isn't part of a cycle; it's just the beginning of the story.

"Don’t you dare speak to me about Cosenza." (1:20:41)

Sofia is Persephone. Sofia is constantly arguing that murder isn't necessary- but she also nearly drowns Katya, and shows a bizarre fascination with death when Katya threatens her with the knife. Sofia is linked to nature (the green dress, the sunset motif, the vase of flowers in her first scene) but in paltry, disconnected ways (her dress has metal buttons, the sunsets are over the city, the flowers are halfway to wilting). Sofia is part of a cycle; moments of happiness and joy, interspersed and defined by recurring instances of death and violence. Her childhood in WW2. The incident where she lost her leg. Whatever happened that made her learn how to use a gun. Her whole bloodied dynamic with Katya now. But Sofia CAN escape... for a time. She can walk away from the violence and have her summer in the sunlight. At least until tragedy strikes again.

Which makes the ending of the movie really bittersweet. Sofia sails away on the boat (Charon's Ferry, making a reverse trip across the River Styx). And the scene closes as the first snowflakes start to fall. Winter comes to Naples, because spring follows Persephone when she leaves.

How long until she comes back?

#goncharov #haven't seen any other scorsese films so idk if he's into deep mythology takes or if i'm reading too much into this #i think a whole other essay could be written on the symbolism that happens when you start shipping them #and wondering why they were trying to SHARE the fruits #but i am not qualified to write that #katya may understand evil but i don't think she comprehends good #like girl really. shooting paolo and then yourself isn't going to break the cycle #classic revenge plot mistake #did anyone else think it was a little unclear whether she actually died or not??? #i think it's more thematic if she survives but i can see the counterpoints #so maybe it was meant to be ambiguous idk #this feels like a stretch but... could her iconic scarf represent a serpent whispering into her ear? #i think there's also a lot to be read into the 'trusting your husband' sermon and why katya's really off-balance but sofia isn't #if you contrast eve-adam and persephone-hades relationships #and that's not even getting INTO the second fruit stand scene oh my is that a lot to unpack #have not reached any solid conclusions on that meta #sofia is the best character change my mind

[mistressaccost]

#just a little something to remember this special time #had to commemorate sofia and katya’s iconic food stand scene #but the fruit is about to rot bc time is running out #coorte gets it!! #goncharov

[bloodsoakeddoodles]

They pair nicely, considering

#Doodles #Pajama Sam #Florette #Luke Wigglebig #Flukette #More ship art because I can't be stopped lol #Does this count as OC x Canon? No I don't know those cake pop ladies I swear I've never met them in my life #They're just one-off designs for the purpose of showing off Luke's reactions lol don't mind them #They are cute tho #Thinking about Hitch of all things - the scene where he's teaching Albert the correct hand placement to be flirty but not skeezy lol #Luke's totally a gentleman don't even worry about his lurid past lol #Something something being respectful because he doesn't know what else to do with the culture shock lol #Florette's just having a nice time good for her haha #Kiss ♥ They have a pretty incredible height difference considering she's standing and he's laying down lol #Cute and fuzzed out about it ♪ I just like kisses to be enjoyable for everyone :3 #And then not quite Getting™ what their partner tastes closest to lol - unusual flavours for both of them! #Personally I see Luke as cotton candy flavoured - not bubblegum >:P and not any fruit flavour just pure sugar haha #It's very unusual for Florette! She's familiar with fruits even if she's not That close with them #And technically Luke does know about unsweetened candies like cocoa powder which is derived from plants but still not it! #This clearly requires more testing lol #And finally a sitting in one's lap ♪ Luke is drowning in florets! Oh no ♪ #There's also something cute about both of them having just one leg-like appendage #Just imagining swinging their whole body like a leg over the edge of a seat haha #Silly ♪

[marshmallowsocial]

You know, knowing Tumblr and how they are with media (see: everything Supernatural), I went into Goncharov (1973) expecting the homoeroticism level to be far lower than y'all fucks were talking about.

Never have I been so happy to be wrong.

#i mean #the fruit stand scene???? #AUGH #goncharov #goncharovposting #unreality

[a-lizard-in-disguise]

#goncharov 1973 #unreality #i made this bc i was telling my sister about the fruit stand scene with katya and sofia #and she speedwalked into her room without looking at me and shut the door 😔

[echothelover]

There's a lot of old shoujo couples that didn't stand up to time for me, but kyohru is IT

#the way she taught him how to nondestructively express emotions #while HE TAUGHT HER how to stand up for herself and admit when shes not happy #they invented love #fruits basket #kyohru #xander's personal rambles #literally its all about the scene near the end of season one where she holds him in his true form and admits that shes scared

[ao3commentoftheday]

character-centric stories you can write in 1K or less

where did they get that shirt they wear in that one scene?

what is their typical morning routine?

what song got stuck in their head when they were in the grocery store just now and how do they feel about that?

what would happen to a houseplant in their care?

they're talking a 5 hour flight in economy class and they paid to choose their seat - which one do they go for?

how do they achieve a fully-assembled piece of IKEA furniture?

how would they deal with a malfunctioning computer?

what gives them ASMR - and is it a pleasant or unpleasant feeling?

what helps them fall asleep at night?

how do they behave when they have a bad cold? allergies? a migraine?

they have accidentally caused a fire - how did they do it and how do they react to it?

they are at the club - is this a good situation for them?

what is their opinion of street performers?

which social media platform(s) they use and which they hate

how do they feel about the idea that the tomato is a fruit?

where do they stand on Pluto, vis a vis its planetary status?

what would they do for a Klondike bar?

what kink did they learn about by accident on the internet, and they don't have it but they get it

who is their celebrity crush?

who is their small-time personal nemesis, separate from any big bad in the show (think neighbour, coworker, mail carrier etc.) and why do they hate them so much?

what is the last greeting card they bought? what occasion, who did they give it to, and what was the message inside?

what have they been putting off forever, even though it will only take 10 minutes?

[inkskinned]

will you be enough for her, though. little slip child. you hated every time you had to scream to be heard, so you stopped screaming. it feels so fucking demeaning, 16 and shivering, saying please! father! look at me! and having him say in a minute sweetie.

online they're back to making fun of self-harm scars. isn't that funny. we have dropped the silver pretense of empathy and are walking around without any shred of humanity.

are you still shouting? how can anybody love you, then, siren. error signal. your voice so quiet and desperate. nobody is going to help you, stop begging. how can anybody actually look down at you without squashing you flat. oh, darling. you once bit into the back of your hand to stop from crying out, and discovered that it felt too dramatic for repeating.

people like you aren't supposed to cry, because you are too much. you have never meant to, but you take the air out of a room just by walking in. other people can take up room like a sunbeam. you blurt out all your wickedness in oilslicks, everyone can feel it. you slosh yourself over their hands and demand their flinch. you are a bone stuck in the throat.

be more beautiful, more perfect. if you can earn it, they won't abhor you. they might even tolerate you, if you turn the right way and never stand up straight.

but love? her life is a silver fish, a cat paw. your life is a long, thin, impossible desire - angry like a blade. your life is a crack in the floortile. you cannot bring your rotted fruit heart into the church of her hands. you will ruin her. you will overtake everything good for her.

or worse - you will have to beg her look at me. and that moment of desperation will ruin you forever. completely.

deleted scene from body's a bad monster, 9.24.2024

#neg #writeblr #spilled ink #i was clearly in a bad place while writing it but i promise it ends happy

[satoruxx]

SWEET SNACKS.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader | 2.3k words

✧ SUMMARY: tooth rotting fluff, meet cute, battles with inanimate objects, reader's got exams bc i have exams, satoru's whipped af (as usual), sorry i love writing him as a simp, reader is also whipped bc this is gojo satoru, bonding over snacks !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: if you saw me tryna post this yesterday no you didn’t. this was supposed to be a quick drabble oops. but it's finals week so i'm offering this piece of fluff to maintain sanity and gush over the meet cute i will never have. if y’all are also dealing with finals, i'm wishing you the best !!

satoru strolls down the bustling streets with a quiet hum, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets to keep them away from the bite of the cold breeze. his boots crunch against the thin layer of melting ice that has formed overnight, now warming under the cold afternoon sun that coyly hides behind gray clouds.

honestly, he wasn't the biggest fan of weather like this, and he wouldn't have stepped out on any other day. but one meeting with the higher ups had his mood souring, and shoko had suggested he take a walk, maybe grab something to eat.

he knew better than to argue with her, especially since she could somehow read him better than most people could—scary.

so here he was, trudging down the streets of tokyo with his hat pulled over his ears, cheeks pink from the frosty air as it dances across his skin. despite the weather, satoru thinks there's something oddly peaceful about the city, the quiet chatter and sounds of boots scuffing against pavement as he turns a corner to head to the nearby vending machines he's frequented so many times.

the peace is broken by an annoyed grunt, and satoru looks up.

"are you serious?" another irritated groan. "of all the days…"

he takes in the scene with interest.

even with all the anger that he's not quite understanding, he thinks you're so undeniably pretty—puffy jacket hugging your body and the warm scarf resting around your neck. your brows are furrowed, exasperation tugging your features into expressions that shouldn't look so endearing.

you groan again, slamming your curled fist against the glass of the vending machine—frustration ticks at your brow.

and why wouldn't it?

nothing was going your way today. it had already started off badly, the atmosphere filled with gloom that made it impossible to want to leave bed. but you had to force yourself to miserably extract your body from the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows that urged you back with a siren's call—a promise of comfort that looked all too enticing.

and then, when you finally did manage to drag yourself to the library to sit down and study, nothing was sticking. you read through paragraphs over and over until your head was spinning, dizzy with information that wouldn't absorb, and that fact is nothing if not disheartening. the impending quickness with which your final exams were approaching made you feel even sicker, so you decided to take a twenty minute break to grab a drink from the nearby vending machines.

but of course, even that couldn't just work out.

satoru watches you stand in front of the machine with a glare, before you're shoving your weight against it, huffing as it remains in place and hoping that at least one of your efforts will prove to be fruitful. he's talking before he can help himself.

"hey, you need some help?"

you turn to face the owner of the voice, finding cerulean eyes behind black shades that so directly contrast the white of his snowy hair. he's tall—abnormally so as he peers down at you with curiosity and a bit of mirth.

you think you've never seen a man so handsome in your life.

then you remember he's asked you a question, and you attempt to swallow down the unnecessary nerves that have taken root in the pit of your stomach. "oh, my uh…my drink got stuck," you reply somewhat lamely, cheeks heating up under his gaze as you think about how utterly ridiculous you must've looked to passersby.

satoru's eyes travel from your face to the machine, noticing the way your drink of choice is stuck in a frozen free fall against the glass and the rack. he sighs in exasperation. "tried hitting it?" he asks, walking closer to stand next to you and take a closer look, even though he knows the answer already.

you're not sure what it is, but this man exudes a certain energy—confidence that leaks through his very skin. it makes you feel like you have no right to be standing this close to him, but all he does is smile at you patiently, waiting for an answer.

so you nod, brows ticking again as the dull throbbing in your fist reminds you of how you had lost the battle with the greedy machine. "yeah, i've been hitting it for the last ten minutes. didn't budge," you sigh, checking your phone to see that there are only a little over five minutes remaining for your quick break. "what a waste of time and money."

satoru watches you shrug helplessly, smiling up at him. "oh well—"

he takes two long strides until he stands right in front of the machine, grips the edges, and shakes it hard.

satoru can feel you gape at him, at the unfiltered display of strength, and the unbothered expression on his face that tells you it didn't faze him. you hadn't been able to move the machine even an inch.

his powerful movements earn you a tell tale thunk, and your heart leaps in excitement as he bends down to push his hand through the slot and pull out your drink. he returns to his full height, an easy smile on his face as he turns around and hands it to you.

"thank you." your voice comes out breathless, a weird kind of excitement thrumming through your veins because it feels like you aren't supposed to know this man.

satoru's smile stretches further when your fingers graze his, taking the drink and popping it open eagerly. he watches you take a sip, oddly pleased with himself at the sheer joy on your face. he doesn't quite understand why this drink looks like it's made your day, but he doesn't ask because you look so sweet drinking it.

"how did you do that anyway?" you ask after you drink a little, curiosity so obvious in your tone. "i tried so hard to move it and it didn't budge at all."

satoru smothers a smile, fighting back the urge to say something stupid. instead he grins, cheeks warming a little under your eager stare. "guess i'm just strong."

you make a face, raising a brow with a playfully disbelieving expression as you cross your arms—to which satoru just laughs. "what's your name?" he asks.

you purse your lips, hiding a smile as you tuck your nose behind your scarf. you give him your name, almost shyly, and satoru tests it on his tongue. he decides he likes the flow, cocking his head as he replies with his own.

"satoru."

for once, the pressure of his last name doesn't permeate the air, and he's all too grateful for it. he turns around to approach the machine again, and he can feel your somewhat confused gaze on his back.

you watch as he stands there for a good minute, his back to you as he ponders the choices in the vending machine like they'll lead to life or death. then he shoves in a bill and clicks a few buttons, and within a couple of seconds, you hear the thud of two things falling.

he remains facing away from you for a few more seconds and then turns around, and you see that he's bought a chocolate bar and the same drink that you have in your hands. you raise a brow.

"well you did almost just lose your life trying to fight a vending machine for it," he says, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "figured it'd be good to try."

you sputter over your words, embarrassment crawling up your neck, but satoru laughs good-naturedly. his eyes shine with mirth as his shoulders relax. "i'm kidding." he stresses, smiling into the collar of his jacket. "but it does look good so…"

he opens the drink and takes a sip, eyes squeezing shut dramatically as he hums at the sweet flavors washing over his tongue. you suddenly feel like getting revenge for his unfiltered teasing.

"well?" you hum cheekily, taking a sip of your own and raising a playful brow. "taste good?"

satoru laughs—a full, pristine sound that makes him throw his head back. "yeah," he agrees easily, feeling oddly fond of the way your voice curls around your words. "it's sweet, i like it. you've got great taste."

somehow the words of this man you've met not five minutes ago cause the muscles of your heart to trip over themselves. you watch him peel open the candy bar, a brand that's unfamiliar to you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, unsure of where the confidence to speak up is coming from. a man like satoru—so unflinchingly ethereal—would normally have your lips zipping and throat muted.

he holds up the bar with a grin. "my favorite."

there's a pause, followed by your sheepish smile, and satoru gapes at you, cerulean widening so clearly behind a backdrop of white. he takes in your innocently confused expression and his ribcage shakes with thuds. "what, you've never tried it?!"

before you can even shake your head no, he's breaking off a piece and handing it to you.

"no, oh my goodness, it's yours—"

"take it." he pushes his hand closer to you, eyes staring imploringly, and you sigh, reaching up to take the piece from between his fingers. a graze of skin—he's warm.

"thank you." you slip the piece past your lips, not at all surprised by its sweetness and yet a little taken aback by its underlying comfort—a rush of warmth.

"good." you're nodding, smiling between chews as satoru's stomach flips. "really good."

he chuckles, all too triumphant for something so menial. "told ya."

you laugh, a quiet subdued sound that satoru wishes he could hear more of. "thanks for getting my drink out," you say. "i really needed it today."

"oh yeah?" he finds himself asking. "how come?"

you sigh, smile dropping as a bit of fatigue makes itself comfortable on your face. "ah well, i've got final exams this week. i've been studying like crazy. nothing's really sticking, and the closer i get to the exams, the more annoyed and stressed i get."

satoru hums, not envying you for a minute.

"so it kinda felt like a kick in the butt from the universe when the drink decided to not just…"

he laughs again, taking another piece of chocolate and chewing on it soundlessly. "i gotcha."

you grin, curling your fingers around each other to diffuse some warmth back into them. "yeah."

there's a silence that follows—not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. you take quiet sips of your drink, and satoru breaks off little pieces of the chocolate bar to chew on. his eyes linger on you, watching the way your lips curl around the bottle, the way your fingers rub against each other, the way the cold has settled into your nose and cheeks and made a home amongst your skin.

when you look up at him, he looks away, throat oddly parched. his fingers flex.

"here, the rest is for you," he says, pushing the half finished candy bar into your hands.

you shake your head immediately. "no way! you paid for it! besides isn't this your favorite snack?"

satoru shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin that looks too happy. "you liked it, didn't you?"

you nod, slowly, like you're confused at what he's getting at. "well then, enjoy the rest of it. i buy them all the time—i don't mind sharing this one."

you can't help the soft smile that graces your lips, looking up at him with an odd sense of gratitude and surprise—touched that someone could be so casually kind.

"then thank you," you laugh quietly, eyes fluttering against the gust of cool wind that tickles your skin. "i'll enjoy it."

satoru grins, uncharacteristically pleased—he won't ever admit it, but he's glad shoko told him to take a walk. he'll have to thank her when he gets back.

he clears his throat, offering you a small wave as he turns on his heel to head back to the school. "well then, see you around. good luck with your studies, yeah?"

you smile with a gentle nod, oddly rejuvenated after seeing bright blue eyes and snowy hair. "thank you."

and then he's disappeared into the crowds. you laugh to yourself quietly, looking down at your drink and the half-eaten candy bar nestled between your fingers. a part of you feels strangely forlorn, wishing that you had the guts or confidence to talk to him a little longer—ask a little more.

but you've never been good at that, so even just this small happiness you'll take in stride. you grin to yourself, shoving the drink into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

you begin walking back to the library, fingers breaking off pieces of the chocolate and savoring the sweetness on your tongue. somehow you didn't expect a man with such an imposing presence to enjoy simple sweet things like this, but that just makes you all the more fond of him.

by the time you've reached the entrance of the library, you're shoving the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, sighing as the doors of reality swing open once more. the meager slice of giddiness that enveloped your very being dissolves, and all the reminders of what's left to do come back to suffocate you.

you bite back a groan, about to throw the empty wrapper in the trash when something catches your eye. you double-take, peering down at it with wide eyes and rapidly heating skin. there are a set of numbers scrawled there, along with a haphazardly written message:

in case you need someone to fight another vending machine for you -satoru <3

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