“My name is -” she says, and her voice is too loud. “Um, sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m Mitsuha Miyamizu.” She bows, short and awkward. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But the stranger is looking at her curiously. Mitsuha thinks he must be trying to figure out how he recognizes her; Mitsuha is trying to remember as well. “Your name must’ve slipped my mind, I guess,” he says, taking a step down towards her. “My name is Taki Tachibana.”

Mitsuha’s palm tingles, but the name brings nothing to mind. She thinks she would’ve remembered a man like him, someone who makes her feel like she’s known him all her life upon their first meeting.

“Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I’ve forgotten your name, too,” she says.

A story about forgiveness, second chances, getting over the wrong person at the right time, and moving on.

What’s more stressful than being a seventeen-year old model? Being a seventeen-year old model with a crush on a fan.

Mark first meets Erica at a party.

The reporters never asked him about N—it has never been about N, for them. White’s face is open and interested. Or, the AU where instead of searching for N, Black spends his post-championship at the Gear Station in Nimbasa City.

Haruka “everything’s better down where it’s wetter” Nanase giving cunnilingus and being fucking amazing at it.

She’s always dreamed of it, fucking a guy.

The monsters turned out to be just trees.

And sometimes, when they’re pressed under the covers, or hot against each other on top of the futon, he whispers it too, over and over again, and she waits for her palm to burn.

The days are waves in the sea.