Aha, it took me a second to figure out how to comment here.
As soon as I started reading and hit the phrase persimmon tree I knew exactly how this fic was going to make me feel. I love the place details -- The bitter reek of cigarette smoke still hangs in the air, testament to the relative safety of this spot -- and Yukari's memories of the month of amnesia. The memory of her own scorn is bitter in her throat, like the acrid remnants of smoke. So good. (I laughed at the How to Become Mitsuru Kirijo in One Year or Less part, though.)
Junpei and Yukari and the Minako-sized space between them break my heart.
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As soon as I started reading and hit the phrase persimmon tree I knew exactly how this fic was going to make me feel. I love the place details -- The bitter reek of cigarette smoke still hangs in the air, testament to the relative safety of this spot -- and Yukari's memories of the month of amnesia. The memory of her own scorn is bitter in her throat, like the acrid remnants of smoke. So good. (I laughed at the How to Become Mitsuru Kirijo in One Year or Less part, though.)
Junpei and Yukari and the Minako-sized space between them break my heart.