College Drama. ( Nobita X Dekisugi )
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The city was quiet outside, the hum of distant cars and soft rustling of leaves filling the air.
Dekisugi sat on his bed, staring out the window at the glowing streetlights, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of his notebook.
His mind wasn’t on the essay he was supposed to write.
Instead, it drifted back — years ago, to a moment frozen in time
Flashback – Elementary School, Late Afternoon
The playground was bathed in golden sunlight.
Nobita had just confessed.
young nobita
Dekisugi… I like you.
Dekisugi’s heart had stopped.
For two years, he’d quietly admired Nobita from afar — the boy’s clumsy smile, his endless kindness, the way he laughed at the smallest things.
But love? Real love? He had no idea what that meant.
He stared at Nobita, shocked, confused, and scared.
Without a word, he turned and ran.
Breathless, Dekisugi pushed open the front door.
His parents stood in the living room, luggage packed and stacked neatly by the door.
His mother’s eyes were gentle but firm.
dekisugi mom
Hidetoshi, we leave tomorrow morning. Everything’s ready.
A heavy weight settled on his chest.
His feelings tangled with fear and guilt.
He had to tell Nobita — but how? What would he say?
Dekisugi sprinted down the street, heart pounding in his ears.
He reached Nobita’s house and knocked urgently.
Nobita’s mother opened the door, surprised
young dekisugi
Is Nobita home? I have to tell him something — important.
nobita's mom
I’m sorry, he and Doraemon went out a while ago. They won’t be back tonight.
Dekisugi’s throat tightened.
He returned home, alone.
The quiet walls echoed his loneliness.
The next morning, everything changed.
Boxes. Goodbyes. The feeling of slipping away from everything familiar.
Dekisugi clenched his fists.
Dekisugi Hidetoshi
I ran because I was scared. Because I didn’t know how to be loved, or how to love in return.
He swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper.
Dekisugi Hidetoshi
I should’ve stayed. I should’ve told him how I felt too.
His gaze drifted to the photo taped on his desk — a faded picture of him and Nobita, taken years ago, both smiling awkwardly.
Dekisugi Hidetoshi
But I was just a kid. And I was too afraid to lose him forever.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of regret and hope mingling inside.
Dekisugi Hidetoshi
I’m here now. I won’t run again.
He closed the notebook and stood up, determination settling in his bones.
Tomorrow, he would face Nobita. Not as the scared boy he once was, but as someone who finally understands what it means to care — and to be cared for.
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