And just as expected, two days after that brief conversation, Suga came downstairs on his way to the dining table and immediately stopped in his tracks, his mouth falling open at the sight before him.
The table was covered with strawberries, each one nearly the size of a small child's fist.
Zion wrapped his arms around Suga from behind.
"You like strawberries, don't you?"
He gently guided Suga forward until they stopped in front of the refrigerator. Zion opened the door, revealing shelves lined with mochi, bread, cakes, and every strawberry dessert that had appeared in the video Suga had watched the other day.
"How...?"
Suga didn't even know what words were supposed to come out of his mouth. He was genuinely dumbfounded.
How had all of this arrived so quickly?
The distance from the United States to Japan was anything but short. Even by plane, it took hours upon hours of travel.
"I told you it wasn't that difficult to buy something you wanted."
