SCENERIOS, HEADCANNONS, AND BEST OF ALL, LOTS OF FLUFF AND LEMONS!!!

133※ France--Aran Ojiro *Excite*

Aran never thought it would be this way. 

Aran never thought he'd end up like this.

Aran never thought the Miya twins would do this.

Aran never thought his life would turn such a different corner.

Aran never thought he'd get kidnapped and sent to France.

Albeit, France was definitely a place he had his eye on to visit before he died, but not like this. He wanted to enjoy the planned experience for himself and maybe with a significant other, but now he's lost, hungry, and with no clean clothes but his own. Hell, he doesn't even know french!

He was just glad he was lost in a relatively safe-looking area. A sign he had been able to differentiate as a street sign that was passed by earlier read the word 'Marseille' in bolded letters.

Now, it wasn't all that bad though. There were actually quite a bit of international signs around and everywhere he went there were delicious smells and bright lights. At the least, he won't feel weird walking around at night.

The idea, though, of how he even ended up in France was weird and almost felt like a fever dream. His two favorite twins had been pestering him about traveling internationally since they knew that's what he wanted.

However, when they learned he didn't have the money for travel they decided to take matters into their own travel. All it really took was a boat ferry and a good car. But it's not like Aran even remembers this personally, he was unconscious for the gist of it all.

He only knows this because of the letter and crumpled map that was stuffed into his pocket he found upon waking up.

A gleam of light strained the corner of his eye and he stopped walking to stare at it. He was on a large stone bridge that dreamily overlooked the vast ocean. He guessed it was the Mediterranean he was above. The dark blue sky had hues and reflections of the starry lights behind him.

Of everything here, the ocean reminded him most of Japan. He let out a calm sigh and watched his white breath dissipate into the cold winter night.

" It's beautiful, isn't it." An accent from beside him. And, another puff of white breath mixed into his own.

He turned his head to meet the h/c hair of someone. They were faced towards the sea as he admired the glints of color in their eyes. They were wearing blue jeans under a black trenchcoat with a cream scarf and matching loafers. He liked this style.

" Yes, it is." 

The person glanced at him once before returning to the sky, their head high up in the clouds.

" You don't like to talk, do you?" They asked curiously.

"...I'm not very good at English or French." He lied.

" I think your English is very good. At least, better than mine. See? I still have an accent."

Aran like the sound of their accent; how each word would sound a little sharper than without an accent, and how they would tilt their head after every few words. He found it adorable.

" I probably have an accent, too. I was more of a math person in school, so I didn't care that much about learning English. Bad decision now that I think about it."

" Well, I'm sure learning it would be very easy for you if that's your 'bad' English. " Their laugh gave a ripple of goosebumps to his tan skin. Very different from the goosebumps of the cold air.

" Are you not cold?" They asked with a kind smile. "You are in a sleeveless shirt and it's around 4 degrees out here."

(4℃= 39.9℉ so yeah its hella cold)