𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒐 {Miya Atsumu}

~𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒¹-

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     My many luggage finally deposited, I headed for the small benches to wait for the announcement of my flight.
I put on my headphones and put on the first playlist I could get my hands on.
It was 11pm here so 6am in Japan. Bokuto should be awake by this time here for his morning jog. I then decided to send him a message.

"Hi, my flight is leaving in an hour. Be on time, I don't want to wait."

His answer came straight out.

"Three years since we haven't seen each other and you talk to me like that ? I'm sad Hina..."

I gave a small discreet smile and answered him.

"My dear Kotaro, could you be on time so that I can see you as soon as possible ?"

"I prefer that. I'll be there on time don't worry."

A second message arrived before I could even respond to the first.

"I can't wait to see you again. Have a nice flight miss."

A tear of joy rose to my eyes. Three years since I had seen my best friend and I missed him more than anything.
Kotaro and I had been best friends since we were five, we were even more like siblings than friends.
He had always supported me in my projects as I had always supported him in return.
He had managed to join a great Japanese volleyball team, he was proud to be able to live from his passion. Whereas I opted for France by joining a swimming team.
For years he and I trained each other.  He would accompany me to the municipal swimming pool to time my lengths and I would play volleyball with him whenever we had time.  To tell the truth, being a neighbor, we met almost every evening in the garden of my small family house in order to be able to play.
But it all ended when we graduated, he was spotted to join the MSBY Black Jackals while me, well me, had just decided to leave.
But we had both been equally happy for each other with our choices and despite these three years without seeing each other, we had not lost touch.

I closed my eyes to remember our good times together.
There had been the national tournament, where I had forced him to take me there so that I could support him. His best friend, Akaashi, assured me it would be okay but knowing Bokuto, I knew nothing could make him depress.
But frankly, I had never seen him happier than when he played his matches. Not once had his drama-queen tendencies got the better of him.  I mean, when he saw the karasuno match against Inarizaki. And frankly, he hadn't been wrong, it had been an exceptional match.  Bokuto had already praised me a lot about the two first years talents of this team and he was absolutely right because they were truly exceptional.

I opened my eyes when a voice came out of the speakers. My plane was ready for boarding.
I grabbed my big bag at my feet and dragged myself to the departure gate.
I was exhausted from the farewell party my teammates gave me. And on top of that, I had a couple of hours of lengths this morning, after that drunken night. Bad idea, the alcohol that I had ingested there had failed to come out in the chlorinated water.

There were a lot of people waiting to get on the plane, there were more Japanese than French but I was to expect that.

"Bonsoir, I'm Abe Hina." I say in wobbly French to the flight attendant.

She smiled at me and picked up my ID card that I handed her.
She always smiles back at me and wishes me a safe trip in perfect Japanese despite looking French.
She must have guessed that I was not from Paris but at the same time my head proved it. Despite my eyes, which were not as almond-shaped as those of the Japanese due to my father's Australian origins, my hair was quite straight and the black jay that had given me the nickname Karasu.
I had the darkest hair in the family as my mother was from generation to generation from Japan.

I got on the plane following the people in front of me. I settled into my seat wanting only to fall asleep. Fortunately, the flight lasted almost 12 hours and I could sleep the whole time.

Many minutes later, the plane is finally full and the plane is ready to take off.
I look in the small window one last time before falling asleep to the sound of the engine roaring.

Goodbye Paris.