Remember Summer Days (a Kira Yoshikage x reader)

A Fresh Start

The year is 1999. It was late in the summer. Only a couple days ago you had impulsively bought a plane ticket to go back to your old hometown. Morioh. Morioh wasn't a very big town, it was more average-sized. It sat on an average-sized island that was surrounded by others. The only way to get there, that you could afford, was going to another island's airport and then taking the ferry from there to Morioh. So, here you were, looking out at the seemingly endless horizon of blue. The sun seemed to be setting. You looked down at your watch, subconsciously tapping your foot out of impatience and anxiety. Hopefully you won't get there too late.

Luckily, as if you seemed to manifest it, a loud scratchy voice came over the intercom on the ferry. The speakers seemed to be decades old and weren't helping you at all. "We must be getting close..." you said to yourself quietly as you looked out into the horizon in front of the bow of the ship. Yep, as you had thought, a large land mass seemed to be rising out of the water. Your heart began to beat faster and faster as the seconds passed. Then the seconds turned to minutes. You felt like you were going to pass out right there on the deck.

After what seemed like an eternity, the ferry finally sat quietly at the dock. You took your time retrieving your luggage. To be honest, you have nowhere to be. You were just happy to be there. You watched as the other passengers walked down the ramp. You saw several people embrace, hug, kiss, and everything like that. You couldn't help but feel your heart being tugged by the strings a little. You were thirty two years old, almost thirty three, and you had yet to experience any sort of actual relationship. Maybe your return to your home will bring some good fortune in love. You sighed and walked down to the dock. It was seven in the evening. You hoped there would at least be a hotel near here, you had no more will to walk around and search after all the traveling you had done during the day.

Passing the couples, avoiding even looking in their direction, you walked down the dock with your hand tightly clasped around the handle of your suitcase. You had no idea if you were going to move here again one day, but who knew. If a better opportunity shows up here then there's always a chance. You debated whether or not you should call a taxi. You were quite the cautious person and never really fully trusted strangers, you could be quite paranoid as your friends and family would say, but you weren't too crazy about it. After a couple more minutes of walking and your tired feet yelling up at you, you decided to call a taxi.

You were now sitting in the backseat of a taxi, leaning against the door. The streetlights glimmered all around you outside. You were completely silent the whole ride and luckily so was your driver. You two only spoke when it was time to leave and pay. There you stood on the sidewalk, suitcase in hand. A small breeze brushed past you. You sighed. The air was cool, it caused your lungs to feel just a little less work out. Turning around, you made your way into the small little hotel that stood before you. Cue the regular check-in routine. You hadn't chosen a fancy room, just a simple one-bedroom. Once you made it to your room, you wasted no time in tossing your bags to the side and laying down on the bed. You sighed. It had been a very long day of traveling and you were ready to sleep. At least, you thought you were.

Your stomach was not. Instead, it tumbled quite loudly. You need to get some food soon. Maybe a snack from the hotel? No, an actual meal might be best. You sighed. Rolling onto your front side, you debated if going out was even really necessary. Take-out could work. You picked up a small brochure that sat on the bedside table, flipping through it and finding a page with different restaurant choices. An Italian restaurant? It seemed to be on the other side of town...but you were definitely craving some sort of carbs. Pasta was never a bad choice. You decided to call the place. You weren't in the mood for anything fancy, just something you could eat quickly and fall asleep happily with. So you chose spaghetti. Simple.

Groaning, you rose to your feet once more and grabbed a small crossover purse to carry your wallet in to pay. You'd have to get a taxi. Great! More traveling.- You thought to yourself as you locked the door to your room behind you.

About twenty minutes later, you found yourself standing on the sidewalk in front of a rather decently sized restaurant. It seemed to have quite a bit of business, having been a Friday and late at night. The place seemed to be a popular place for couples. Very quiet and romantic. You did not have the energy to even look at them, only focused on the delicious food that would soon be presented to you. You reached the counter. "Uh- I'm looking for an order for [insert desired name]?" you asked, holding onto your bag. The cashier nodded, grabbing a small bag that encased your tasty future. "That will be [whatever price spaghetti would be, i'm not doing research for fucking noodles.]." they told you. Right. You reached into your bag, pulling out a small wallet. Strange, this wallet felt rather light. You could've sworn when you had it earlier that it had some more weight to it. You opened your wallet and...it was empty. "WHA- er, what?-" you got a couple annoyed glares from people sitting around. There was a small line forming behind you.

"I swear I just had it...I promise!" you quietly exclaimed at the worker. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, feeling so anxious that you might've fainted right then and there. Maybe if you fainted, they would let you have the pasta for free? No. You had to pay. The room seemed to slowly start spinning as you began to think over what could've happened. You must have grabbed the wrong wallet. You cursed yourself internally. Your silent panic was suddenly interrupted. Someone had planted their hand on your shoulder. "I got this." You quickly turned your head. It was a man.

He appeared to be a little above average height, with swept back blonde hair, donning a light-purple-slightly-pink suit. His tie had small cats on it. Must be a cat person as well as some sort of business man. He moved to stand beside you. "I'll be paying. No need to worry." You stood there in confusion, not even bothering to reject his offer. You were so tired from the day that you just let this happen. You'd have to find a way to pay him back one day, despite him being a complete stranger. You quietly stood next to him as he asked for his order and pulled out a card. Lord knows you felt really guilty at that moment, your cheeks slightly rosy with embarrassment over your inability to even perform a simple task like paying for your own meals. You felt pathetic. At least you would be all alone later on.

A moment or two passed, and finally the interaction ended. It seemed he was carrying both bags. "Oh, sir, I can carry my bag. It's perfectly fine, you've already done so much for me." He really just paid for your meal. "No, no. I insist. I can help you take these to your car." You sighed beginning to walk along with him, both of you going back and forth over who should carry the bags. After no time at all, you two approached a car. It was his car, you guessed. Oh god, were you going to be kidnapped? "I, uhm, can take my bag now." He finally caved, handing you the bag. "Thank you, sir. For everything." you smiled tiredly. "It was really no problem at all. Just being a good neighbor 's all." he replied, moving towards the driver side's door. You moved away a little. He got inside the car. "Goodnight." is all he said as he closed the door.

"Goodnight." you replied, with a small wave.

You hadn't even learned his name, you realized as he began to back out of the lot. Right. Well, maybe one day luck would be on your side and you would meet again. You walked over to the bus stop, seeing a pay phone only a short distance away. You called for a taxi, holding your food carefully in one hand, careful not to swing it. You waited in the corner. Then a car pulled up.

  No, it wasn't a taxi but it was the car from earlier. That man's car. You pretended to not notice it. Looking around, you felt a small sprinkle on your head. Fuck. It was raining. Or, at least starting to rain. "You need a ride? I can wait to eat." he called to you. Now you were a little suspicious. You looked over to him. "Oh, it'll just be a couple minutes, I'm sure I can wait." It's almost as if that exact sentence summoned the hard-pouring rain that began to completely drench you. You sighed, looking at him. You were a complete tired mess. He reached an arm out of his car window. You sighed again rather defeatedly, running over to the passenger's side. You prayed to the gods above that he wasn't going to kidnap you or anything. You plopped yourself down in the seat, gasping. "Fine! Oh...sorry about your seats." you held both of the bags of food in your lap. "It's alright." he replied. You managed to catch your breath again after a couple more seconds, looking over at him and smiling awkwardly. "You're a lifesaver."

"Oh no, I'm just a completely average person." he replied, looking directly at the road, stepping on the gas once more. "Where to?" he asked, turning the dial on the radio.