𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓. K. Kozume [✓]

𝗫𝗫𝗜𝗩

"i guess you book a flight now, huh?" you fiddled with your fingers

"yeah"

"hm.. you want a night time flight or daytime?"

"whatever you like. i dont mind, really."

"night time it is then"

"this all feels a bit..weird, doesnt it?"

"hm, i suppose so. but it's probably just the fact that its a completely foreign country for you. dont worry though, i'll be there for you. always."

"plus, if you really dont wanna go, i'm not going to pressure you."  kenma attempted to reassure you.

"no. we still have a long way to go, and i cant go without you"

"a long way to go where exactly?"

"anywhere"

and so, the flight was booked.

you could barely believe it!

youre going to japan with the possible love of your life, how exciting!

the flight was booked for june 21st. only a week from now.

JUNE 21
1:25 A.M.

"y/nnnn wake upppp we're literally gonna miss the flighttt"  he shook you sleeping form slightly

to his dismay, you merely tossed around in your bed.

but then, of course, you did wake up!

"finally, oh my god! you do realise it's basically 1:30 and we have to leave at 2 because our flight departs at 3:30 and its an hour to get to the airport from here?"

"OH FUCK"

"yeah, exactly"

"i guess i better hurry the fuck up"

"yeah, you better"

you did your basic morning routine

you put on a comfy outfit, you would wanna be comfortable for the 11 hour and 35 minute trip.

hold on... ELEVEN HOURS??? you mentally sigh, preparing yourself, mentally and emotionally and maybe even physically, for the exhaustingly long trip.

you decided on wearing a grey, oversized hoodie since it can be quite cold in flights
along with the hoodie you wore regular pajama/baggy pants. it was 1:30 in the morning, you couldn't bother trying to put any effort into your look!
of course, you wore no makeup or anything and put on the comfiest outdoor shoes you own.

you walk up to kenma and say,
"outfit of the day" while striking an exaggerated pose

"why do you still look kinda hot"

"kinda?" you give kenma a confused glare

"uh.. i mean.. very, yeah"

"thats not grammatically correct but i'll give you credits for trying"

"much appreciated"

kenma's outfit was nothing too different from your own. it'd only be logical to dress up comfortably for an eleven hour flight.

AT THE AIRPORT
3:16 A.M.

"ahhh how much longer until we get on that damn plane?" you stretch your arms

"like 14 more minutes"

"im so tired alreadyyy"

"you can sleep on the plane"

"i know that"

"wanna go around the airport? maybe we can buy you some stuff—y'know since im like rich as fuck"

"meh sure"

you entered some stores and looked around

"kenma! how does this smell?" you sprayed some of the perfume you were holding in your left hand onto your neck.

"huh?"

"smell it and tell me if its nice" you say as you tilt you neck giving him space to smell

"on your neck?"

"yeah, i dont like using perfume on my hands"

and so he leaned down to sniff it.

"hmm.."
"it smells nice"

before he got up again, he left a small peck on your neck.

"alright then. i'll get this one"

"wish granted. anything else?"

"nope"

kenma paid for the perfume, of course.

3:30 A.M.

you and kenma were now on your way to the plane—like, the inside of it

"where're we sitting?"

"at the back, over there"

you got a window seat!

"i guess now we're saying goodbye to france, huh?"

"i guess"

(a/n: second last chapter (probably) :((
tysm for 31K reads! its still unbelievable ☹️💖💖 word count: 637 words)