𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(vii) day one

you were groggy and practically huddled up in osamu's lap when the flight attendant announced from outside the suite that you were twenty five minutes from landing.

your hair were messy, you were mumbling gibberish as you stretched out your legs and tried to wake up. you felt strong arms help you sit upright.

"we're landing", the sleepy voice of osamu miya whispered to you, rubbing his palm up your back.

his sleepy voice was not the worst thing to wake up to, you thought. it made your stomach feel weird things.

"good morning", you sat up, adjusting the jacket you were wearing and then standing up. you squinted outside the window in awe. the deep blue of the sea was clearly visible from here and you were actually excited now.

osamu followed your gaze and stared outside too, a faint smile forming across his lips. he felt at ease.

you got to your seat a couple of minutes before the actual descent into mykonos began. it was early in the morning here, owing to time zones. barely the crack of dawn.

and it was 9,441km from japan. you couldn't land soon enough.

both of your bags were arranged to be brought out front as you got off at the airport. osamu followed closely behind you, his hand brushing over your back.

"over here, ms. sakusa", the man watching your bags directed you towards the chauffeur-driven car that had pulled up.

after the bags were safely loaded into the trunk, you sat down inside and osamu provided the driver with the address to the hotel he'd chosen.

"don't you know how to drive?", he asked you, carefully replacing the sim card on his phone to his international one.

"of course i know", you nodded, scoffing, "it's a survival skill"

"do you want to rent a car then?", he asked, his eyes kind of shining from the idea, "i would've brought my own if we'd taken my jet. i can drive it if you-"

"yeah we can rent", you shrugged and then looked back out, "but there aren't that many roads here"

"there are", he assured, "not for the mainstream places but for like, two beaches"

"if you say so, miya-san", you hummed, "can we rent a scooter or scooters too"

"no"

"why?"

"okay fine, we can"

"i was going to anyway."

"have you been here before?", he changed the topic, looking outside the window.

you shook your head no, looking down at his hand instead. and ignoring your thoughts of wanting to hold it.

he seemed to have read your thoughts, seeing as he casually brought his hand over to your thigh and squeezed it. you instinctively moved closer to him, more comfortable to his touch than you assumed you would be.

the drive was serene. the sun hadn't fully come up yet and the air was a bit chilly.

you passed a number of narrow streets on the way, where cars were probably not allowed which was your whole reasoning to get a scooter instead.

the hotel you arrived at- the riviera- had a dreamy sea facing view. you walked into the lobby with osamu now wrapping his arm around your waist.

you leaned into him, but the gesture was left unaddressed. both of you decided to look the other way to the growing physical affection between both of you.