Käärijä one shots

1- the airplane

I sighed as I looked at my boarding pass and saw all of the people trying to get onto the plane.

With my luggage tightly in my hand I anxiously shuffled after everyone.

My breath started to get more and more shaky as I approached the person who had to scan our tickets. My hands started to get all sweaty.

I hated flying, I always have.

The way you are just in a metal box with tons of other people and there's no way out, it was too much for me.

I took a deep breath as I held out my ticket.

"Have a nice flight" They said to me and all I could do was just force a smile.

I slowly but surely made my way onto the plane. I had looked at my boarding pass a thousand times by now, but still couldn't remember my seat.

"17B" I whispered to myself.

I always reminded myself to touch the plane for good luck before getting in.

So I did.

"Welcome!" The flight attendant greeted me with a big smile.

I couldn't even respond, I was way too anxious.

I continued to walk as I scanned every number above the seats. It didn't take long until I arrived at mine.

I noticed someone already sitting at the window seat and we briefly made eye contact.

He had black hair which was cut in a bowl cut, but surprisingly it suited him. I noticed his black eye liner and painted nails as I put away my luggage.

For some reason my stomach did a little dance.

I quickly sat down because the anxiety rlly started to get to me.

I took a deep breath as I stared at the seat in front of me. The guy who was sitting next to me was just casually scrolling on his phone.

My eyes carefully shifted from the seat towards the window and this made the man slowly look up at me.

He kindly smiled, which took me by surprise. I didn't really know what to do so I just sheepishly smiled back at him.

Then I suddenly reminded myself that this was gonna be a ten hour flight. I felt more and more anxiety flowing through my body.

I took yet another deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

I sat there for a couple of minutes, until I felt the plane start moving.

My eyes shot open and my breathing got faster as I looked out the window again. I was really doing this.

"Scared of flying?" I suddenly heard the man on my left say with an accent.

"Oh uhm" I cleared my throat and looked at him. I just noticed how beautiful his eyes are.

"Is it that obvious?" I replied and a small chuckle escaped his mouth.

"I used to deal with it too" He softly smiled.

"What made you get over it?" I asked curiously.

"Well here, breathe with me" His soft voice spoke and turned his body towards mine.

He slowly inhaled and I followed what he did.

It didn't take long until we both exhaled and we did this a couple of times.

For some reason I couldn't break away from his eyes, I slowly but surely started to get lost in them and forgot what was happening around me.

But then the plane stood still and I knew what this meant.