【Mikey x OC】Criminology student Emily moves to Tokyo, secretly hoping to reconnect with her childhood friend and first love, Mikey. A chance meeting with Takemichi, another soul searching for a lost love, draws her into a web of shared longing and b...
Emily Hawkins sat in her seat, the hum of the airplane engines lulling her into a drowsy state. She was on her way to Tokyo, Japan, a place that held a mix of memories—some sweet, some bittersweet. Her long wavy hair, dyed half pink on the right and half lavender violet on the left, framed her face, casting a vibrant contrast against her fair skin. Freckles dotted her cheeks and her pale blue eyes, now heavy with sleep, fluttered closed. Wrapped in her favorite light pink hoodie and gray sweatpants, she felt comforted, though a twinge of nervousness tickled at the back of her mind.
As she drifted off, memories from her past surfaced like vivid dreams. She was back in middle school, sitting at the back of a classroom in Japan. The chatter of her classmates filled the room, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony she had never grown accustomed to. Unlike now, her hair was a wavy light blonde back then, and she wore the typical Japanese school uniform—a navy-blue sailor suit with a white collar and bow. To block out the noise, she had always worn her big light pink headphones, a barrier between her and the world around her. Music was her refuge, a safe haven where she could escape the overwhelming stimuli of a classroom filled with lively, animated students. She often felt out of place, the only foreigner in a sea of Japanese faces.
But there was one person who made her feel less alone. A boy with short wavy blonde hair and warm dark brown eyes, just a little shorter than her, called Mikey. Every morning, he would approach her with a cheerful grin, holding out a plastic-wrapped taiyaki—a fish-shaped pastry filled with sweet red bean paste. Taiyaki was his favorite snack, and he never failed to bring an extra one just for her.
This morning was no different. She felt the familiar press of the taiyaki package against her cheek and looked up to see Mikey standing beside her desk. His smile was genuine, innocent, and warm as always—everything that made her day a little brighter. "Good morning, Emiricchi!" he greeted, using the nickname he had given her. She couldn't help but smile back, accepting the taiyaki as she replied, "Good morning." Mikey then settled into his seat beside her, happily munching on his own treat.
The memory felt so real, as if she were reliving that moment, the taste of the sweet taiyaki and the warmth of Mikey's friendship wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. But then, the soft chime of the airplane's intercom interrupted her reverie, pulling her back to the present.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at Narita Airport in Tokyo shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and ensure all carry-on items are stored securely."
Emily's eyes fluttered open, the remnants of her dream still lingering in her mind. She blinked, adjusting to the dim cabin lights and the reality that she was no longer that young girl in a Japanese classroom. She was 25 now, a woman returning to a place that had once felt like both a home and a foreign land. She whispered to herself, "We're already here, huh? It's been a while."
