ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭.

01►𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝘇𝘇.

📍𝗢̄𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗮̄𝗸𝘂!(Ocean Park!)
                       

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 and giggles wafted in the quiet night air of Sendai. Kids, parents and grandparents walked along the dirt path through the park to the unexpected celebration. "What is this celebration dedicated to anyway?" You're no older than 25 old mom, Aina spoke. Concern lacing her words as you're grandmother, Keiko continued to hum, a habit she never grew out of.

Slowing her pace, Aina waited for 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 to answer said question. Hoping she wasn't leading her daughter and mother to some underground cult. "Dear, you don't remember? There's been celebrations like this many years about!" Keiko patted her daughter on the back in reassurance.

"Each celebration different, but dedicated to 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹." Keiko hummed, the wrinkles around her eyes becoming even more visual with that sweet smile that glistened in the moon's light.

"Your smile is like a star, grandma!"

Ah, there you were, bundled in your puffer jacket, earmuffs and gloves. The lower half of your face muffled by the f/c scarf that your grandmother knitted the day prior. Continuing to follow the people around the three of you, your grandmother could only squeeze your little hand, not knowing to respond to unexpected compliment.

After 10 more minutes of walking, you finally made it to the middle of the crowd. Loosing the hold on your mothers hand you jump around filled with excitement. Wanting to hear what 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 was about after hearing your grandmother converse with some other elders.

Watching as your grandmother laughed with most politeness with a women who practically mirrored her with the gray neat bun that sat prettily on top of her head and grayish green traditional kimono. Dazed at the sight of the powerful women you didn't even notice the separation between Aina and yourself.

"N/N, WHERE ARE YOU?!" Refocusing on your surroundings, the figure of your grandmother began to disappear. Panic struck, stretching your arm towards her, calling for your grandma in broken Japanese, "OBAASAN?!" The feeling of bigger body's push harshly against you. You dropping yourself on the gravel you began to crawl out of the crowd.

Tears began to build in your waterline. Staring straight at the ground so you didn't get bitten by a ant, unbeknownst to you, the top of your head made contact with a leg. One as short like yours. "Why are you crawling like a blind dog?" A nonchalant voice inquired.

Looking up your blurred E/C irises made contact with olive-brown irises. Studying his unfamiliar face you began you stand up. Not enjoying the vulnerable state you were in, "here, let me help." The boy inquired, leading you a hand up.

"Thank you..." You mumbled holding onto his equally small hand. "Are you lost as well?" Voice saddened as you could only thing of your mother and grandmother frantically searching for you. Watching your bottom lip quiver and the way the dried tears staindd your face from the harsh blows of the wind. He was silent for a while.

"Follow me." He mumbled, barely above a whisperer if you weren't holding hands. Your feet moving automatic, you trailed behind him "what's your name?" You yelled from behind me feeling him pick up his pace. "𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶." He stated dryly like the rest of his sentences so far. "So, Wakatoshi, my first is Y/n! But I guess that isn't formal, so call me L/n-chan!" You beamed that once sadden mood slowly brighting.

"Ah, Wakatoshi you found her." The other elderly one you saw early smiled. Proud to see her grandson help, "N/n, oh thank goodness!" Your mother scooped you up almost crushing you in a tight hug. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you took in the cherry perfume that filled your nose.

"Where's Obaasan?" You yawned, the celebration was over. And you missed it after getting lost. At least you meet a Potential friend! "Grandma went to talk with one of the band players, apparently she nows one..." Your mother sighed, rubbing circles on your back. Waiting patiently on the park bench for her mother. "Sorry, I kept you both waiting . I just wanted to get my granddaughter a 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 gift!"

"Mom... Her birthday is in B/M..." Aina deadpanned standing up from the bench, staring the walk back home after the anxiety filling trip. "I did say early dear, just not how early. " your grandmother smirked, tucking the vinyl, "Predawn" into the upper half of her kimono to keep it a surprise.

𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 🍊