[Setting in year 2010, Post Star Plasma Vessel and Pre-Canon]
«I'm Aoi. Aoi Fujikawa. Aoi like Hollyhock, not the color Blue. Yeah, I know-nobody ever gets it right the first time.»
A simple life as an art student in Tokyo was all Aoi ever wanted. S...
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Aoi sank deeper into the plush first-class seat, still not quite believing her surroundings. The soft leather felt luxurious under her fingers, and the spacious legroom made her feel like she'd accidentally walked onto the wrong flight. She tried to hide her grin, but excitement bubbled up anyway. «Thanks for the upgrade,» she whispered to Satoru, giving him a light nudge with her elbow. She didn't even want to think about how much these tickets must've cost—it made her shudder. Ah, the perks of tagging along with a rich high-ranking jujutsu sorcerer.
She opened her sketchbook across her lap, slipping in her earbuds as she searched on her MP3 for a familiar tune. Finally landing on Kiseki by GReeeeN, she let the upbeat melody wash over her, filling her with a calming sense of peace. Her hand moved in smooth, practiced strokes across the page as she started sketching, happily lost in her own world.
Beside her, Satoru was anything but calm. He'd claimed the aisle seat, effectively trapping her by the window, but he was as fidgety as ever, scanning their surroundings like a hawk. Without his usual sunglasses, his piercing blue eyes seemed to latch onto every person who walked by, analyzing each flight attendant and every passenger with the intensity of someone who hadn't quite switched off "mission mode." He looked so alert that she almost laughed. Here he was, the world's strongest sorcerer, and he couldn't even relax on an airplane.
After a few minutes of watching him play secret agent, Aoi pulled out one of her earbuds and raised an eyebrow at him. «Hey.» she whispered, careful not to disturb the first-class silence. «Are you going to actually relax at any point on this flight? What's got you so wound up? Are you worried someone's going to hijack the plane or something?»
Satoru turned to look at her, giving her a smirk that was somehow both amused and annoyed. «I am relaxed,» he replied, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat with exaggerated nonchalance. But even as he spoke, his eyes darted over his shoulder, watching the flight attendants like they might pull out cursed objects at any moment.
