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Airplane

Mmmkay so this story was written actually on  an airplane.
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The airport was stressful.
Families running late for flights sprinting down escalators, toddlers having tantrums-tired out from walking gate to gate, perfume vendors attacked every passerby mercilessly.

And there was you, the single flier, no first class priority or family lines to take advantage of.
After what felt like hours of waiting, you finally came to the front of the queue. Too tired to make friendly small talk, you wordlessly handed the flight attendant your boarding pass, and numbly took it back as she directed you to your seat.

The seats were in pairs of two on each side of the plane. It was a small flight back to Tokyo, the cheapest you could find-although it was still a traumatic experience for your bank account.

There was already somebody occupying the seat next to yours-the aisle seat-a short girl in a knitted green dress, matching the colour of her messy hair that appeared as though there were a couple birds nesting somewhere deep inside.

You didn't pay much attention to her, you had just had a four hour bus journey to the airport, seated next to a creep who kept sniffing your hair. Needless to say, you got hardly any sleep and you just wanted to get back to your shitty apartment and collapse on your bed. Or even just take a nap on the plane.

"Excuse me." You tried to put a little energy into your 'greeting', but you just sounded false and a little rude.

That wasn't a problem, though, because she hadn't even been listening to you.

Your legs were aching and your head was pounding, you needed to sleep now.

"Excuse me, could you, like, move?" You growled, a little more cranky and loud than necessary.

At this she finally looked up, a bemused expression on her face.
"Oh, sorry."

She stood up in all her short glory, and as you made your way to your seat, your bodies brushed fully.

Your brain was hit with a shot of electricity.

Sitting in your seat was excruciating, your mind was hyper and screaming, trapped and caged by a zombie like body. Ugh. You were so tired but so awake at the same time, like when you drink coffee, but all it does is speed up your heart rate, leaving you panicked and sweaty.

Yeah...exactly like that.

Peeking out of the corner of your eye, you saw her nose buried in a book.
Still life with woodpecker.

'Huh, weird, I've never heard of a book with that name before.' You mused.

And in that second her eyes flicked over to you, meeting yours, causing your cheeks to flush a bright pink.

Shit, you'd been caught.

Coughing loudly, you started digging in the pocket attached to the seat, bringing the safety guide up to your face, creating a perfect barrier between you two.

A few minutes passed in stagnant silence. The strange airplane smell infected your lungs, making you feel more drowsy than ever.
But you couldn't sleep now.
A few babies cried, the safety briefing was announced and you didn't listen to a single word.

The plane took off without delay or turbulence, but you still felt anxious.

You couldn't do anything whilst she was sitting mere centimetres away from you.

"You've been reading that safety guide for an awful long time now."

The comment startled you out of your stressed thoughts.

The green haired girl was sitting on her knees, completely turned to face you, peering over her circular glasses.

You weren't sure if the roaring in the background was the engines of the plane or the rushing of your blood in your ears.

"Yeah..." you gulped. "Safety first, right?"

"Hmmm, I don't know, a little risk is always of first importance to me." She cocked her head to the side and smiled.

You found yourself smiling back at her despite your peculiar nervousness.

"I'm eto, nice to meet you." She chirped, extending her hand to you, well, extending as much as you could in the cramped space.

"(Y/n). Are you flying back to Tokyo, or are you on a vacation?"

"Flying back. You?"

"Same here." You felt more alive now, your eyelids a little less heavy.

She nodded, mint bun balancing precariously on her head.

"Are you a nervous flier, (Y/n)?"

Her question startled you yet again.

"No?" You questioned, confused.

"Really? Because you seem quite..." she leaned toward you slightly, her face much too close for comfort. "...nervous." Her lips formed the word so carefully, it seemed to be in slow motion.

You could've pulled back at any time, but you didn't. It was...making your heart pound in the best way.
She smelled good, too.
Bitter? It stung your nose slightly, but it was a warm smell; comforting.

"Hmmm, you're cute. I like you." She whispered.

"Cute?" You echoed.

"Mmmm."

"I don't think I've been called cute since I was about six." You laughed.

'What am I doing? Why am I so comfortable with this crazy girl I just met?'

Why were you? Well, Eto Yoshimura was a special case.

"Simply adorable."

Her finger traced down your jawline, leaving a trail of goosebumps where it brushed.

You found your lips pulled into a smile.

Her eyes widened at your reaction slightly.

"In fact, I think I love you." She murmured, before falling into a fit of giggles.

'Love? How strange.'