All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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Mikaël lightly combed his green locks, his calloused yet slender and smooth looking fingers slowly untangling them he stretched. The annoyingly high pitched shriek of his alarm clock right beside him didn't bother him, compared to the low purring of his flight engine before—
The memory made him narrow his eyes before he blinked, hazy yellow turned a bright shade of gold as he chased the sleepiness away. One hand gently rubbed his eyes as the other turned his alarmer off.
He pushed the cover aside, making way for his long lightly tanned from running legs and letting his feet into his fluffy cat printed slippers. The sound of his soles carefully hitting the wooden floor echoed as he blindly searched for the footwear until the sound of them swishing against the ground reached his ears.
He smiled, breaking into a yawn. It was four in the morning, his body felt sluggish and his mind numb. Why would he wake up so early? They had a tournament, the meeting was at nine, but as captain, he had to go earlier.
Whose idea was it to make him captain anyway— ah, yeah, it was Shuzocchi's.
Shaking his head, he reached the bathroom, a light chuckle slipping past his lips. The Italian styled shower, courtesy to his manager, seemed oddly tantalizing to the sleepy Mika in need for a wake-up call. He turned the water on, letting it fall as he dumbly stared at his reflection.
Smile.
Pinching and pulling on his cheeks to stretch and relax his face muscles, he pushed a grin on his face.
Genuine, genuine.
Massaging the now slightly reddish skin he forced a grimace before beaming dazzlingly.
Perfect.
Taking his pajamas off he went into the shower, the hot water greeting his sore and tired body.
Grabbing a sticky note from the yellow block, Mikaël hurriedly wrote down a word for his fast asleep housemate. Grabbing his duffle sports bag and key he didn't forget to steal one of the lying treats before stealthily exiting the condo and locking the front door.
