Niji {Mahiro×Reader}

Chapter 20- Promise

A week had passed by so quickly.

I spent the past week walking around my hometown, trying several foods I'd never tried before.

I spent time with my friends, who had practically become my new family.

I caught up with friends from long ago, and went to visit the neighbours who had taken such great care of me after I got kicked out.

Knowing I wouldn't be seeing any of this for almost a full year, I simply felt the need to cherish it. And as the day that I would be leaving eventually arrived, I felt more and more unsure of my decision to accept this chance to go on the world tour.

The night before my departure, the members of BP Records invited me to a cafe, just to enjoy one more night of what I liked the most- coffee and tea.

The sky was a deep blue, and the stars that were sprinkled across it seemed to sparkle especially brightly. As if saying goodbye.

And today, I stand at the main door to the airport, luggage in hand, feeling uneasy. The moment I stepped in, I would be greeted by three of the world tour managers, and there would be no turning back, running away.

I told myself, "It's just one year. One year, and I'll be back."

Yet the thought of leaving for one year held me back.

The clock stated it was 10.50am. I was to meet them at 11am. I had time to reconsider.

The minutes ticked by. 10.51. 10.52. 10.53. 10.54.

No, I would go. And just as I started, I heard someone callung my name.

I smiled. So he was here to see me off.

I turned. And there was Mahiro, trying to catch his breath. He had ran from the taxi stand, clearly.

"Hey. I've got to go, but-"

"Could you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

He regained his composure.

"Would you be my girlfriend?"

I don't think the shock on my face registered all my emotions.

Confusion, shock, disbelief, perhaps a hint of joy?

It seems the rest of the Kiryu members had arrived, and were watching fron far behind.

Well, there was pressure, alright.

But did I like him? I supposed.

Was I ready? Maybe.

Was I going to accept his request?

"I accept."

His joy seemed to spread through his features. But unfortunately, time was up.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

I turned back to the doors, which slid open. Just as I dashed in, dragging my luggage behind me, I heard cheers of 'good luck' and 'see you soon'.

The glass doors shut, and I immediately found the managers. I was introduced briefly, before we checked in for the plane.

After an hour or so, I found myself at the window seat of a plane, in a first class seat, staring out the window with a pained heart.

Memories of this place I had stayed in for so long flooded my mind.

And in the last few panels of memories, I found him in basically every memory I had.

"Welcome aboard, this is your pilot speaking. We'll be taking off very soon. Do remember to enjoy yourselves, on this trip from Japan to Paris, France."

The engine roared louder around us, and we began driving to the runway.

The plane ran along the runway. We gained speed. We were running, and running running... then we began to take off.

The front of the plane tileted up, and the rest of the plane followed. Within what, close to 5 minutes, we were already flying amidst the clouds.

One year.

Just one year.

I would be back soon enough.

~The End~