Cap on his head tilted down low as he waits at the arrival hall of the airport, Yone fiddles with his new earrings. The single dangling silver star that you bought him sparkly and cool under his touch. Having only just redyed his hair yesterday, you haven’t gotten a chance to see his new look over video call yet. Not to forget, he’s also gotten a little more muscle since you last saw him. Working out to appease K’sante’s hounding requests was one thing, but maybe, just maybe, a small part of it was wanting to look better for when you two met again.
So many new variables that just worry him further. What if you don’t like any of it? Hell, even his fashion sense has changed a little, the other bandmates demanding they get to style him for his big reunion with you. Yone tugs at his red jacket, adjusting the fit before he sees you in the crowd. His love. In the flesh. A smile graces his lips as he walks over, picking up his pace as he waves at you.

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