loving Sae Itoshi wasn’t easy. he was rude, unphased, emotionally absent, etc. sure, he had the look factor, but nobody wanted to date someone like him. well, nobody except you.

you looked down at the tickets in your hand, one for a round-trip plane ticket for Spain and the other for a football match. how they got to your apartment was beyond your knowledge, but you knew who sent them.

“for fucks sake.” you muttered to yourself before heading to your room to pack for the trip ahead of you.

you hated this, and you wanted to hate Sae. you hated how even after all these years he still had you wrapped around his finger.

you looked at the ticket only to see that it left tomorrow at noon and let a groan out. you threw you essentials into the bag and called it a day before going to bed.

the morning came and you showered, before packing your toiletries, and changing into a comfortable outfit for a 15 hour flight.

you got to the airport and went through security, and boarded the plane soon after. the seat you were assigned to was nice, first class next to a window. for half the flight you slept, a quarter of the flight you read, and the other quarter you watched movies.

when the flight finally landed you grabbed your suitcase from over your seat, and exited the plane. you didn’t think this through, how were you even going to get your way around spain? you don’t have Sae on any social media, no one here speaks your language, and you don’t even a hotel booked! this was a stupid idea.

now you stood in the middle of a foreign airport, by yourself, with no spanish currency or any idea of how to speak spanish.

you let a heavy exhale out, and looked down at your phone. you started to open the google app, searching up google translate before you felt a presence infront of you.

you looked up to see the magenta haired man who invited you here, and his soulless teal eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d show up, you never do.” he said, with a stoic face. he hadn’t changed a bit.