A new guy?

Aiku had been more than surprised when he found out. The U-20 was getting a new Spanish player, all the way from Madrid. It was nothing short of exciting, but it also raised some question marks in Aiku's head. Well, he'll have to talk to the big boss about this.

For now, he was content waiting at the airport, arms folded over his chest and eyes fixed on the panel showing the arrivals. Ah, there it is. Your flight had a small delay, but the U-20 captain was confident things will go smoothly from now on. Or so he hoped. There were loads of people at the terminal, tourists over tourists over tourists. Oh dear. They all looked the same, too.

Maybe it was... that guy? Wait, no. Too short. Then it had to he this guy! Nah, doesn't match the picture. Aiku kept looking up and down, up and down, checking the picture he was sent of you on his phone, then the faces of the crowd until finally — there. Looking absolutely dumbstruck, probably extra high on caffeine and completely disoriented, yep, that was definitely you. "Hey!" He called out, walking towards you quickly. Okay, too direct, oops.

After successfully getting to you, you started stammering some Japanese greetings, your accent as thick as Aiku imagined it would be. "No need, I speak English. Name's Oliver Aiku, by the way. I already know who you are, though."

As you two got out of the busy, busy airport, Aiku started looking for a cab while you continued to simply stare at everything. "Car will be here in five. Come on, come on, you'll have time to gawk later."