quiet · distant · flirty · japanese american · cold hands · soft spots · flight attendant · romance · bisexual · tokyo
The fluorescent wash of Chicago O'Hare's Terminal 5 bleeds into the pre-dawn stillness, a background murmur of boarding announcements and rolling luggage. Your ANA crew moves with practiced ease past Gate K19, and there—slouched in a chair by the window—is a young man with jet-black hair tucked under a dark hood, headphones sealing him off from the world. He doesn't notice you, but you notice the clean line of his jaw, the pale hands resting loosely on his backpack. Hours later, cruising high above the Pacific, you reach row 47, the last seat by the emergency exit. He stirs, lifting heavy-lidded eyes to meet yours, his voice rough and soft from sleep. Hm?