Nagihiko waited to see his bag on the luggage carousel, just having got back from a dancing job in Europe. He was finally back in Japan though, after 7 odd months of travelling around, performing shows. He finally spotted his dark green bag and picked it up. Starving, he walked through the airport to the food court, where he saw many people waiting in lines, and others sitting at the tables, either having time to kill or waiting for a plane to land.
Seeing a short line at one of the food places, Nagihiko waited in the line which quickly moved forward. Ordering a small Caesar salad, he waited for a few minutes and sat down at a table for two.
Meanwhile, Rima weaved through the crowd, trying to get to the food court. She was on her way to France for a photoshoot, but was dying for some food before the flight. Choosing the food place Nagihiko had just bought his salad at, she found they perpared the food rather quickly and was soon walking away.
However, something slows Rima down, and made her think. Someone with dark purple hair, sitting at a table. She quickly shook it off and continued to walk.
Nagihiko was looking around, seeing all the people rushing. Noticing a flash of something out of the corner of his eye, and saw yellow curls, and thought of someone he used to know. Those curls were unmistakable, and he stood up, leaving his luggage and food at the table and walked after her.
Rima was walking quickly, needing to get on her plane, but heard her name called out. "Rima!" she heard someone say loudly, and she stopped and turned around. Seeing the same hair she saw earlier, and smiled slightly. He was briskly walking towards her, a grin plastered on his face. He wrapped her up in his arms, savouring her sweet scent.
He pulled away, the grin still there. "I haven't seen you in forever, Rima! How have you been?"
"I've been well. Been doing quite a bit of work. How've you been? Are you still dancing?"
"Yeah, I just got back from Europe actually. Are you going somewhere for work?" He asked, his smile slightly faltering. Rima took notice of that and smiled sadly.
"Yeah, I'm going to France for a photoshoot, actually."
"Oh," He said. "I was hoping we could catch up, have a coffee or something."
"I would love to, but I'm not going to be back for two weeks. If you're still interested then, wait for me when I come back here. I'm going to be on flight 307." Rima kissed him gently, and he quickly responded, intensifying the kiss.
Rima pulled away after a moment. "Wait for me, Nagi." She walked away, her food now cold and her face with a slight pink.
Nagihiko stood there for moment, then walked back to his table. He slowly finished his salad, then picked up his bag, and left the airport.
So this was an idea I've had sitting around for a while, inspired by this imagineyourotp:
Imagine your OTP reuniting for the first time in years. So many things have happened and so much has changed them; they can barely recognize one another. Imagine the sudden glint of recognition in their eyes as their gazes meet that says everything. Imagine them running into each other's arms, vowing never to let go again.
Obviously, I didn't take the idea completely but I did get inspired by it. So I hope you enjoyed this, and I am able to write a second part if enough people ask me :)