Japan and Reader-Stressful Mornings

Clasping the doorknob, you thought over your decision. Was it really the best idea to go through a magical door? You had no clue what lurked behind the entrance. Maybe you should just return home, forget this ever happened. That is what your brain told you, to think sensibly. But your heart had other plans, it leapt against your ribcage, pounding at the sight of the door. Spinning unknown tales, and your body soon became entrapped in its spell. With a simple flick of the wrist, you twisted open the door and quickly stepped inside. Leaving your world with a simple squeal in delight, as you disappeared into the void...
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Honda woke up with sweat trickling down his face, his heart pounding in his ears. Placing a calming hand against his chest, he stilled himself with deep breaths. “That’s the same nightmare I’ve had for the past week” Honda muttered as he greedily took in the air. Honda raised a clammy hand to his face, brushing away his sticky hair. Glancing to his alarm clock which rested on his bedside table, his eyes widened. 8:50. He was late!

Cursing under his breath, Honda separated himself from the bedsheets which were glued to him. Body feeling drained from energy, he stumbled into his bathroom. Quickly he rid himself of his sleepwear, and climbed into the shower.

As hot water gushed onto him, Honda rubbed his hands over his eyes. Trying to get rid of his fatigue, he racked his brain over his nightmare. But just like it came, it was gone. Only leaving the faint and bitter taste of dread on Honda’s tongue. Sighing, Honda turned a knob, shutting off the water. Pushing the shower’s glass door open, Honda shivered as a gust of cold air attacked him, making goosebumps cover his skin. Desperate to be warm once again, Honda reached for a nearby towel and hurriedly wrapped it around him. Dispelling some of the coldness away.
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Your eyes widened, standing on a sidewalk, you were surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a busy city. Everything was moving so fast, and the noise was so loud. The grey sky was lite up by bright lights, showcasing ads which were written in a foreign language. “Asian?’ you mumbled to yourself, your head trying to take it all in. Going with the flow, you allowed yourself to be swallowed up by the restless crowd.

Blinking, you walked along side the locals, following their example. Everything here reminded you of home, even with the differences. There were still men dressed in suits rushing to work, they’re ties flapping in the wind. Laughter from unruly teens, and the chastising looks from elders. Things that made you crave home.

Sighing, you walked down a street which led to more houses than stores. You needed somewhere quiet to think, a place where you can think of a way home. Plopping on a street’s curb, you laid your crossed arms on your knees, resting your head on them. Burying your head in the crook of your arm, you willed back the tears that suddenly clouded your vision. “Stupid magical doors” you sniffed, to which your stomach rumbled. “Really?!” you whined to your traitorous stomach, your head shaking in apparent disbelief. “Great, now I’m lost and hungry” you grumbled, swatting your belly in anger. Only for it to rumble louder, “Piss off” you hissed.

Unceremoniously, you threw the rest of your body on the sidewalk. Ignoring the bits of gravel that jutted into your back, you slowly closed your eyes. Hoping whomever found you sprawled along the sidewalk had food. And slowly, you fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from both the physical and emotional train wreck you’ve gotten yourself into.
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With nimble fingers, Honda buttoned up his shirt, eyes darting to the clock every now and then. Every minute that passed by was utter torture to Honda, his forehead glistening from sweat. Chewing on his lip, he shrugged himself into his coat before running to the door. Hand swooping up his suitcase which was placed by the entrance, Honda stepped into his shoes before bolting out.

His tie billowed in the wind over his shoulder, as he raced down the curb, his heart pounded in his ears. The usually quiet street, was filled with the sound of his shoes slapping against the road. Gritting his teeth, Honda wished he wasn’t too late. His suitcase whacked against his leg, at his constant movement, leaving a dull pain. Bruises His mind noted, but even with the physical pain, he couldn’t allow people to be waiting on him, it was rude. With that in mind, his body picked up speed, lurching forward.

Eyes looking only straight ahead, Honda had no way of seeing your limp body stretched across the sidewalk. Only as his foot got caught on your side, did he realize his mistake. Brown eyes widening in utter shock, he couldn’t even make a sound before he was hurtled onto the cold and rough ground.
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“Wha-?!” You managed to squeak out, startled by the harsh kick to your side. Your eyes snapped open, only to glimpse the sight of a figure hovering over you, before it crashed into you. The suitcase hit the road hard, making it to pop open and send precious papers flying around the street. Groaning, your head twisted around, trying to look at what crashed into you. Only to have raven black hair block your sight.
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Honda hissed, his body ached from his sudden spill. But oddly it wasn’t as bad as he expected, he was cushioned by a soft body, which took most of the blow. Strangely, Honda was comfortable, his eyes briefly closing. Mind still hazy from the lack of sleep, he breathed in a delicious scent which encased his pillow. Making him shift closer to it, arms wrapping around it, drawing it even closer.

He was tired, so tired. He doubted anyone would mind if he rested here a bit.
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But apparently you minded, struggling to get out of the stranger’s freakish hold, you began to hit his head. “Get off of me!” you screamed, fear seizing your senses. Did this guy just smell you?! That made you panic even more, feet darted out trying to kick the man in the shins.
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Sighing, Honda lifted his head from your body, eyes locking with yours. “Do you mind if I sleep here?” Honda asked, voice husky from his fatigue. “Um--” you began, but were cut off by Honda who added “Please”.
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Blinking, you blushed at the sight of the man intensely staring at you. His hair covering part of his brown eyes, as he waited for your answer. “S-sure..?” you stuttered, your face glowing a bright red.
Mumbling a thanks, the man rested his head back on his “pillow” slowly falling back to sleep. Forgetting completely about his previous plans, as he caught up on some dearly needed shut-eye.