London never felt like home.
It was quiet. Predictable. Safe in a way that never quite reached her bones.
Kurokawa Airi stood just outside the departure gate, fingers wrapped loosely around the handle of her suitcase, her gaze fixed on the massive glass windows overlooking the runway. Planes moved in slow, distant patterns—arriving, leaving, disappearing into clouds that swallowed everything whole.
She wondered, briefly, if people could do the same.
Disappear cleanly.
Without anything chasing after them.
"Still thinking about backing out?"
The voice came from behind her—calm, familiar, grounding.
Airi didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"Not anymore," she replied, her tone steady.
Footsteps approached. Then stopped beside her.
Kento Nanami stood there in his usual composed manner—tailored coat, posture straight, expression unreadable to anyone who didn't know him.
But Airi did.
She caught the faint tension in his jaw, the way his gaze lingered on her just a second longer than necessary.
"You can still stay," Nanami said quietly. "No one is forcing you to go back."
Airi finally turned, meeting his eyes.
"I know."
"And yet you're choosing to."
"Yes."
There was no hesitation in her voice this time.
Because if she hesitated—if she allowed even a second of doubt—
she knew exactly where her mind would go.
Back to Tokyo.
Back to him.
Nanami studied her for a moment, as if weighing something unspoken.
"You don't owe that city anything," he continued. "And you definitely don't owe anyone there a second chance."
Airi let out a soft breath, something almost like a laugh.
"This isn't about them."
Nanami raised a brow slightly.
"Isn't it?"
Silence stretched between them.
Airi looked away first.
"It's about me," she said. "I can't stay here forever."
"You could," Nanami replied calmly. "You just don't want to."
She didn't answer that.
Because he wasn't wrong.
London had given her everything she needed—
distance, stability, a life untouched by the past.
But it had never given her closure.
And for someone like her, unfinished things had a way of lingering.
"I already accepted the job," she said instead, shifting the conversation. "Creative director position. Good company. Good offer."
Nanami's gaze sharpened slightly.
"You checked everything?"
"Of course."
"Background, ownership, internal structure?"
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You Were Always Mine
Fanfictiona story of obsession and unfinished love Kurokawa Airi thought she had left everything behind- including him. But some people don't stay in the past. Years later, she returns to Tokyo, only to find that Gojo Satoru hasn't changed at all. Still watch...
