Kyouko stood quietly at the edge of the gate, her small suitcase beside her, phone in hand as she waited for the cab.
She checked her screen.
A hand touched her waist.
A voice too close whispered into her ear.
Her shoulders tensed.
Kyouko look and saw Mrs. Minami’s son. Hiroshi.
This asshole, Kyouko thought.
"What do you want?" she said calmly.
"Aw, come on... you going somewhere?"
Hiroshi leaned closer.
"How about we go together? We could have fun... you know, something real."
His hand slid slowly up her side, fingertips brushing toward her chest.
"I’m sure a lonely woman like you could use a little attention."
Kyouko turned slowly, smiling up at him.
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Her hand moved softly to his chest, trailing down with slow, teasing fingers.
Hiroshi’s eyes lit up.
"Oh? Naughty girl... I like where this is going..." Hiroshi grinned.
But before he could enjoy the moment.
Kyouko’s fingers clamped down hard on his crotch.
"This pathetic small dick...?
You think this is what a woman wants?"
Hiroshi’s breath hitched.
His eyes widened in pain.
"You think this useless little thing could satisfy me?"
Hiroshi’s face contorted in pain, body stiffening.
"Let me give you some advice, Hiroshi."
Kyouko’s voice was still soft, but colder now.
"Next time you want to seduce a woman, make sure you’re not bringing a toothpick to a swordfight."
Hiroshi’s knees buckled slightly.
"You try touching me again.." her tone dropped, no longer sweet,
"and you won’t be able to use this worthless thing ever again."
He stumbled back, clutching himself, face pale and sweat forming instantly on his brow.
Kyouko stepped forward, her heels silent on the stone path, voice low,
dangerous in its softness.
"Don’t you dare touch me again."
Her gaze cut through him.
"Pathetic, small dick like that"
"And you think you could satisfy me?"
He opened his mouth—no words came out.
"I don’t care if you’re Mrs. Minami’s son.
Next time you show your face here again..."
Her voice dropped lower.
"I’ll crush your balls.
And your tiny little dick with them."
Hiroshi backed away slowly, muttering something under his breath.
She simply turned, picked up her suitcase, and walked toward the waiting cab as if nothing had happened.
She stepped in gracefully.
And with one final glance back.
A smile that said: You won’t try that again.
The cab pulled away, and Hiroshi remained frozen by the gate.
The cab pulled up in front of the terminal.
Kyouko stepped out with grace, one hand on her small suitcase.
Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she walked toward the automatic doors.
Inside, the airport was already buzzing with early travelers.
She made her way to the counter, showing her phone, her ID, her quiet smile.
"You’re early, ma’am. The flight to Okinawa boards in about three hours."
She accepted her boarding pass, bowed politely, and walked on.
After passing through security, she took a slow breath.
Nothing left but time.
She spotted a small café near the gate. Tucked in the corner, with a view of the runway.
She walked in, ordered a black coffee and a slice of toast, then chose the seat by the window.
Outside, planes took off and landed like clockwork.
People came and went.
Voices echoed faintly through the terminal.
As she sipped her coffee quietly by the window, Kyouko didn’t notice the glances at first.
But slowly—she felt it.
From across the café.
Some with quiet curiosity, others with bold stares.
Kyouko kept her posture straight, hands folded gently around her cup, gaze fixed on the runway.
But her beauty was hard to ignore.
The soft flow of her hair.
That elegance that couldn’t be faked.
One man n his twenties with a cocky grin, finally approached her table.
His voice was smooth, his smile confident.
Kyouko blinked, then smiled politely.
"Ah, I’m sorry. I’m waiting for my husband."
The man leaned a little closer, unfazed.
"Don’t be like that. You look like you could use some company."
Still smiling, Kyouko reached for her phone and placed it calmly on the table.
"Sorry. Not interested."
The man hesitated for a beat—then backed off with an awkward chuckle.
Kyouko didn’t even glance his way as he walked off.
She just sipped her coffee again.
After sitting for nearly an hour.
Kyouko stood slowly, brushing a hand over her skirt to smooth it.
She picked up her small purse and walked to the counter.
She paid for her drink and toast, bowed slightly, and stepped away.
There was still time before boarding.
With a soft click of her heels, she stepped out of the café and into the open concourse.
The airport remained lively—travelers bustling, announcements echoing faintly from the overhead speakers. But Kyouko moved at her own pace.
She glanced briefly at the large glass windows.
The sky beyond was clear.
The plane she would board already parked and gleaming under the morning sun.
Kyouko smiled faintly to herself and continued walking, purse in hand, heels clicking softly against polished floors.
Eventually, her eyes caught sight of the departure board.
Her flight to Okinawa: On Time.
She exhaled quietly and turned toward the gate.
The waiting area was already filling up with families, students, business travelers.
Kyouko found a seat near the window, slightly apart from the others.
She sat down, placed her purse neatly on her lap, and folded her hands over it.
Her gaze drifted outside again.
To the planes, the clouds, the horizon.
And in that stillness, she smiled.
The boarding call echoed through the terminal.
Kyouko rose from her seat.
She moved with quiet poise, her heels tapping softly against the polished floor. Her purse in hand, her boarding pass tucked neatly between her fingers.
When the attendant at the gate greeted her with a warm smile and scanned her pass, Kyouko simply nodded in return, smile politely.
She walked down the jet bridge alone.
Once inside the cabin, the flight attendant guided her toward the business class section.
Her seat was by the window.
Kyouko placed her purse down carefully and settled into the wide, cushioned seat. She adjusted her seatbelt, then pulled the window shade up slowly.
The flight attendant leaned in, soft-voiced.
"Would you like something to drink before takeoff?"
"Just water, thank you."
Kyouko nodded politely, her gaze never leaving the window.
As the other passengers boarded, she rested her chin lightly on her hand.
Her thoughts drifted—not to where she was going, but to the one who wasn’t with her.
Kyouko leaned against the window, eyes half-lidded, her reflection faintly visible in the glass..a beautiful woman alone in business class, flying toward her hometown.