Reception - Soma Kureno x Reader
Letās seeā¦ It was JAL, right? Flight number JL18. Scheduled arrival 11:40am. Right on time. He should be out any minute. He mentioned what he'd be wearing in the email with his flight itineraryā¦ What was it again? Oh right! Black turtleneck; check. Grey wool coat; check. Perfectly pressed trousers like he didn't just get off a 12 hour flight; check.
Wait... What? That's not possible... Did he fly first class or something?! No one's pants look that good after a long-haul red eye... More importantly, he is Japanese... Right?
His slender physique and exquisite posture like a professional ballet dancer are plausible. His porcelain skin like your collection of fine china is not expected but not unheard of. But itās his soft brown hair like acorns still lingering on the oaks, his amber eyes like wild heather honey, and the way you can tell instantly they're both natural that leave you speechless when he stands in front of you. When you accepted his application you hadn't been expecting this. A man? Yes. A creature fastened by the gods? No.
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