chronochica
Mikoto was holding a paper airplane that he had acquired a few blocks back. Some child had made it and tossed it haphazardly in the air, almost poking the redhead’s eye out. That would have been detrimental to his well-being and overall good looks. Fortunately, Mikoto had snatched it out of the air before it hit his face and did any damage, glowering at said child before stomping away angrily.
“Man, what a pain in the ass. At least, back at home, I didn’t almost get hit by paper airplanes. I could’ve just played my otome games in peace, but noooo. Here I am.”
He was debating whether or not to throw the damned thing away since he looked rather foolish carrying around something that was too immature for a charming man such as he. Letting out a loud sigh, he chucked the airplane into the nearest trash can, but sadly miscalculated. The airplane flew beyond the trash can and hit the nearest person, leading Mikoto to run after the airplane, an apology on the tip of his tongue.
