Japan x Reader After Rain Comes Love (Lemon)
"Where am I?"
You looked around, but it was pitch black.
You reached out in front of you, feeling nothing but empty air. However, you were surprised that the darkness beneath you was firm. Taking cautious steps, you began making your way through it.
After what seemed like forever, you came upon some light. It wasn't very bright, but at least it was there.
Looking up, you saw that it came from millions of stars in a magnificent night sky. There was a huge hill, covered in soft-looking green grass. It felt nice and cool under your feet.
You made it to the top, still stargazing. Then something amazing happened, a star shot across the sky. It was there and gone in a second, but you had seen that it was glowing white and red. It was beautiful.
You clasped your hands together, closed your eyes, and followed tradition, wishing on the shooting star. You always wished for the happiness of others, but this one would be for you. So, you wished for your own happiness.
A little breeze swept through your hair and a whisper flew past your ear, "…" You opened your eyes. Looking around, you saw nothing but the serene sight before you. Then you heard it again, "…wait…love….heart…you…"
"What?" you peered at the sky as if searching for answers. Light of red and white flashed again, it was blindingly bright, but warm. Almost gentle. Then a shadow appeared before you.
Normally, something like that would be terrifying and have you heading in the other direction, but this one seemed different. You could feel him watching you, even though you couldn't see his eyes.
Curiosity got the better of you and you took a few steps toward him. You reached out your right hand to touch him, but then he vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Please wait for me, my love. For someday, my heart will belong to you."
You felt the warm sunlight shine down on you through your curtains. Your (eye color) eyes opened slowly. You saw your room, just as it had been last night.
You forced yourself up, "…the dream again…"
That dream was one that you've been having for a while now. You could never figure out what it meant. It was always the same- you always wished for happiness and out of nowhere some guy comes, claiming he would love you someday. You didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, so could it mean you would find one soon?
However, you had no time to ponder the possibilities because you had to get ready for school. You were excited to get there so you could write to Kiku.
A few months ago, your teacher had made arrangements with various schools around the world for you and your classmates to have pen pals that would eventually come to the United States to study. You had gotten a pen pal from Tokyo, Japan. His name was Kiku Honda.
Immediately, you had thought it would be tricky communicating with a foreigner, who probably didn't know English that well. Your first letter was nothing special, just a small introduction and some of your likes, dislikes, etc. You really hadn't put too much effort, so you didn't remember what you rambled on about.
A few days later, your teacher handed out the pen pals' responses. You looked at the envelope on your desk, there was your name, written neatly in the middle.
You turned it over, not caring that it tore a little while you opened it. You scanned the first page, a little surprised that it was in English. So, "Kiku" understood it and could write in it, as well.
It is nice to meet you, ____-San, even though it is on paper. My name is Honda Kiku. In Japan, we list our last names first, so my name is Kiku. I was very glad to receive your letter. I must say, you speak of such a variety of fascinating things. A hamburger the size of Texas, which is a state, yes? Your state is (your state), correct? I looked it up, it looks very nice.
As for my daily life, I'm afraid that it isn't as glamorous as yours. I live in a house with four others. They are not related to me, but I consider them family. I am dedicated to school at the moment. But I am excited about getting the opportunity to study abroad. In my spare time, I enjoy watching anime, reading manga, and playing video games. I do hope that we can get along.
I look forward to your next letter, Honda.]
Shoot, now you felt a little guilty. He seemed like a nice kid and was genuinely interested in talking to you. You decided you'd write a more honest letter this time around. Luckily, the teacher only made sure you wrote to them, but never read your letters.
I'm sorry about all the stuff I said in my first letter, I wasn't really into this whole pen pal thing to begin with. But after I read your letter, I couldn't help having a change of heart. You seem like a very nice person, Honda.
Yes, Texas is a state. Uh, I don't think there is a burger as big as that, but it was just an expression anyway. Yeah, I live in (your state). It's okay here, I guess, I've lived here all my life- Japan sounds much better, very exotic. I've seen pictures of it and I hve to say, your country is very beautiful. My life isn't really all that glamorous, but it's better than no life, right? I hope you like it when you come here. I like all those things, too! We can do all of them here!
I honestly hope you will still be my pen pal so I can get to know the real you.
I hope we can still get along, ____.]
You waited the entire week for the next letter. As the teacher handed out everyone's next response, you were getting nervous, 'what if he doesn't want to be my pen pal anymore...I wouldn't blame him, but...'
Your teacher finished and you still didn't have an envelope on your desk. You sighed and put your head on it, 'I guess that's it...'
"____, I hope you aren't planning to sleep in my class," your teacher called beside you.
You raised your head and saw a scowl on her face, "here, I almost missed yours, I don't see how though considering this envelope." She placed it on your desk and walked away.
You looked at it, surprised you even got a response, but even more surprised at the envelope itself. The envelope had a print of a beautiful sakura blossom tree, with petals falling from it. Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't really sure why. Gingerly, you picked up the envelope and opened it as carefully as you could.
Thank you for telling me the truth. If I may be honest with you, I was not looking forward to the pen pal project either, mostly due to anxiety over meeting new people. However, after I read your letters, I also had a change of heart.
Yes, Japan is an amazing place, but I really would like to see your home. I hope that didn't sound as creepy as I think it did. Oh! You like those activities, too! I think we will get along just fine! I will try to bring some anime and video games with me.
I want to get to know the real you, as well, ____-San.
P.S. A burger the size of Texas did sound a little suspicious]
You re-read the letter again and again, laughing every time you got to the last line, he was pretty funny. You were also relieved that he still wanted to be your pen pal. Your teacher eyed you from her desk, so you forced yourself to calm down, still giggling in your head.
After that, you would happily read his letters when they arrived each month and would respond with whatever came to mind. You felt more comfortable with Kiku than you did with any of your guy friends. He was a great person you could actually confide into. He always spoke with intelligence and politeness, with funny comments and cute drawings on the side to lighten things up.
You just finished reading the latest letter, the one before the pen pals would come to America next week. Your heart beat with excitement as you looked over the rest of the letters from the special hiding place you had for them. You kept them in a wooden box with his name on it.
Your brother, Alfred, always tried to peek inside, so you had to find new hiding places for it constantly.
"Aw, come on, sis! You can show Big Bro, can't you?" he pouted at the dinner table, his mouth full of junk food.
"No way, Alfred."
"Would you want me to look at the letters from you and Ivan?" you countered, Ivan was Alfred's pen pal from Russia.
"Hell no! I mean, NO!"
"Not so fun when the shoe is on the other foot, huh?"
"We were talking about letters, not shoes, duh. Gah, whatever! I'm going to be late talking to the Ruskie," he ran over to his room. "Not because I like him or anything, he's just pretty cool to talk to!" Al called over his shoulder.
At first he hadn't liked Ivan, calling him "that commie bastard" and "Ivan the terribly awful," all because Alfred was still sore about losing his Poke'mon Trading Card Master title to a Russian when you two were eleven.
However, you talked him into giving it a chance, like you and Kiku. Reluctantly, he agreed and to his amazement he actually liked talking to Ivan. They were getting along so well, they had actually started talking on the phone and video chatting. You though there was definitely going to be something going on between them, but your brother always denied it, face bright red.
You smiled to yourself as you watched his retreating form. Your parents were on an important business cruise and wouldn't be back for months. They thought you could handle taking care of yourself and your brother. So, they left you in charge, even though he was the older one.
They knew about the whole pen pals coming to stay with you, but you both have taken martial arts your whole lives and knew how to defend yourselves. So, they knew you'd be okay.
You walked to your room and crossed off another day on your calendar, "…just six more days to go. Oyasumi nasai, Kiku~" you whispered.