The low hum of the airplane filled the cabin as the pilot announced their descent into Tokyo. The city lights sparkled like a sea of stars beneath the night sky, a breathtaking sight even for someone who had traveled the world. But for Elian Volkov, this trip wasn't just another stop on his busy schedule-it was personal.
As the plane touched down smoothly, he exhaled, his emerald-green eyes reflecting the anticipation brewing in his chest. It had been years since he last saw Taro Fujimura. No calls, no messages-just the faded memories of two boys who once promised to never drift apart.
He adjusted the sunglasses perched on his nose, a habit he developed to avoid unnecessary attention. After all, he was no longer the carefree child who played in the quiet streets of Japan. He was a globally recognized model and actor now-someone who couldn't walk down a street without cameras flashing in his direction. But despite all the fame, there was one thing missing.
Would Taro recognize him? Would he be happy to see him? Or had time erased what they once had?
Dragging his suitcase through the bustling airport, he ignored the curious glances from onlookers. His heart pounded as he stepped outside into the crisp Tokyo air, the scent of the city wrapping around him like a long-lost memory.
A taxi pulled up to the curb. Elian slid inside, giving the driver a familiar address-a place he hadn't visited in years. Taro's home.
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The streets of the quiet neighborhood looked almost the same as he remembered. Small houses with neatly kept gardens, bicycles parked outside, the scent of home-cooked meals lingering in the cool evening air. It was nothing like the grand hotels or luxury apartments Elian had grown used to. But here, in this place, he had once been just a boy-just Elian, not a celebrity.
The taxi slowed in front of a modest two-story house. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow over the entrance.
Elian stepped out, his heart hammering in his chest. Would they even recognize him?
With a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
There was a shuffling sound from inside, followed by the creak of the door opening.
A middle-aged woman stood there, her soft features radiating warmth and kindness. Yumi Fujimura. Taro's mother.
She blinked up at him, eyes scanning his face curiously. "Yes? Can I help you?"
Elian swallowed. "Oba-san... it's me. Elian."
Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering across her face. Then, her gaze settled on his eyes-those striking emerald-green eyes.
Her breath hitched. Her hand covered her mouth. "E-Elian...? Oh my god..."
Before he could say another word, she pulled him into a tight embrace.
"You're back," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
From inside the house, a younger voice called out.
"Okaasan? Who's at the door?"
A girl appeared behind Yumi, her eyes widening in shock. Taro's younger sister.
"Elian-nii?!"
Elian barely had time to react before she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You really came back..." she mumbled, her voice muffled against his jacket.
Elian smiled, his heart swelling with warmth.