Diamond is Unbreakable x Reader

2: Last day in Japan

     It was dark but the whole city of Tokyo was wide awake. This was your last day in the country. Tomorrow you'll be departing.

You admit it was fun, although it was quite a bothersome avoiding your hometown. The last thing you'd want is to be spotted by your family there so you decided to travel the Tokyo since it was quite far away from the town you once lived.

You were exhausted, since this was your last day you did your best to go everywhere you can, eat everywhere you want and experience everything you can. Your shoulders were slumped, your calves were aching, arms sore from carrying your decent sized luggage.

You finally arrived at a bus stop, you sat down and left your luggage beside you. Your eyes were droopy, you glanced at your phone screen and realized it was almost late, you sighed in relief when a bus stopped in front of you, you gathered all your left over strength and stood up to enter the bus.

You swiped your card to the scanner before finding a seat. It was quite crowded but no one was standing, the seats were almost full but luckily when you reached the end of the bus there was still an unoccupied seat. You sat down with your luggage next to you.

The bus started to move again as you rested your head against the window you couldn't help but feel the drowsiness consume you again. You battled to yourself whether to take a nap or stay awake but before you decided you found yourself asleep.

You woke up from someone shaking your upper body as if they were trying to wake you up. "Miss please wake up." You heard a man's voice, it was faint but you opened your eyes, brows knitted together as you recognized the man. It was the driver.

You wondered to yourself why he isn't driving and waking you up instead, but you sort of figured it out when you looked around, there was no one there, only you and the kind driver.

"Where am I?" You asked half asleep rubbing off the excess sleep out of your sleepy eyes.

"We're at Morioh, miss. You slept through the ride and I didn't noticed you were still here until now." The driver explained with an embarrassed expression, you knew he felt bad so you decided not to freak out.

Where the hell is Morioh, you were unfamiliar with the place, you never heard of it, you guessed it was a small town since there wasn't any massive building on sight.

You calmed yourself, you were sure it was past midnight, no one was awake, it was dark, the moon was covered with thick clouds above.

"Shit." You whispered to yourself. You were supposed to leave early tomorrow– later rather. You checked the time on your phone it was 3:45 am and your flight is at 6 in the morning! You were going to miss it. There was no point on rushing back to Tokyo.

You face palmed, massaging your temples from frustration. You shouldn't have slept through the bus ride. But it was too late you were in an unfamiliar small town now, your budget was tight.

You turned to the driver who was still standing embarrassed, "Can I at least sleep here for a few hours?" You asked, his face was hesitant but he didn't said no because he blamed himself.

But instead of sleeping in the bus where you can't lay down he suggested you'd sleep on the bench inside the bus terminal. It was cold so he grabbed a heater and made you used it. You thanked the man, you didn't have the time to overthink everything, your luggage was beside you so there was nothing to worry about since Japan is one of the safest country, except this part of Japan is unfamiliar to you.

When you woke up you sighed in relief that nothing went missing, maybe except your sanity.

You thanked the staff in the terminal for letting you use the bench and the heater, the driver who drove you there weren't there anymore, you guessed he probably went to work. It was still quite early in the morning, 7:30 to be exact. You walked to the peaceful streets of Morioh dragging your luggage with you, you were hungry and decided to get breakfast before finding a place to stay.

You realized this town isn't that bad. It was peaceful and it seemed normal except the beautiful hue of the yellow sky. You were fascinated with it and unaware of your surrounding. You lightly bumped into someone's chest making you and the person grunt.

"Watch where you're going." You lifted your gaze up, your brows perked up seeing a man with green hair and a headband covering his forehead. He looked... Bizarre. His over all clothing was unique, you thought he looked good despite his face forming a frown at you. He's a good reference for drawing.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, your voice was small. You were embarrassed that your first interaction here was like this. You noticed he dropped a sketch book, you bent over to reach it and handed it to him.

You couldn't help but glance at the drawing on it. It wasn't closed and you can see it's drawn recently. You heard the man sighed, making you look back at him, his hands were reaching out waiting for you to hand him his sketch book.

"You drew that?" You asked as you handed him his stuff. The proportions, anatomy, and composition of the piece were on point. You couldn't help but be in awe. It was skillfully inked.

"Yes." He noticed how your eyes sparkled at his drawing. He also noticed that you were a tourist because of your clothing, luggage and the accent you have.

Your eyes sparkled even more when you heard him confirm it. You didn't noticed he walked away. You thought he was quite abrasive but very skilled. You also thought he was quite attractive.

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Ah yes Y/n's homeless era