Chapter 1 -I hate moving out-
May 9, 2026 at 3:43 AM
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Moving out is crazy. Packing all your stuff into boxes, changing houses… You suddenly realize how many unnecessary things you gathered over the whole life and the desire to throw out half of it is almost undeniable. Like, why do I even need this lamp? What is this vase? Will I ever read this book? I cannot fit it into any of the boxes, how about putting it in the garbage can instead? So yeah, it’s harsh. But now imagine you’re not only changing houses. New city? New country.? Let’s go even further and move to a different continent because why not? So here I am, on a plane to start my college life in Japan — the country I was born and raised in but then moved out to America because of my father’s job. Let’s start from the beginning — My name is Nana Honjo, I am 21 and I’m about to join the University of Tokyo — Sports Science course. I aim to become a basketball coach just like my father. I discussed with him my future and we both agreed that I should study in Tokyo as there are rumors about some really talented players studying there. On top of that my mom, who is Japanese, wants me to spend some more time in my hometown to absorb some of that famous Japanese culture. I don’t exactly hate the idea, of course I’m gonna miss my parents, my older brother and all of my friends but I’m also quite excited to get to know new people, live alone for the first time and learn more about the culture. We moved to America when I was 6 years old so I don’t remember much. When I was younger I used to look at a lot of photos from the times we lived in Japan. It’s always a weird feeling watching my dad, who is American, in traditional Japanese clothes. My mom on the other hand is a whole different world. I wish I could wear a yukata and look as gorgeous as she used to. Well, maybe one day, who knows! My plan is quite simple — absorb as much culture as possible, find new friends, focus on sports studies and maybe join the basketball club as a manager? We’ll see about that last part.***
The flight was long and tiring. The moment I put my feet on the ground I feel like my body is ten times heavier than it actually is. It’s late Friday evening and all I’m dreaming about is going straight to bed. Most of my stuff is supposed to arrive tomorrow and the thought of unpacking makes me shiver. For now let’s focus on arriving home. Small tasks, step by step. I grab the one suitcase and the backpack I have with me, packed with the most necessary things like basic clothes, pajamas and toothbrush and get on the bus which is supposed to take me to the area my apartment is. I am going to live in a rented flat. My father found a perfect place, in the photos it looks quite small but cozy plus it’s close to the metro line, making it easy to commute to city center and University. I am planning to take on a part-time job to earn some money for my own expenses but my parents are also kind enough to send me a monthly transfer, which should be enough for the rent and food. The whole “living alone in Japan” thing was in fact their idea and they are willing to help me as much as they can. Also money is not exactly a problem in my family. Surprisingly I arrived at the designated district faster than expected. Perhaps it’s because I spent the whole journey listening to music and looking out the window, fascinated by the late evening but still illuminated Tokyo. I get out of the bus at the bus stop and look around. I don’t remember if I was supposed to go left or right now. I try to check Google Maps but I realize my phone is at 1% battery. I quickly run to the notes app to check the full address and code to the building I’m supposed to live at and just seconds later my phone dies. Great. I exhale loudly, gripping the handle of my suitcase a little tighter. I get the pen from my backpack and quickly write down the address on my forearm. It’s fine Nana, you got this. Just ask someone for directions. It’s not like you can’t speak Japanese, your mother made sure you get the proper language education. I look around and notice a couple of people walking down the streets. I smile brightly, trying to look as polite as possible and run towards an old lady who I believe looks like a local, she should know the directions. - Excuse me! — I try to catch up on her when suddenly something tall and hard appears on my way. I bump straight into a man, who walked out the corner of the building, my face basically squishing on his chest and then due to the force I bounce back and land on the ground, ass first. - What the… — Hearing a raspy voice I look up and see a slightly frowned and surprised face of a young man. He is wearing a baseball cap and it’s dark so I don’t see him clearly but I notice his dark blue eyes and tanned skin. — Tch. Be more careful, will ya? — Despite harsh words he still reaches out his hand to me, to help me get up. - I’m so sorry, I haven’t seen you around the corner — I quickly get up and slightly bow down — I didn’t want to cause any problems — I grab my backpack which also landed on the ground. - Stop apologizing. Jesus. — he sounds annoyed — Just don’t bump into strangers.- he starts walking away, not looking at me anymore, waving his hand like he doesn’t give a fuck about anything. - Umm… Excuse me?- I run towards him — Actually I am lost. Could you please help me get to this address?- I show him the notes written down on my forearm — My phone died and I can’t get the directions but I’m sure it’s somewhere nearby. Would you be so kind? He stopped and turned around towards me. He looks at me like I killed his family, like I am the most annoying person he ever met in his entire life. For a second I am sure he’s just gonna punch me in the face or, which is slightly a better scenario, turn around and leave without a word. I loudly gulp, louder than I planned to, nervous reaction perhaps? But then I noticed a small smirk on his lips, formed after he looked at my arm. What? He never saw notes written on the skin? This way I can’t lose it, isn’t it genius? - Just go straight and turn left — He suddenly replies, softer than I expected — I don’t know which exact building is 7A but you’ll figure it out once you’re there.- I stare at him for a moment, surprised but before I can say anything he starts walking again, leaving me behind. - Thank you! — I shout to him but he just raises up his hand, not looking back and waves like he doesn’t care. Which is probably true. I shrug my shoulders, grab the suitcase and start walking in the directions he showed me. Around five minutes later I am able to find the building with the number 7A and get inside thanks to the code I wrote on my wrist. For a minute I searched my bag for the keys, I attached a strawberry shaped key chain to locate it faster among all the stuff I carry in my bag. Aha, here they are! I put the key in the hole and opened the door leading to my new apartment. So here I am! Ready to begin my new life in Tokyo! Starting with a semi empty but cozy flat, the most important piece of furniture right now? Bed!***
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Author's note: I am writing this purely for my own fun but decided I can share as someone might enjoy it. There aren't that many fans of Aomine but I am somehow obsessed with this character, hehe. Please note that there are probably mistakes, errors and some logical issues but I don't take responsibility for that XD
