midnight longing

Tendou had no choice but to admit how his life became bathed in listless regrets. Every waking hour provided a missed opportunity, whether it'd be a memory he looked more fondly over than the people he shared them with, or a decision he was too slow to make. In hopes of "spicing up his life" (younger Tendou would be appalled by how boring he had become), Tendou bought a rather costly plane ticket back to Japan, directly from Paris. Luck struck him then, given it was the last direct flight for a while—he glossed over the long maintenance reminder. In a meditative state, he packed his clothes, his souvenirs and an impassive part of his heart before boarding the plane.