Your boots hammering the cold floor of the airport, you stopped in front of the impressive panel announcing the next arrivals and departures. Your suitcase at your feet were full of warm clothes, weapons being impossible to bring with you with all the security you’ll have to face due to the anti-terrorism campaign. Your hand nervously played with the scarf around your neck, betraying your anxiety. Hopefully, two arms soon pulled you against a warm body, a low voice murmuring to your ear.
« Relax, everything’s gonna fine, » Nishinoya said lovingly.
« I hope so, » you said, turning around to face him.
Smiling, his hands tenderly caressed your cheeks, trying to give you some of his assurance.
« This is the first time I’m coming back to Russia… » you said. « And defeating the main gang isn’t going to be easy either, even if we can rely on the element of surprise…