For the life of him, Yaku couldn't find a way to possibly sit still. After boarding the plane, he thought he'd be okay. His breathing checked out, but soon, as if the rest of him had just gotten into the plane, he started to tweak out.

Simply seeing an airplane could give Yaku a heart attack, yet there he was.

Sitting on a plane.

Alone.

He shifted his bag in his lap uncomfortably. He didn't know whether or not someone was seated next to him. If there wasn't, what would he do, being stuck with his panic and no reassurance?

He tried to shrug off his fear but it simply clung to him.

Maybe if he shut the window he could pretend he was in a car or something. Not thousands of miles in the sky in a flying vehicle of death.

He waited a moment before opening it again. What if he got claustrophobic? Before long, he'd open and shut the window so frantically, so many times, that it became stiff. He left it half opened.

He mentally face palmed. I need to calm down.

He leaned back in his seat, and his eyes darted around constantly, each set of eyes that passed were blank and emotionless. He concluded that they were business people due to the sophisticated clothes and suits. Appearing bored and hating their lives, he adults stuffed their bags into the over head compartments and slumped in their seats.

"What a pitiful way to live.." He muttered. "I hope I don't end up like that..."

He sighed and shifted in his seat anxiously. He wouldn't be able to take a job that traveled over seas. His brain muddled over different occupations which could suit him, and where he would go after graduation. His eyes blurred as he blanked out.

God, what the hell am I even gonna do?

His focus on the back of the chair in front of him snapped when a loud crash sounded towards the entrance of the plane.

Yaku's heart dropped into him stomach.

Oh my god, we haven't even taken off and we're being hijacked. What the fuck, this is my luck? This is Japan, why are there terrorists!

Yaku began to tack off the worst possibilities, that is, until he heard an oddly accented apology.

"Gomen, gomen! Here, let me help you." The deep rumbling tone sounded out. Yaku frowned and pushed his bag off his lap and leaned across the outer seat.

He peaked his head out, and he observed an annoying sight.

"I'm so sorry, I was just so excited to be on the plane I was running and..." A tall, like really tall, guy crouched down to scrape together clothing items into his big hands. He stood, his long, muscular legs propelling him up, and he handed the pile to the victim of his energy.

I pray for the godforsaken person who has to sit with that guy. Yaku chuckled to himself and shook his head. That sounds truly hellish.

He sat back up properly and leaned his head on the window.

Footsteps tracked down the walkway, and Yaku stared at his hands. They became louder, heavier, closer. Then they stopped all together, and a dark shadow covered him.

He glanced up, but his eyes met the stomach of a towering man, and they crawled up his broad chest and to his face. His up turned emerald green eyes trained on him, and Yaku felt actual intimidation. His nearly parted grey hair led Yaku to realize that he was the big buffoon that knocked someone over with their things.

Yaku scowled lightly, but couldn't quite muster up a completely venomous glare of his own for the piercing, cat like eyes of the person before him were honestly creepy.

But a moment later, the tall man shifted gears, and produced a wide, closed mouth smile, and his features softened into a dopey look.

"Hey there, little guy, where's your mom-..." He began and Yaku's eye twitched. He shifted in his seat, stretching his small legs out and kicked the giant before him.

"What the fuck do you think I am? Eight? Show a little respect you bastard." Yaku hissed.

Lev flinched and laughed. "Ahh, I'm sorry, you're just so tiny I thought you were-..."

Another successful swipe from Yaku.

"Just sit down, dumbass." Yaku already was annoyed by the idiot, and he leaned his head back on the window.

Lev pushed his stuff into the over head compartment and sat, his long legs a bit cramped between the two seats.

"So, what's your name?" The man asked cheerily.

Yaku turned his head. "Yaku Morisuke."

The other nodded. "Cool, I'm Haiba Lev, but call me Lev."

Yaku cocked his head to the side slightly. "You have an odd accent, and an odd name, too. Are you not native to Japan?"

Lev's brows raised. "You noticed? Huh, I'm half Russian, and my moms accent influenced mine a bit."

"Oh, interesting. So you speak Russian?"

"No, just enough to greet my mothers side of the family over the phone and sing happy birthday." Lev shrugged.

Yaku laughed lightly. "The important stuff, huh?"

Lev smiled and nodded.

They soon fell silent, and Yaku found himself staring out the window once more.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the weather is beautiful out and I think this will be a pleasant ride. Please, find your seats and fasten your seat belts and prepare for take off."

Yaku stiffened.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck...

His breathing began to lose its regular vague pace, and he began to fumble with his belt. Next to Yaku, Lev observed quietly, as he buckled his own belt without looking down.

"You okay there, little buddy?" Lev teased.

Yaku's panic subsided slowly, anger seeping into the cracks left by the panic. He punched Lev's arm. "Stop fucking calling me short, moron."

Lev laughed heartily. "Is this your first flight?" He asked, ignoring the fury on Yaku's face.

Yaku frowned. "N-No... Why?"

Lev merely grinned. "Oh, that's interesting."

The it was the second plane Yaku's ever been on. The first time, there was slight turbulence and Yaku thought he was going to die. Ever since, even though he ended up okay, Yaku's been petrified of airplanes.

The engines started then. The vibrations rumbled across the plane, and Yaku's heart beat resonated in his ear drums, and he once again began to freak out.

Lev's green eyes caught every little adorable detail as Yaku's breathing rapidly changed into pants. The airplane began to move, and the take off began.

As they increased speed, the rate of Yaku's breath matched it.

"Ne, Yaku-San?" Lev asked.

Yaku turned his head, his eyes focusing on Lev.

"Why exactly are you so short?"

Yaku's panic vanished. Even as he felt the increase in night, the lift off, and the G-Forces pressing him back into his seat, his anger fought its way out.

"Lev, you fucking bastard, I will kill you!" Yaku spat out, his little hands clenched as he fumed with rage.

"Well, we're up in the air now, so maybe later." Lev said, pointing out the window. Yaku's caramel eyes remained on the stupid giant. "Look!" Lev insisted.

Yaku slowly glanced out, the sky was clear and blue, and below them the skyscrapers and office buildings had shrunk into two dimensional squares.

His jaw dropped and he resisted the urge to press his forehead against the window. "Whoah, it's beautiful..."

Lev smiled and watched as Yaku excitedly began to describe the sight. Lev could tell that it wasn't something he'd ever see from the boy again.

(A/N) Hey there loves. I just really wanted to write this and I used my own experience for Yaku's initial panic because I have been freaking out on a plane pretty similarly to Yaku.
But anyhow, I really love the way their relationship is, and i wanted to kinda show like how immediately they were like back and forth. But as well as that, if you didn't understand what I was trying to do, I was trying to subtly throw in a bit of consideration of other people's emotions from Lev in his weird Lev way.
Every time Yaku kinda started to freak out, Lev pulled his attention away from his fear by teasing him about his height. It's sweet in its own way, because Lev didn't want Yaku to like have a heart attack.
So I hope you enjoyed !! xxluca