[The touch was brief, but the feeling shot through his body like electricity, feeling the rough, worn fingers gloss over his smoother, smaller ones. He remembers when he was actually just a fraction taller than Fudou back in Middle School, how that boy quickly sprung up over the course of a year, while Sakuma himself had grown more steadily. Now he can't help but laugh at how Fudou's hand could now take hold of his pretty easily, strong and rough on the outside just like Fudou himself...
No, this was NOT the thought he wanted to change to! Fingers grip into that cloth more as he curses to himself, waiting for whatever it was that Fudou wanted to show him. There's no more conversation, nothing else heard aside from the wind whipping past them. And...maybe that was a good thing.
It's not until Fudou pulls up to their destination that Sakuma even gets a hint of where they're at. The smell of salt, sea, and sand was familiar--a scent he always truly loved as he raises his head, peeking over Fudou's shoulder.
And before he can be stopped, Sakuma gets off the motorcycle, walking forward to see the coastline, its waves lapping up against the shore, the briny smell of sea infiltrating that helmet until he pulls it off, feeling the salt cling to his nostrils and the wind whipping his ponytail over his shoulder.]
This place...
[He smiles, golden eye softening as it follows the tide in and out. To be honest...he's not sure what about the sea makes it so alluring. Maybe it's because across it lie where his dreams were. Maybe because it's where so many of his friends went, and he wanted to join them. Maybe it was the tidepools, how with every crash of wave a new ecosystem was born. Another chance at life because of a simple pulling of the ocean.
Maybe it was the air--so fresh and invigorating unlike the stuffy walls of the school he worked in all day (and sometimes all night). Maybe he envied the water itself, who could go anywhere and everywhere it wanted. You couldn't chain the sea to any one specific thing.
No matter what it was...it was his favourite spot in the whole world.]
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No, this was NOT the thought he wanted to change to! Fingers grip into that cloth more as he curses to himself, waiting for whatever it was that Fudou wanted to show him. There's no more conversation, nothing else heard aside from the wind whipping past them. And...maybe that was a good thing.
It's not until Fudou pulls up to their destination that Sakuma even gets a hint of where they're at. The smell of salt, sea, and sand was familiar--a scent he always truly loved as he raises his head, peeking over Fudou's shoulder.
And before he can be stopped, Sakuma gets off the motorcycle, walking forward to see the coastline, its waves lapping up against the shore, the briny smell of sea infiltrating that helmet until he pulls it off, feeling the salt cling to his nostrils and the wind whipping his ponytail over his shoulder.]
This place...
[He smiles, golden eye softening as it follows the tide in and out. To be honest...he's not sure what about the sea makes it so alluring. Maybe it's because across it lie where his dreams were. Maybe because it's where so many of his friends went, and he wanted to join them. Maybe it was the tidepools, how with every crash of wave a new ecosystem was born. Another chance at life because of a simple pulling of the ocean.
Maybe it was the air--so fresh and invigorating unlike the stuffy walls of the school he worked in all day (and sometimes all night). Maybe he envied the water itself, who could go anywhere and everywhere it wanted. You couldn't chain the sea to any one specific thing.
No matter what it was...it was his favourite spot in the whole world.]