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The two of them found themselves at a fishing town by the sea.
The result of Toshinori attempting to read and interpret the hodgepodge of routes, tracks, paths crisscrossing with fine prints, symbols, and landmarks on the crinkled paper map he brought along.
Shouta contributed his own interpretations, half of which get dismissed by his companion. They argued. The one-sided exchange really his attempt to steer the other in the right direction. So they would end up at their set destination.
But Toshinori was the type who, when he made up his mind, no external force could influence his decision. Even if his intuition ended up being wrong.
So, they hopped off the train in a setting they never planned on arriving at.
The locals here wore a terracotta tan along with their sleeveless tops and swim trunks. The salty, oceanic scent poured out from their pores with their sweat. Soon, with quiet observation, the brunet picked out visitors like themselves in the crowds. The light-skinned tourists smelled of artificial coconut-scented sunscreen.
After a short exploration, they found a nearby inn to stay at. Luckily, since summer had only started, the rates weren't as high as they anticipated. Dropping off their minimal luggage, the two changed. Their new attire adhering to local fashion.
Afterwards, they mingled with the crowd following the dark-skinned locals on a trail to the beach. It was a few hours past noon. Even though they got lost on the way, they hadn't forgotten to eat lunch on the train before arriving to this foreign territory.
Walking on the soft, flour-like beach sand, and gazing at the distant horizon, the blond commented. "Did you know, Aizawa-kun, that the color of the sea varies according to the time of day?"
The brunet shrugged. He hadn't been by the water side much. Let alone had time or the energy to observe natural phenomena.
"The color scheme around noon and early afternoon is the prettiest, don't you think?" With the indigo of the deeper depths. As the waters spread inward into land, the dark blue softened to a cerulean, then a prehnite green, to a light beige. The beige really the color of the beach sand, the land, seeping through the clear water.
"It's truly a beautiful sight." Toshinori uttered. His usual chattiness dying as he lost himself entirely in the rare scene before his eyes.
As much as it became a sight to behold, Shouta wanted to tell him how wrong he was. Because the other currently focused entirely on the scene before him, he didn't notice him admiring the colors of the sea reflected in his eyes. The blues and greens and tans combining to an abstract masterpiece.
If Toshinori could stand and stare at the scene in front of him forever, then Shouta could stare at his eyes for an eternity. Time discarded. Forgotten. Unimportant. Washed away by the swishing tides, advancing to then retreating from the shore.
Later that night, they made love on the mattress at the inn. When the tears of pleasure spilled from his lover's eyes, it's as if the ocean overflowed. A tsunami swallowed him, drowning him in its depths. Shouta tasted salt. Though, he knew no sweeter tragedy.
Hours of standing under the bright sun cast a rosy hue upon their beige skin. No doubt once the redness recedes, it'll be replaced with a tan to prove their adventure.