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“Hey honey?” Blake said, “There’s a lake near your place, right?”
Yang swerved from her place in the kitchen, Blake lying lazily on the couch, fidgeting with a gold ring between her fingers.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Would you wanna go fishing with me? If I remember correctly there’s a decent trout population there, we can cook up something for lunch or dinner, if you’re up to it of course.”
Yang smiled, “Of course we can.”
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“Ugh, do we have to get out this early?” Yang stretched, the sun barely over the horizon, a cold morning chill breezed in the forest.
“Trout are active early mornings, we’ll have the advantage.”
Blake spotted the lake first, setting down her large backpack of equipment, and her tackle box, Yang dropping an icebox next to the bags.
The tackle box was black, made of canvas, and had multiple pockets surrounding it, with a zipper opening at the top. The front of it had an embroidery, seemingly hand-stitched, of Blake’s emblem.
Blake reached into the backpack, pulling out two heavy-duty fishing rods, handing one to Yang. She grabbed two fold-out chairs and placed them out along the shore.
“So… how exactly do I do this?” Yang awkwardly held her fishing rod out.
“Oh! It’s easy!” Blake reached their hand into the bait box and pulled out a faux soft plastic worm. “You hook the worm through the head here, move it a bit up on the hook then point the hook out of the body, and twist that head all the way up to the top. You line up the worm's body to where the hook would puncture it and still have the worm straight. There!” She handed the rod back to Yang. “It’s called a Vacuo Rig. There’s different coloured baits too, black and green pumpkin being the most universally used, but bright ones work in certain water conditions-”
“Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to infodump that all on you.”
“No! No, you’re fine, trust me,” Yang lightly held onto Blakes's hand, “I like listening to you talk, I could listen to you all day.”
Blake turned away embarrassed, before doing the same to their own rod.
Blake grinned out into the lake, “And now for the moment we’ve been waiting for…” They cast their line into the waters and sat down in her seat watching the waters in front of her. Yang mirrored her actions, the line not going out as far as Blake’s, but it was good enough. Yang sat in her seat as well, grabbing the bottom of the seat and inching herself closer to Blake’s.
The two sat in silence for what felt like hours, no words spoken but still comforting, the birds chirping and the sun just barely peeking up from the horizon.
“Blake?” Yang turned to them, barely in a whisper.
“Yeah?” Blake slowly met her gaze.
“Do you remember, back at Beacon, when I took you fishing?”
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“Wait, you rented this boat out for us to fish in?” Blake eyed the kayak up and down.
“Is it...bad? I can go replace it with a better one! It just seemed the best bang for the buck and-” Yang said, avoiding their gaze and scratching her neck anxiously.
“No! No - it’s perfect. Let’s get going then.”
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“Are you having a good time?” Yang leaned back in her seat, watching the idle waves rock the kayak back and forth.
“Of course I am! I’ve caught a ton of fish! Are you?” Blake said.
Yang couldn’t break her heart, “Yeah! Totally.” The lack of bites making her mildly upset.
Blake’s grin doubled in size, just before turning back into the vast waters.
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Blake closed her eyes and let out a content exhale. “I remember it fondly, yes. One of the multitudes of dates-not-dates you took me on. You were so head over heels for me.” They rolled their eyes and looked at Yang smugly.
Yang grew warm, blood flushing her cheeks. “That obvious huh?”
“You indulged me so often on your little escapades, it’s cute. What a lovesick puppy.” She softly booped Yang’s nose before chuckling softly to herself. Blake softly reached for Yang’s hand and looked out onto the lake
Yang opened her mouth before any sound came out, the rod flexed with a bite. Both of them jumped up, Yang taking hold of the rod first and reeling as hard as she could,
“Shit! This thing’s a fighter!”
“Don’t fight with it too hard! Let out some give before reeling it in more.” Blake watched the line move closer and closer to the shore with stars in her eyes.
Yang’s heels dug into the rocky dirt, reeling the fish in with her whole body. She gave the rod one rough tug and a fish flopped onto the shore. Blake screamed with excitement, rushing up to the fish to hook their thumb into its mouth, gently picking it up, and pulling the hook out its mouth.
Yang dropped the rod and walked up to Blake, watching the fish flop hopelessly in the air. “That thing’s massive…”
“It’s a trout all right, and definitely over 3 pounds. Here, I’ll put it down and gut it so you can put it in the ice.” Blake got up and walked towards the lake, Yang keeping an eye on Blake’s rod.
It wasn’t soon after that a fish caught on Blake’s rod, Yang in the middle of putting the first catch in ice, and Blake flawlessly reeling in another trout. To say Yang was enamored by Blake was an understatement , she was still that same ‘lovesick puppy’ from Beacon all those years ago. They spent the next hour or so relaxing, sitting in their seats drinking in each other's presence before wildly pulling at their fishing rods fighting the next catch, and putting it in ice.
They reeled in 6 fish that trip, Blake cleaning up the equipment and Yang carrying the icebox proudly back to the house.
“So, did you have a good time?” Blake asked, watching their step.
“Actually, yeah! I didn’t think we’d catch that much.” Yang adjusted her grip on the box, “Thanks for teaching me all that stuff.”
Blake nodded, ears perking up, and let out a satisfied hum.
The two eventually made it back to Yang’s home, where Yang readied the grill and Blake seasoned and prepared the trout for grilling.
Nothing ever beats a homemade meal.