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breaching the horizon ever so slightly, the sun rose steadily above the ocean’s surface. the cold wind blew into natsume’s face almost playfully, messing up the bundle of hair he’d worked so hard to style earlier that morning. grumbling with contempt, he turned his attention to the raven-haired man just a few steps away, wholly unbothered by the merciless breeze and the chilly seawater crashing by their feet.
why did i agree on going barefoOT?
to be fair, willingly having their feet dirtied and being overall disheveled by nature itself was quite uncharacteristic for either of them, but when his lover wanted something, he had his ways of persuasion— smiling fondly as natsume woke up, nuzzling into his neck, whispering his plans for the morning in a saccharine tone that made the crimson-haired idol melt into his arms— how cruel, he’ll get his revenge soon enough.
lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the vampiric man slowly creeping up from behind him, snaking his arms around natsume’s waist, laughing giddily at the magician’s tiny squeak. the latter tries to push ritsu’s arms away, to no avail.
the crimson-haired man sighs in annoyance, hair disheveled more than ever, “what do you get out of thIS? it’s a pain to clean up sandy feet, you knOW.”
natsume looks back to his lethargic partner in life, but ritsu only gives a teasing smile in response, removing his arms and allowing the other to fully turn around. once they’re face-to-face, he takes natsume’s hand, closing his eyes before nuzzling his cheek into the other’s palm.
“tsukippi told me doing this sort of thing was romantic. you’re always working so hard, i wanted to help you relax,” ritsu opened his eyes, waiting for the magician’s reaction, whose face was currently unreadable.
in reality, natsume wanted to die right then and there— the way ritsu’s wine red eyes imprinted onto his own golden pair, the way he held his hand ever so delicately— this man was too much for his heart. still, he tried to be rational, hoping the breeze would cool the rising heat he felt in his cheeks.
resting his head on ritsu’s shoulder, he whispered softly, “you’re so dumb, going this far...”
if ritsu noticed his shift in tone, he doesn’t mention it, knowing fully well what such things entailed.
*
on the way back home, the two were a bit less lovesick, as ritsu begun whining quite childishly, “nattsun~ my feet are all wet and grainy, take responsibility, will you?”
maybe it’s not too late for natsume’s revenge plot to take place.