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The sea looked different once autumn knocked on their door.
Chishiya stood at the edge of the rental cottage's deck, watching dawn break over water that stretched endless and gray-blue beneath an overcast sky. It suited him, in a way, to enjoy the stillness that came after the storm — to let silence press close like a heavy blanket, to hear the sea breathing with him — and after months surrounded by constant noises, this was almost startling in its peace.
It had been two weeks since his discharge from the hospital — and two weeks since his department head had insisted on a medical leave he hadn’t wanted to take. Arisu, of course, had been more insistent still. His boyfriend had all but glued himself to the dining table at home, pretending to work while sneaking glances at him every twenty minutes, like he might disintegrate if left alone for too long.
Hence the beach — a spontaneous getaway, as Arisu had called it in that bright, stubborn way of his. The younger man then proceed to spend days afterward arranging everything with Usagi, who had happily offered her family's coastal cottage for as long as they needed. Just for a few days, he said with that lopsided grin that always made resistance feel pointless. The salt air will be good for you.
What he had really, truly meant was: You need to learn how to exist without punishing yourself.
And perhaps Arisu was right about that one, though Chishiya would rather swallow seawater than admit it out loud.
Somewhere in the distance, the tide rolled in, and he let out a soft sigh as the cold air started to sting his lungs. Behind him, faint sounds drifted through the small gap of the door — floorboards creaking, a kettle clicking, off-tune humming of a song they both loved — and from that he knew…
His boyfriend was awake.
Chishiya didn't turn around right away. Part of him wanted to preserve the solitude a little longer, to stay suspended in this thin space between night and morning where everything felt less demanding, but then the scent of coffee reached him, faint but unmistakable, and he could picture Arisu already fussing in the kitchen, hair a mess, eyes still half-lidded with sleep — a lovely sight he would gladly indulge on for the rest of his life.
“Found you,” came the warm, familiar voice pressing against his shoulders.
He smiled faintly at that comment, eyes still on the horizon. “You make it sound like I was hiding.”
“Weren't you?” Arisu's hand appeared in his peripheral vision, offering a steaming mug of tea. Their fingers brushed briefly during the exchange, and Chishiya felt warmth seep into his perpetually cold hands. “It's freezing out here.”
“It's refreshing.”
“It's hypothermic.” The younger man shot back, though he didn't push further, choosing to simple settle beside him. “Couldn't sleep?”
“I slept.” Chishiya took a sip of the tea — green, just the way he preferred it, because Arisu paid attention to details like that. “Just woke up early.”
“… At dawn?”
“The distinction matters.”
Arisu hummed, unconvinced, but didn't push any further. They then stood in silence for a while afterward, listening to the waves and all those little stories they had to tell.
“You know,” the brunette said eventually, voice soft enough to blend with the wind, “Usagi mentioned there's a hiking trail nearby that goes up to a lighthouse. We could check it out later if you're feeling up to it.”
Chishiya considered the offer. A few months ago, he would have dismissed it outright — saw no practical value in exerting energy for a view he could probably find online. But that version of himself had also told his boyfriend to leave over dinner plans, had landed in the ER alone, had nearly bled out from stress he had pretended to never exist in the first place.
So he relented instead, nodding along with a soft “Alright” slipping off his tongue.
Arisu turned sharply toward him at his answer, surprise evident in those soft brown eyes. “… Wait, really?”
“Don't make me repeat myself.”
“No, I just—” His boyfriend chuckled then, the sound bright and genuine. “I was expecting at least three logical arguments about why hiking is inefficient exercise from you, not an… easy agreement to my suggestion.”
“Don't get me wrong, it is still pointless to me,” Chishiya retorted. “But apparently I'm supposed to be learning how to do pointless things for the sake of... what did you call it? Living?”
“Existing without self-destruction was the exact phrasing, but close enough.” Arisu's smile softened, and he bumped their shoulders together gently. “I'm proud of you.”
Those words settled somewhere in his chest, foreign and uncomfortable in the way genuine affection always was. He had spent so long building walls — convincing himself that detachment was safety, that caring less meant hurting less — that moments like this still felt like standing too close to an open flame.
But Arisu had always been patient with his sharp edges, and Chishiya knew he could trust his boyfriend with all the little imperfect pieces he carried within himself.
“Don't get used to it,” he muttered at last, turning away before his boyfriend could notice the faint blush creeping up his ears.
“Too late.” The younger man leaned against the railing, steam from his own mug curling between them. “I'm already planning our next completely impractical adventure. Kuina suggested a pottery class.”
“Absolutely not.”
“A cooking class?”
“I'm a surgeon. My knife skills are adequate.”
“A dance class?”
Chishiya shot his boyfriend a flat look. “Are you actively trying to torture me?”
“I'm just trying to help you have fun,” Arisu protested, though his eyes were dancing with amusement. “You know, that thing normal people do when they're not working themselves into ulcers?”
“… Low blow.”
“But accurate.” His boyfriend's expression softened further. “Besides, you promised you'd try, remember? Back at the hospital, when you were crying into my hoodie and—”
“Okay, that's enough,” Chishiya interrupted sharply, heat rushing to his face. “I'll go to one pottery class. However, if Kuina makes fun of anything I make, I'm leaving.”
“Deal.” Arisu grinned victoriously, then tilted his head toward the cottage. “Alright, let's get some breakfast in you. Doctor's orders.”
“You're not a doctor.”
“No, but I'm sleeping with one, which gives me partial credentials to be like one.”
Despite himself, Chishiya felt his lips twitch upward. “That's not how medical authority works.”
“Sounds like something someone with low blood sugar would say,” the brunette countered, holding out his hand. “Now, shall we head back in?”
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After breakfast, they headed out along the narrow trail that led toward the lighthouse.
The path wound through windswept grass and weathered rocks, but nothing about those obstacles was difficult to get through. If anything, Chishiya found himself grateful for this little challenge he had set for himself — for the fact that he didn't have to be anywhere else aside from here, next to the man who had somehow made the concept of slowing down in life bearable.
“Careful,” the brunette said, reaching back to steady him over a particularly uneven section. His hand was warm even through Chishiya's jacket sleeve. “… There you go.”
“I had ulcers, Ryō, not a lobotomy.”
“I know you'll be fine, just—” Arisu giggled softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “—humor me, yeah?”
So he did.
They walked until the path began to slope and the sea below stretching wider with every step. Above them, they could see the seagulls wheeling, their cries sharp against the crashing sea. His boyfriend was ahead of him now, hoodie hood half-fallen, hair ruffled by the breeze. He looked back often — not because Chishiya was lagging, but simply because he liked to look.
It shouldn't have undone him — that simple affection alongside with the feeling of being loved — and yet, somehow, it always did.
“What are you thinking about?” Arisu asked when they paused at a rocky outcrop, both slightly breathless.
Chishiya looked out at the water, watching waves fold and unfold against the shore. There were so many things swirling in his mind, and yet it felt like none of them was enough to explain his feelings right now — about how the ocean looked different depending on the light, or how Arisu's hand felt in his, or how it turned out that he wasn't so unlovable after all.
“I'm thinking,” he said eventually, voice slow and careful, “that I understand why people write poetry about the sea.”
Arisu blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. “Yeah?”
“It's… constant but never the same, predictable in its unpredictability.” Chishiya glanced at him. “I suppose there's something… comforting about that.”
“… Shun, baby.” His boyfriend's voice was soft, slightly teasing and reverent all the same. “Are you having a moment of genuine emotional vulnerability right now?”
“… Don't ruin it.”
“I'm not! I'm just—” Arisu stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I'm glad that you're here and enjoying our vacation. You deserve it, you know?”
Chishiya wanted to argue against that idea — to list all the reasons why softness or second chances or boyfriends who stayed with him through ups and downs would ever suit him — but those words died when the brunette nuzzled gently against his cheek, and he found himself not quite certain about those reasons anymore.
So he conceded with a quiet “Maybe” instead, surrendering altogether.
They managed to reach the lighthouse when the sun reached the highest spot in the sky, painting everything in the shades of amber and gold. Everything about the building itself was weathered — paint peeling, glass clouded with salt, iron railings rusted through — and yet it stood resolute, enduring storm and time alike.
“It's beautiful,” Arisu breathed.
Chishiya studied the building with a more clinical eye — noting the corrosion, the architecture, the evidence of time — but once that automatic assessment had passed, he couldn't bring himself to disagree. It was an accurate sentiment, after all.
“We should take a picture,” the younger man suggested, phone already out of the pocket. “Kuina will never believe you actually went hiking voluntarily.”
“I went under duress.”
“You literally agreed without arguing.”
“Temporary insanity brought on by blood loss.”
Arisu laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained, then positioned themselves so that the lighthouse and the sea would stretch out behind them. Once done, he proceeded to take several photos — some posed, some candid, even one where Chishiya was still mid-eye-roll that the younger man immediately set as his phone wallpaper.
“Perfect,” the brunette declared, showing him the result. In those photos, he looked less like someone recovering from a medical crisis and more like someone who might actually be okay someday. His boyfriend's arm was around his shoulders, both of them wind-blown and slightly pink from the cold, and the expression on his youthful face was so fond that it made his throat go tight.
“Send it to me,” Chishiya said before he could think twice.
Arisu's eyes widened slightly. “Really? What happens to the man who deletes every meme photo I try to take of him?”
“… Don't make me change my mind.”
“Too late. Already sent.” His boyfriend grinned, then pocketed his phone and took Chishiya's hand as they walked back down together.
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They made it back to the beach just in time for sunset.
The sky had changed its coat by then — streaks of orange and pink bleeding into purple, a color palette that would look surreal if it weren't happening right in front of them. Arisu led them down to the shoreline where the sand was still damp from the retreating tide, their shoeprints filling with water almost as soon as they formed.
“Want to walk for a bit?” his boyfriend asked, already tugging off his shoes.
Chishiya hummed in response and followed suit. The sand was cold beneath his feet — gritty yet soft, yielding just enough to remind him of the past few weeks: learning to walk again once the pain eased, forcing himself to build a healthier schedule, being more open with himself about the pains he had carried with him all this time—
“Shun, baby, you're doing it again,” Arisu prompted softly, glancing back at him with knowing eyes.
“… Doing what?”
“Thinking too hard.” The brunette slowed until they were walking side by side, arm brushing against his with every few steps. “I can practically hear the gears in your mind turning from here.”
Chishiya huffed, amusement dancing in his eyes. “That's not how cognition works.”
“See? Proving my point.” His boyfriend bumped their shoulders together, gentle and playful. “Be here with me, doctor. Your thoughts can wait a bit, don't you think?”
It should have been impossible — that casual command to simply exist without the constant background noise of analysis, of worry, of the hundred small ways he found to punish himself — but Arisu had always made the impossible seem reasonable, had always held space for him to be something other than the sharp-edged, cold-hearted thing he had trained himself to become.
So Chishiya tried.
He switched his focus to the sensory details instead: the cold water rushing over his feet as waves rolled in, the salt smell mixing with the fading warmth of the day, the way those warm, slightly calloused hands found his and held on like it was the most natural thing in the world. The sky continued to change its color above them, and for once in his life, he didn't try to calculate the precise angle of the sun or catalog the atmospheric conditions that created such colors.
He just looked and appreciated the scenery as it came.
“Better?” Arisu asked after a while, thumb tracing absent circles against his palm.
“… Maybe.”
His boyfriend laughed, soft and fond. “I'll take it. That's basically a declaration of love in Chishiya-speak.”
“… I've actually said I love you before, you know.”
“Yeah, but it was while you were half-asleep and probably still on hospital drugs a few weeks ago, so that doesn't count.”
“It absolutely counts,” Chishiya argued, though there was no heat in it. “The medication only affected my physical state, not my cognitive awareness or emotional capacity to—”
“Shun, baby, I'm just teasing you.” Arisu stopped walking, turning to face him fully. The sunset painted his features in warm gold, made his eyes look impossibly soft. “However, if you do want to say it again right now, I wouldn't mind.”
The words should have stuck in his throat. They always had before — locked behind walls of coldness and logic he had built for himself — but with the tide kept pulling at his ankles and Arisu's hand staying warm in his, he found those walls didn’t seem quite so tall anymore.
“I… love you,” Chishiya said, voice steady despite the way his heart hammered against his ribs. “I loved you in the hospital, I loved you when I was being an idiot about dinner plans, and I love you now, even when you drag me to lighthouses and suggest pottery classes.”
“… Oh, Shun…” Arisu breathed, voice soft with surprise and joy and something that sounded suspiciously like tears.
“Don't cry,” he added quickly, panic rising because why did the man he loved seem so emotional over his clumsy words? “You asked for this. You specifically requested—”
“Shut up,” the brunette laughed and pulled Chishiya into a kiss that tasted like salt air and sunset and the kind of happiness he had never thought he would be allowed to keep. When they finally pulled apart, Arisu rested his forehead against his, smiling through the shimmer in his eyes. “I love you too, silly, in case that wasn't obvious.”
Chishiya spent the rest of their walk feeling like he was on cloud nine.
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Later that night, after showers and dinner and medications being taken on time, they ended up sharing the small couch, body pressing close against each other. Arisu had his laptop open, supposedly working on some game code, while Chishiya read through medical journals on his tablet — though he found his attention drifting more often than not to the man beside him.
“I can feel you staring from here, sweetheart.” The brunette murmured, still typing away on his laptop. “Keep that up and you'll successfully burn a hole through my skull.”
“… I'm not staring. I'm observing.”
“That's literally the same thing.”
“Context matters.”
Arisu finally looked at him with a smile. “And what, exactly, are you observing?”
Chishiya considered lying, deflecting with something clinical and detached, but with the days they had spent rebuilding trust and learning how to be honest with each other, retreating now would make all that effort futile.
“I'm observing,” he said at last, choosing his words carefully, “that you have a very particular expression when you're debugging code. Your left eyebrow furrows a little, and you tend to bite the inside of your cheek when it looks more troublesome than you thought.”
“Oh.” His boyfriend blinked, surprised. “You... notice that?”
“I notice everything about you.”
“Aw, such a sweet soul.” Arisu teased, setting his laptop aside and pulling Chishiya closer until they were pressed together on the small couch. “You're going to give me diabete with comments like that, you know.”
“Medically speaking, that should not be possible.”
“Medically speaking,” the younger man countered gently, “you're supposed to be resting, which means no more dense medical journals this late at night. Doctor's orders, remember?”
“It's only 10:47.”
“… Baby.”
Chishiya sighed, conceding, and let Arisu take the tablet from his hands. The brunette set it on the coffee table beside his own laptop, then shifted until they were lying down together, cuddling close in the limited space the couch offered.
“Comfortable?” His boyfriend murmured, fingers drawing little circle on his stomach.
“… It's adequate.” Chishiya hummed, melting further into the warmth. “Though there's room for improvement in the future.”
“Good to know.” Another kiss brushed against his hair. “Now sleep. I can move you back to bed later.”
And so he did.