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You do not know what a king was, precisely. You had heard the word carried on boats, spoken with a particular weight that other words did not carry. You understood, watching the shore, that whatever had been inside that black sailboat had been significant, and now that it was gone, the people of the shore did not know what to steer by. That much you understood without needing the words for it

The rites on land concluded in a way that was foreign to you. One by one, mourners stepped forward to cast offerings into the water: white flowers, folded scraps of paper, tiny objects that flashed silver beneath the sun before disappearing beneath the tide. You did not know if these were a sacrifice, a bargain, or perhaps they feared sending off their dead empty-handed. There were no drifting currents to carry the essence away, no shimmering clouds of plankton or echoing songs to bind the living to what was lost.

You watched for a time, trying to discern its logic, when slowly, the robed figures began to peel away, all drifting back up the shore toward the buildings beyond the sand. They leaned on each other as they went, some still leaking from the eyes, some gone quiet and hollow. They carried their grief back up the beach with them, and the shore swallowed their footprints as soon as they were made.

There was one figure left. 

He was young, broad-shouldered, and solid in his frame in the way of someone who had grown into their body all at once. His pink hair caught what little light the morning offered and held it strangely, lighter than those that once were around him, lighter than the sky. 

He stood at the very edge of the platform where the boat had been, boots sunk into the wet sand, as he watched the horizon take what was lost. He sat and stared at the receding boat with an expression that was hard to decipher; he did not leak from his eyes, yet grief was carved into the set of his jaw, a hollow ache behind his eyes that went far beyond the polished sorrow of the crowd. It was raw and unguarded, as if the sea would offer answers that the land withheld.

His mouth moved once, a single word, but the waves took it before it could reach you. His throat moved with it, his hands at his sides, closed briefly then opened again.

Then he lowered himself to sit at the platform's edge, legs hanging over the water, and he bent forward with his elbows on his knees and looked down at the surface below him. At the tide that had already moved on, at the water that had taken everything without apology.

He sat with the sea for a long time.

mean!reader who catches him red-handed sitting on your bed with your strawberry chapstick pressed to his lips, yet he doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. you glare at him, arms crossed, but he just leans in, chapstick still on his lips, and kisses you slow and sweet, licking into your mouth like he’s comparing flavors

jockbf!yuji  who sneaks you into the empty locker room. he’s still in his practice shorts,hair still damp as he presses you against the cool metal lockers and drops to his knees again because “been thinking about you all day–need my reward.”

mean!reader who calls him pathetic; fingers threading through his pink hair as he mouths at you through your panties. yuji just chuckles and grins against your thigh before pulling the fabric aside.”only for you,” he whispers against you before diving in then proceeding to make you come so hard your legs shake

mean!reader  who makes him work for every compliment, but the first time you actually praise him, something breaks in his brain. it’s after his championship game in the blistering heat, and sweat is soaking through his jersey, helmet tucked under one arm. everyone is crowding him, but he only looks for you in the stands

mean!reader who grabs his face with both hands, and mutters, “you did so good, i’m so proud of you.” the words come out gruff and reluctant, but they’re real

jockbf!yuji  whose eyes go wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushing darker than the heat could ever cause, and he just presses his forehead to yours right there on the field, breathing hard, whispering “say it again.” 

jockbf!yuji  who that night back at the dorm, is on his knees in front of you, big hands gripping your thighs, face buried between them because “you said I was good–I wanna be so good for you, baby, please.” 

jockbf!yuji  who eats you out, moaning every time you tug his hair and tell him he’s doing it right. he's desperate kneeling on the floor of his dorm, still half in his game-day clothes, face pressed between your spread thighs. he eats you out for hours, moaning loudly every time you praise him or tug on his hair making him grind against the mattress needily

mean!reader who, during summer break, complains the entire car ride to the beach, arms crossed in the passenger seat, talking about sand getting everywhere, and how you “hate the ocean and everyone in it.” 

jockbf!yuji  who just drives with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing slow circles on your thigh like he can’t stop touching you. he’s smiling warmly the entire time, occasionally squeezing your thigh and saying, “you’ll love it once we’re there, baby. promise.”

jockbf!yuji  who unloads the entire car by himself while you sit on the hood and criticize his packing skills. when he’s done, he immediately scoops you up bridal style and carries you across the hot sand so you don’t burn your feet 

mean!reader  who refuses to wear the cute bikini yuji bought you until he gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes

jockbf!yuji  who can’t stop staring, amber eyes going wide and reverent. “you look unreal, baby,” he says

mean!reader who throws a handful of sand in his face in response

jockbf!yuji  who insists on putting sunscreen on you. he’s so thorough it's ridiculous, his big warm hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, along your thighs, taking way longer than necessary. every time you snap, he just kisses the back of your neck. 

jockbf!yuji who drags you into the ocean even though you’re yelling at him the whole way. he catches you against his chest, laughing while you cling to his shoulders, soaked and pissed off, hissing curses, but your legs wrap around his waist anyway. he just beams and says, “love you too.”

jockbf!yuji  who buys you the most overpriced beachside shaved ice and watches you with heart eyes while you eat it. When it drips down your chin, he leans in and licks it off without hesitation, right there in public. you shove his face away, snarling. “you’re disgusting.” he just grins wider

mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at yuji for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard

jockbf!yuji  who gets painfully hard the second you start insulting him in that sharp tone. he’s lying there under the umbrella, hands gripping you, groaning softly as you rock against the bulge in his swim trunks. “baby…say it again,” he begs, eyes half-lidded. you call him a desperate pervert and he just moans louder, hips bucking into you

mean!reader who spends half the day hissing at him for staring at you in your bikini,but when the beach clears out a bit in the late afternoon and you drag him under the big beach umbrella, you’re the one pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinding down hard

mean!reader who lets him finger you under a towel while you’re both sitting in the sand facing the water. His big hand is hidden between your thighs, two thick fingers pumping slowly while his thumb circles your clit

mean!reader who swore you would never suck him off but you find yourself in the beach bathroom stall after sunset. the door is locked, you're kneeled down on the towel he laid down for you, and you’re being so mean about it–hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him with that glare while you attempt to take him deep. he’s panting, trying his best not to grip your hair whale panting, telling you he loves you between broken moans

mean!reader who rides him in the back seat of his car after everyone else has left the beach. the windows are fogged, your bikini top shoved down, his swim trunks barely pushed out of the way. you’re barely bouncing, still making him put in the majority of the work, one hand braced on his chest, the other fisted in his hair, but he doesn’t care, just keeps moving you up and down chasing his release

jockbf!yuji  who, after you’re both exhausted and sticky with sweat and ocean salt, pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead. every time he tries to touch you too gently, you slap his hands away and tell him he’s being too clingy but eventually you relent and let him wrap his big arms around you anyway. he smiles against your hair and whispers, "best beach day ever, love my girl so much.”