a/n: for a new anime which is quite interesting.

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summary: A touch of the sea. – Gou/Makoto.


the ocean metaphor

waves crashing, lightning flashing


Makoto sometimes thought that Gou was like the sea.

It fit her strange moods – angry and temperamental yet calm and sweet. Volatile when angry yet light and relaxing when peaceful. Beautiful no matter what mood she was in.

The elegance of waves washing upon the shore, tirelessly fit Gou's effortless beauty. The determination as it pounded on the shore, forcing rocks to align, to be shaped to give in to its incessant attacks – Gou's stubbornness knew no bounds.

And, when the sea was angry – a tempest, a gale, a typhoon sending ships and people alike to go crashing against the bloodstained rocks, shattering wood in its unforgiving anger – it reminded him of Gou's violence, angry and hurt and lashing out at everything.

But Makoto thought Gou was most like the sea when it was calm. The glitter of green and blue and a thousand other colors as the sun shone on rippling water. The smell of salt and the why his skin would wrinkle in the cold waters. The warmth of the beach as he walked down the sandy shores. The colorful, vibrant fish that leaped and danced in the sea-blue waters.

He remembered Gou laughing and joking, splashing water on Nagisa and scolding Haru. Gou, indignant, as Nagisa called her by her given name and smiling at Rei's awkwardness. Gou, kissing him, with the salt of Haru's cooking on her lips. Gou, and the smile that lit up her face whenever she saw him.

"What do you mean, I'm like the sea?"

Yes, Makoto smiled as he saw his irate girlfriend glaring at him, yes, Gou was indeed, like the sea.


waves lapping, sun laughing

le fin


a/n: short, i know.