Nezumi closed his eyes against the vicious blasts of wind. The water splashed onto his chest, slapping his face, and ensnaring his legs. The separation of the expansive, dark night sky and the vast, bottomless ocean blurred. The moon cowered behind a cloak of grey-black clouds. Only a smattering of stars presented themselves, but their light was dim and easily dismissible.
Nezumi exhaled and opened his eyes again, staring out before him, not knowing what to see and what to make of it. Everything was dark, and the only reassurance that the world existed were the violent waves attacking Nezumi. His hair whipped against his cool cheek, having not been put up into his usual ponytail.
The ocean shifted and twisted and expanded and contracted. It hit him, it the sand and clay beneath it, it hit the sky above it, it rolled and hit itself.
Nezumi was the only soul to present himself to the ocean. Everyone else feared its dark expanse.
But as a beam of light hit him from behind, Nezumi realized he was wrong.
"Nezumi! It's so cold, what are you doing here?"
Shion stood before him, holding a flashlight in one hand and a jacket in another. He shivered, but he still ran to Nezumi, stepping foot in the chilling water. He grabbed Nezumi's arm and pulled him back to the dry land.
"You're all wet," Shion said, eyebrows stitched together in concern, "Here, I brought you a jacket."
Nezumi took the jacket from Shion, putting it on and feeling its warmth. He smiled a little, in awe.
"What is it?" Shion asked when he saw his wistful expression.
"You," Nezumi said, gathering Shion in his arms and engaging him in a long and passionate kiss.
After a moment of surprise, Shion lost himself in Nezumi's embrace, happily kissing back.
The light from Shion's flashlight lit up the world around them, and Nezumi smiled. He closed eyes against the stirring wind.