Disclaimer: I don't own Tsuritama.
It was getting late.
8:34 in the evening, to be exact. He stared at his phone through the strands of his long ebony bangs, simultaneously thinking he should probably get another haircut soon. It wouldn't be the same, though; he wouldn't be held down by his best friends, struggling, yet laughing as he tried to move away from incoming scissors.
He snapped his phone shut as a gust of seaward wind rattled the cerulean and orange bracelets around his wrist. The small shell beads made a few tapping tinks against each other and he was reminded of his sister's laugh as she inspected the same orange bracelet they had recreated together.
He turned to the winds, facing the ocean beyond, amber eyes narrowing to focus past the salty breeze. He was on a wide bridge, a simple route he took for his after-practice runs. Although, today, it felt right to stop and take in the sight of the setting sun on the vivid American waters; something he used to do often on the Benten Bridge of his island home.
Home.
He missed it.
But, he knows he can't go back just yet. He hasn't caught much, and he'd hate to return without doing so.
The digital numbers on his phone's screen turned to read 9:07. The light was fading on the vast waters, nothing but small shimmers of fiery pinks and yellows and bright silvers were left to capture his eyes. He leaned on the railing, resting his chin on his forearms as he felt a small, yet sure smile tug on his lips.
He could still remember everything.
Haru's bubbly laughs as he carried the catch of the day home to Kate, Akira's tall figure that swayed slightly as his feathery friend hopped atop his head, and Yuki's eyes that rivalled the ocean glimmers as they shone in amazement of the world in front of them. With the setting sun at their side, he and his peculiar group of friends headed home; back to his family of Enoshima.
He let out a breathy laugh at the memory, that tiny smile breaking into a full-blown grin when he pushed away from the overpass' railing, giving the disappearing sun and darkening sea a final glance before breaking into an easy jog. While the home he was running towards in the present was a small, single-person apartment in a grand city of America, the home he will never forget and someday return to is halfway across the world, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
Just something I whipped up for the cutest fandom ever. I haven't posted in ages, so have this small drabble (if you can even call it one; it's quite long).