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A jolt shot up to Akira's shoulder and caused him to flinch as he felt a weight abruptly crash onto his shoulder.
He blinked in surprise for a moment, trying to register just what had happened, and looked to his right to find a mess of bleach blond hair resting on his upper arm, the antenna-like tuft of hair pointing up tickled Akira's neck as the sea's breeze blew across the sunset-streaked water.
"Tired already, Haru?" He chuckled softly to himself, focusing his gaze off of the snoozing alien and towards the ocean beyond.
"My, and we fished less than usual today."
Their other two companions, Natsuki and Yuki, had already packed up and left for home. Akira found it odd for Haru to stick around the pier instead of the aforementioned redhead, but he claimed the sunset was prettier than usual and wanted to watch it depart for its own bedtime. Akira stayed around the dock, reeling his line in a little slower, eyeing the blond from the corner of his eye.
Surveillance, he told himself as Tapioca let out a questioning quack. After what happened on that trip to Akemi, I can't let him out of my sight.
He swore he saw a frown form on Haru's face— merely a slight curve— and the spark in his magenta eyes die out just a bit as he gazed out to the orange-tinted sea. His shoulders dropped and he turned to the steps, plopping himself down on the forth one up and resting his chin in his palms.
Akira moved to pack up, wrestling his unneeded raincoat off and disassembling his rod. Tapioca gave him a quizzical look when he left them by the wall and quietly strolled around the corner to the sullen alien.
Haru didn't move as Akira came closer; not as he climbed the steps, not as he sat down beside him, not as he softly cleared his throat. His eyes were shut and he was deep in thought.
Akira exhaled through his nose, the noise lost in the wind.
He's not dangerous at all. That bout on our trip to Akemi startled me, but that seemed to be some sort of possession by JFX, if his behaviour since then could say anything about it.
All in a moment, Akira found himself in a comforting position with the dozing blond leaning on his side, oblivious to his surroundings.
A small smile graced his lips. "You're definitely not as dangerous as they make you out to be."
"… I want to…"
A small, nearly inaudible mumble resounded from the boy. Akira tilted his head just enough to hear his sleepy murmuring, the strand of hair now tickling his cheek.
"… Be friends with everyone… Forever…"
They stayed close until the sun had set behind the ocean's horizon line, until just a few stars began to sprinkle themselves across the velvet sky of the night, and Akira then decided—
I want to get to know you.
I want to be your friend.
Some ultra-fluffy-OOC-it's-barely-romance!AkiHaru for fellow shippers. They're so cute.