Disclaimer: I still don't own Junjou Romantica.
The red and orange sunset was beautiful, the striking colours and patterns merging together in an intricate dance that reflected into the crashing waves on the beach. Misaki smiled and watched his lover stand up on the white surf board effortlessly, skimming his hand through the curl as it crashed just behind him. The silver digital camera recorded every one of his movements. The way the sunset reflected off his silver hair and muscled chest that was gleaming with water made him look, in Misaki's opinion, like a god. The brunette had no idea that Usagi could surf. He was definitely good at it to. He continued to admire his lover's form until he had an urge to join him in the warm water. Placing the camera on the sand, he ran into the crystal water and smiled as it enveloped him. In a world of his own, Misaki waded out until he was neck deep and closed his eyes, basking in the sunlight on his face. The brunette suddenly heard a whooshing of water behind him.
"Misaki!" Before he could turn around, he was plucked out of the water by two large hands under his shoulders. Misaki was unsteady on his feet as he was placed on the surf board in front of his grinning lover. The wind whipped around him and adrenaline flooded through his veins. The thrill was undeniably amazing, but he was almost certainly going to fall off. The wave echoed at the right of him as he gripped onto his lover's bicep.
"Usagi-san! I'm going to fall!" His lover gripped him around the waist and placed a kiss on his shoulder.
"I'll never let you fall, Misaki," The tone in which the older male spoke made his insides turn all warm and fuzzy and the brunette couldn't resist the loving smile that radiated his whole face, "Just lean on me." Misaki grinned as he began to enjoy the feeling of his lover pressed safely behind him, the air caressing his face as they bulleted back to shore.
"Wow," Misaki exclaimed as they jumped off into the ankle deep water, "Now I know why you wanted to come surfing so much." Akihiko smiled and picked up his board.
"Come on, we need to get back to the hotel before the sun sets fully." Misaki picked up the silver digital camera and followed his lover up the warm sand, where he felt a hand grasp his waist and pull him closer. The brunette smiled.
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Misaki was about to drop the empty suitcase on the floor when he spotted a gleam of silver inside it. He reached in and picked up the digital camera, turning it over in his palm. It beeped once and the screen flashed brightly as he pressed the power button. The light illuminated his face in the dark room as he sat down cross-legged on his bed. The first few files were pictures of the sunset and beach, the colours and textures as he recalled them warmed him up. The next was a movie file; Misaki realised with a pang that it was the one of Usagi-san surfing.
He quickly pressed play and watched his lover silently gliding across the sea. The scene wobbled as he placed the camera down on the sand, but it did not turn blank. Misaki's eyes widened; he hadn't shut off the camera. Misaki gazed as he saw himself plucked out of the water and onto the board, unsteady on his feet. His lover's words echoed in his ears as he recalled the memory: 'I'll never let you fall, Misaki. Just lean on me.'
The brunette caught the double-meaning in the sentence. Misaki couldn't deny anymore that he needed Usagi-san. He had helped him, as steady as the hand around his waist, when he nearly fell with his education; tutoring him so he could be accepted into M university. His lover had supported him when he needed a home, and also when he nearly ran away from love on that train. Misaki glanced at his own tender smile on the film. It was unavoidable, unquestionable and undoubtedly obvious that he loved Usagi-san. Even though he had trouble admitting it, anyone could tell with one look at the smile on his face, the day that Akihiko prevented him from falling once again.
Misaki smiled at his own musings and slipped the memory card out of the camera, crawling into the corner of his room. He placed the square of plastic on top of all the home videos he kept, its size proving a huge contrast to the other. Some memories were soon forgotten. But Misaki had a funny feeling that this one would always be with him until the end.
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