Prompt: Marriage proposal/marriage
Pairing: Tsumugu/Chisaki
A/N: And that concludes this collection. Thank you to everyone who has read both this and any of my other Nagi no Asukara works. :) While I don't want to officially declare the end of anything, I do think I'll be taking a break from writing for Nagi no Asukara for a while, but you're still welcome to drop prompts and/or message me!
"Took you long enough," Egawa says, clapping Tsumugu on the shoulder.
"Not all of us got as early a start as you," quips Shun, adjusting his tie. He raises an eyebrow at Tsumugu, smiling. "You're quiet."
Tsumugu shrugs, fixing his collar.
Footsteps pound in the corridor outside, and the door soon slides open. Miuna pokes her face in, cheeks flushed—from exertion or blush, none of the guys can tell.
"Sorry, do any of you know where I can find some band-aids?"
"Here." Tsumugu rummages around in a drawer, tossing the tin across the room.
Miuna dips her head hurriedly in thanks before shutting the door again. Through the barrier, they hear her scolding: "Goodness, Manaka. You're nineteen years old and the Maid of Honor, but you can't help tripping over your own feet!"
"The girls are going to take a while to get ready, huh?" Shun observes.
"It's all a part of the anticipation," explains Egawa, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "Are youready, Tsumugu?"
Is anyone ever ready? Tsumugu wonders, but he smiles all the same.
o.O.o
One hot, sunny day, a girl asks a boy a question.
"Will you be my sea slug?"
Tsumugu stares, thinks: strange. After all, Chisaki had made it very clear the other day how she distrusts the land people. But after studying her, he comes to understand that it has less to do with being blindly mistaken and more to do with a misplaced need to protect Hikari.
"I mean, we've grown up together…" stutters Chisaki, continuing, but the truth stretches plainly over her face. She can't hide it any more than she can change the shade of her eyes.
Ah, love, Tsumugu thinks. Only love can make someone flounder so much; only love leaves you gasping for air, desperate for anyone to answer your pleas for help. So he listens. He lets her unload.
He holds her heart, even when it isn't his.
o.O.o
"So what, exactly, is the deal with you two?" Egawa asks in the dim lighting of the booth.
It's a rare night in town for Tsumugu; usually he goes straight home, but Shun and Egawa roped him into a "Boy's Night Out" for old times' sake.
He watches the ice cubes clink against each other as he swirls the drink around in his glass. "It's hard to explain," he replies.
"Saw you two at the Ofunehiki. Looked pretty cozy to me." Egawa's tone is light, but his eyes are deeper, probing.
Yes and no, Tsumugu thinks, because he has held Chisaki before. He knows the softness of her skin, the trembling tension of her shoulders. He remembers a dry afternoon, catching her as she fell. He remembers a hospital room, wheels squeaking away, and Chisaki, hot water in his hands—trembling and violent and ready to boil over.
Holding up Chisaki is nothing new. But the difference, after the second Ofunehiki, Tsumugu realizes, is that she was holding him, too.
o.O.o
Perhaps he should have picked a different place. But they're on the bridge they used to walk across together to get to school. The sunlight beats down on the concrete. It was warm that day, too, Tsumugu remembers—the day Chisaki first asked him to carry part of her burden. The day their journey began.
A different weight rests within him now, heavy in his pocket. Tsumugu stops to stare at the water, prismatic with all its colors. He lets the distance between them grow—Chisaki is in a world of her own right now and doesn't notice that Tsumugu has fallen back.
He watches her tuck her hair behind her ear, probably humming to herself. He thinks of all the times she has run away from him: fourteen years old, faced pinched and angry; nineteen, eyes wide and scared. Always slipping into the sea.
This time, wherever she runs, he can follow. But he hopes she'll meet him halfway.
They're on the bridge they used to walk across together to get to school, and Tsumugu feels somewhere between fourteen and twenty-four, hopeful and afraid. His mind is quiet but his heartbeat is loud, and, as he sinks to his knees, he knows that this could either be the beginning or the end of everything.
One hot, sunny day, a boy asks a girl a question.
"Chisaki?"
She starts to turn.
He holds his breath.
o.O.o
A collective hush falls over everyone as the church doors open. Tsumugu stands, still as the once-frozen sea, waiting.
If you tell a red-bellied sea slug about feelings you can't tell anyone else, it'll tell you what's going to happen in the future. If it spits up a black rock, your feelings are wrong.
If it spits up a pretty rock, those feelings will continue to shine on forever like a jewel.
Here are his feelings, returned years later in the form of the woman—clothed in white and shining like a pearl—floating up the aisle to meet him.
Here are the words that have simmered in the pit of his stomach, rising toward the light.
Here is his future.
He breathes.
Prompt: Marriage proposal/marriagePairing: Tsumugu/ChisakiA/N: And that concludes this collection. Thank you to everyone who has read both this and any of my other Nagi no Asukara works. :) While I don't want to officially declare the end of anything, I do think I'll be taking a break from writing for Nagi no Asukara for a while, but you're still welcome to drop prompts and/or message me!"Took you long enough," Egawa says, clapping Tsumugu on the shoulder."Not all of us got as early a start as you," quips Shun, adjusting his tie. He raises an eyebrow at Tsumugu, smiling. "You're quiet."Tsumugu shrugs, fixing his collar.Footsteps pound in the corridor outside, and the door soon slides open. Miuna pokes her face in, cheeks flushed—from exertion or blush, none of the guys can tell."Sorry, do any of you know where I can find some band-aids?""Here." Tsumugu rummages around in a drawer, tossing the tin across the room.Miuna dips her head hurriedly in thanks before shutting the door again. Through the barrier, they hear her scolding: "Goodness, Manaka. You're nineteen years old and the Maid of Honor, but you can't help tripping over your own feet!""The girls are going to take a while to get ready, huh?" Shun observes."It's all a part of the anticipation," explains Egawa, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "Are youready, Tsumugu?"Is anyone ever ready? Tsumugu wonders, but he smiles all the same.o.O.oOne hot, sunny day, a girl asks a boy a question."Will you be my sea slug?"Tsumugu stares, thinks: strange. After all, Chisaki had made it very clear the other day how she distrusts the land people. But after studying her, he comes to understand that it has less to do with being blindly mistaken and more to do with a misplaced need to protect Hikari."I mean, we've grown up together…" stutters Chisaki, continuing, but the truth stretches plainly over her face. She can't hide it any more than she can change the shade of her eyes.Ah, love, Tsumugu thinks. Only love can make someone flounder so much; only love leaves you gasping for air, desperate for anyone to answer your pleas for help. So he listens. He lets her unload.He holds her heart, even when it isn't his.o.O.o"So what, exactly, is the deal with you two?" Egawa asks in the dim lighting of the booth.It's a rare night in town for Tsumugu; usually he goes straight home, but Shun and Egawa roped him into a "Boy's Night Out" for old times' sake.He watches the ice cubes clink against each other as he swirls the drink around in his glass. "It's hard to explain," he replies."Saw you two at the Ofunehiki. Looked pretty cozy to me." Egawa's tone is light, but his eyes are deeper, probing.Yes and no, Tsumugu thinks, because he has held Chisaki before. He knows the softness of her skin, the trembling tension of her shoulders. He remembers a dry afternoon, catching her as she fell. He remembers a hospital room, wheels squeaking away, and Chisaki, hot water in his hands—trembling and violent and ready to boil over.Holding up Chisaki is nothing new. But the difference, after the second Ofunehiki, Tsumugu realizes, is that she was holding him, too.o.O.oPerhaps he should have picked a different place. But they're on the bridge they used to walk across together to get to school. The sunlight beats down on the concrete. It was warm that day, too, Tsumugu remembers—the day Chisaki first asked him to carry part of her burden. The day their journey began.A different weight rests within him now, heavy in his pocket. Tsumugu stops to stare at the water, prismatic with all its colors. He lets the distance between them grow—Chisaki is in a world of her own right now and doesn't notice that Tsumugu has fallen back.He watches her tuck her hair behind her ear, probably humming to herself. He thinks of all the times she has run away from him: fourteen years old, faced pinched and angry; nineteen, eyes wide and scared. Always slipping into the sea.This time, wherever she runs, he can follow. But he hopes she'll meet him halfway.They're on the bridge they used to walk across together to get to school, and Tsumugu feels somewhere between fourteen and twenty-four, hopeful and afraid. His mind is quiet but his heartbeat is loud, and, as he sinks to his knees, he knows that this could either be the beginning or the end of everything.
One hot, sunny day, a boy asks a girl a question.
"Chisaki?"
She starts to turn.
He holds his breath.
o.O.o
A collective hush falls over everyone as the church doors open. Tsumugu stands, still as the once-frozen sea, waiting.
If you tell a red-bellied sea slug about feelings you can't tell anyone else, it'll tell you what's going to happen in the future. If it spits up a black rock, your feelings are wrong.
If it spits up a pretty rock, those feelings will continue to shine on forever like a jewel.
Here are his feelings, returned years later in the form of the woman—clothed in white and shining like a pearl—floating up the aisle to meet him.
Here are the words that have simmered in the pit of his stomach, rising toward the light.
Here is his future.
He breathes.
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