kento’s freshly clean linen trousers were rolled up to his calves, just enough for the warm waves to not soak them. he had his feet buried under the crystalline water which opened under him, the morning rays of sunshine reflecting on it.
the beach was quiet at that time in the morning, saving for the gentle sound of waves hitting the sand or the few tropical birds chirping between the palm trees. life was slow, just like any other day.
nanami was bent over with his right hand underneath the water’s surface, the other clutching some colorful seashells against his white tank top. his fingers fumbled between the white grains of sand in search of more of them.
you had complained a few days ago how your bracelet had gotten ruined because of the water’s salt, so he wanted to make you one who would last. before you could wake up, preferably.
just as intended, you stepped out the open front door of your wooden house and yawned gently.
it was probably late in the morning, not the usual hour another woman like you would wake up. no work, no runs to catch the earliest train, no sounds of cars stuck in traffic, no people’s voices echoing in your head all day.
just quiet.
just a secluded beach, the waves, the sun and your husband.
you immediately spotted him not so far from the seashore, bent down with his hand in the water. the sunlight hit his blonde hair, making them shine from the distance.
a soft smile curved on your lips at the sight.
as you were watching him, he suddenly raised his head and noticed your presence. you were standing on the wooden porch, your head leaned against the column just before the stairs which led to the sand. you were only wearing your white cover-up which only reached the middle of your thighs, your hair still ruffled from sleep and your eyes barely opened.
he couldn’t see you perfectly from there, but he could already tell you looked mesmerizing. just like any other day.
“good morning” he said, loud enough for his voice to reach you. you responded with a lazy wave while the soft wind blew your hair on the side.
kento leaned down again, diving his hand back into the water. as soon as he felt another shell, he took it out.
oh, finally.
he had been searching for a pink seashell all morning, growing more frustrated with every white one he picked. he thought it would have been impossible, but somehow, fortune seemed to be on his side that day.
smiling softly, he walked out of the water.
“how did you sleep?” he asked, as he came closer. you, who hadn’t moved from your previous position, looked at him and widened your smile “good”
he walked up the steps, just enough to reach for your forehead and move a few strands of hair from it. leaning closer, he placed his lips against your skin in a gentle kiss.
“have you had breakfast?” you asked, voice low and almost inaudible. “no, not yet” he responded, planting another kiss on your cheekbone.
“we still have some biscuits left in the pantry” you rubbed your eye.
“sounds good”
for a few seconds it was only you, him and the sound of the waves.
“look what i found” he reached for his pocket and took out the pink seashell. it was surprisingly big compared to the other ones, so he probably wouldn’t have used it for the bracelet.
it didn’t matter, it was special anyway.
he placed the shell on the curve of your belly, and your hand instinctively moved to hold it gently.
you had just reached the fourth month of your pregnancy and after discovering that you were having a little girl, your life had become even better. kento was probably even happier than you; he had been fantasizing about this new chapter of his life the moment he found out you were pregnant.
“she could use this as a toy, or paint on it” he continued, his other hand coming to touch your swollen belly “i just need to clean it first”
you looked at him, noticing how his pupils had dilated slightly. the gentle wind was blowing his middle part while his gaze lifted too and locked into yours.
in that moment, you were nothing but beautiful into his eyes.
“i love you” your sweet voice echoed in his head, making his heart beat a little bit faster despite being used to hearing it every day.
this was the life he was promised.
this was the life he had once hoped might be his.
“nanamin!”
yuji’s voice echoed between the walls of shibuya station. he looked terrified, but kento couldn’t really see him from there.
nor did he have the energy to.
he had run away after managing to fight that one grade curse. it was pointless, though, he had failed to save you.
you weren’t strong enough to fight it too, and just before kento had knew it, your head had gotten slashed in half by the curse.
he heard you screaming his name before that could happen, he saw the tears spilling down your cheeks. he watched it roll down, he watched your ragdoll body fall limp on the ground. he watched his whole life crumble down in tiny pieces in front of him.
he hadn’t been able to do anything in that moment, he just stared with wide eyes until the silence became suffocating. he had failed to protect your innocence from this fucked-up world.
and now there he was, standing in front of one of his students, about to get killed by mahito.
he felt weak, ashamed of himself.
“itadori,” he breathed, his muscles finally loosening after hours of fighting “you take it from here”
with that, his vision went blank.
and for a split moment, he heard your laughter again.
a/n: lets ignore the fact that i haven’t been posting since march okayy??
don’t read this post if beautiful boy by john lennon isn’t blasting in your ears