Thinking about merman!San at 6:20AM and I'm really just about to melt.
Thinking about cute little(huge) merman!San who was always a bit curious about land. And so being the adventurous lil' creature he was, he would often swim towards the shore or go to the more rocky side of the beach where he could happily lay and enjoy the sun.
What made him like it even more was when he met you, who enjoyed going on walks around the beach whenever the weather would allow it.
One day that you had been feeling more risky and wanting to see more of the beach, you had gone to the rocky part of the beach with the intention of hopping on one or two rocks to see if the view of the beach was better from a higher point.
What you hadn't expected was to see some movement out of the corner of your eye and when turning seeing a man, with an overall normal appearance, trying to hide between the cracks between the large rocks, until you looked more closely. At first you were confused of why some random man was trying to hide from you if you were both here to enjoy the beach, until your eyes focused more and noticed the few small scales on his cheekbones.
You realized it wasn't some normal man, and you should've ran away when you noticed it but you couldn't help but find it comical how the big man tried to hide in a crack too small for him.
Stepping closer you took notice of the gills on the sides of his neck and your curiosity peaked. Crouching down, you tried to reassure that you weren't here to hurt and that you really couldn't harm him (considering how big he probably was compared to you).
After a while of reassurance and waiting patiently, the wary man decided to trust you a bit. You offered a small smile in acceptance at the progress and soon enough the man had used his strong hands and arms to push himself back onto the rock his was on before.
Revealing his naked upper-body and his long blue tail, you could swear you could see small reflects of silver on his scales. You had taken your time to admire him to the point where his cheeks started getting slightly flushed. You thought he was so pretty and handsome at the same time, his facial features–although sharp–gave way to a soft, friendly expression and his hair damp and falling beautifully over his forehead.
You also noticed how around his shoulder, collarbones and hips there were few scales sprinkled around the areas.
While you took note of all those things San could only be quiet as he started to have an inner turmoil, not knowing why you were suddenly so quiet. Every human he had met had either tried to get close to him too quickly or directly run the other way, and yet you were just admiring. He started thinking about wether you were thinking he was ugly or had just been shocked to complete stillness, if you were thinking about maybe trying to hunt him and get good money.
He wasn't broken out of his thoughts until you have a small "You're pretty... And handsome. Is that some type of mermaid thing?" and although he appreciated the compliments he felt the need to emphasize that he was a merman, not a mermaid. And that's where the conversation started, him unknowingly ranting about his 'daily problems' as a merman and the misconception people had of them and whatever, and you had just attentively listened.
He didn't stop until he realized he was starting to over-share with a stranger eventhough he was usually a private person. The cute little flush on his cheeks and the small pout had made him look like an upset puppy–kitty– and you giggling at him made it worse.
After that afternoon you realized that not only had you made a new friend but that your new friend was also just a little, innocent sea creature with a sensitive heart hidden behind a strong face.
After that you kept going to the beach as much as you could and building your trust with San, now to the point where whenever he saw you approaching he'd already be waiting like an eager puppy, more than happy to be able to lay his head on your lap once you finally settle on the rock, much to your poor butt's dissmay. He'd gladly let you run your fingers through his hair and pet it as he talked about his day, listened to you talk about yours or just asked whatever questions came to mind like the little curious thing he was.
Some days where you felt more teasing you would graze your finger over the scales on his cheekbone or his gills, since you remember the one time he told you how mermaids and mermans' scales and gills were usually sensitive but his were extra sensitive. You just couldn't help yourself when he'd whine and pout so cutely.