heat of the moment
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He was standing on the deck of a small boat, halfway through an open doorway, hands white-knuckled on a salt encrusted door frame. Azure ocean spread out as far as the eye could see, white capped waves reflecting the noonday sun back into the cloudless sky. Kunikida stared out into the water, brain not quite registering what his senses were telling him.
He wasā¦on a boatā¦.in the oceanā¦hadnāt he already been here before?
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