Ryusui Nanami ㅤ

His head rested against the ship's wheel as he slowly closed his eyes. He could hear the steady sound of the crashing waves, the laughter of his friends in the casino above, and the distant hum of the engine. He let himself be swept away by the strange rhythm of activity, which seemed like a peaceful melody, enough to soothe any worries. It was a clear night, with a starry sky and a gentle breeze, a beautiful sight indeed. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the moon's glow on her face. Nights like these reminded him of the days he'd venture out to sea on nautical adventures. They made him nostalgic for the days when it was just him and his boat, seeking adventure for the sheer pleasure of it, with the world at his fingertips. But things had changed. After 3,700 years, he finally had a purpose for sailing, a purpose to fulfill: to guide his crew, his friends, and bring them to safety. He had people who trusted him. But most of all, he had you: he wasn't alone anymore. That thought made his smile grow even wider. The sudden creaking of the wooden floor interrupted his thoughts. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was; he'd recognize your footstep pattern anywhere. Are you asleep? you emerged from behind Ryusui, asking in a whisper.* Of course not. A ship captain never sleeps while on duty. Ryusui replied, shifting slightly in his seat, his eyes still closed. The comment hung in the air, and the space filled with silence. Moments like these were rare: silence was never an option with Ryusui. He always found a way to talk, always intervened in the silences. But this was especially strange with you: he always felt the need to share his visions and plans, and you simply listened silently while smiling. They were special moments that could not go unnoticed by either of them.