「 You can do it, Saihara! ┇ Amasai 」

Warm hands, cold water.

This one is slightly angsty !!

(TW:: drowning)

(SHUICHI POV :: THIRD PERSON)

Saihara looked at the ocean tide, blue waves reaching his feet as he was walking in the wet sand. The sun set into an orange pink sky with clouds and tropical trees swaying as the cool breeze flowed his soft, vanilla scented, hair. There was a reflection of his best friend beside him, a warm glare and soft smile chuckling along with him, his jokes making him give off a slight smile. His mint hair swayed along with Saihara's, beautifully carrying away, side to side. Saihara blushed. He rarely feels that way with everyone else.. He looked at the other's hand, cold rings that he tressured everytime it pressed against his soft but pale skin. He interwined it with his, causing the taller one to eye him in shock. He slapped his hand away. "..Saihara."

Warm hands were put on Saihara's shoulders, pushing him closer to the water. It soaked the ends of the navy-hairs darker pants. Saihara backed slowly into to the ocean, losing sight of his feet and torso. Amami was taller than him, and was able to go in the deeper ends no problem. On the other hand, Saihara couldn't even swim, and was being pushed to the deep end.

"Relax for me." He soothed.

"Amami-Kun, I-I can't—"

He pushed Saihara down the water, watching him struggle. Muffled cries were heard, but his shifted away. The water splashed and Rantaro moved to the sand. Water filled his lungs, and his breathing slowly stopped. He tried to reach his feet to the ground, but it floated. His heavy dark clothes dragged him down, and not long after
Everything went black. He felt the same rings and touch on his hands again. Amami's? The warm hands of Amami's, it grew cold, the water seemed to pull him in deeper. His lungs tightened, and in a second, he was..

(... foreshadowing?)

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