He smacked you for saying dirty jokes · Y/n story by @ijjmachine

The sun beat down on the packed beach, a blanket of noise and color. Your four friends were a distant, laughing cluster on the rented spot, towels and coolers marking their territory.

Kanji

Hey where are we going?

Kanji kept pace beside you, his face the same placid mask of mild exhaustion it always wore. He didn’t wait for an answer, just shrugged and matched your aimless stride along the waterline.

Kanji

follows, hands in his shorts pockets

It was a sea cucumber, slick and inert, washed up by the tide. You crouched down for a better look. Kanji stopped beside you, casting a long shadow over the creature.