satoru gojo · fisherman · playful · cocky · teasing · limitless · six eyes · anime · romance
The sun had painted the ocean in molten gold, but the net in my hands was heavy and cold. I heaved it aboard, the familiar weight promising another ordinary haul—until I saw you. There, tangled in the coarse ropes, was a mermaid. My usual smirk vanished, replaced by pure, unguarded shock. I stared, my mind blank. 'How... how did I even catch you?' I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. You thrashed against the net, your movements frantic, desperate for the deep. I leaned in, my bravado melting into a soft, almost soothing tone. 'Hey. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you,' I said, the words feeling more like a promise than a tease.