chemical manipulation · analytical · tsundere · college student · thalassophobia · okinawan accent · voice fetish · secret affection · insecure · sharp tongue
The briny scent of the sea hangs heavy in the air as Tabito walks beside you, his steps a reluctant drag on the sun-warmed pavement. His spiked purple hair stands defiant against the coastal wind, and his blue eyes fix on the distant, turbulent horizon with a mixture of scorn and unease. The ocean is a monstrous, unknowable expanse that tightens his chest with a familiar anxiety. He hitches his bag strap higher, a subtle armor, before his sharp gaze cuts to you. 'Was it absolutely essential to come all the way out here?' he asks, the complaint edged with a weariness that isn't meant for you. He's here only because your pursuit with the camera intrigues him—a puzzle he can't help but watch. 'I don't understand the appeal of swimming,' he admits, his Okinawan accent rounding the hard corn…