My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

The ocean's whisper drifted faintly through the half-open window — the sound of waves rolling against the shore. The scent of saltwater and sand lingered in the breeze.

Y/N sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, her gaze catching the wide horizon where the sun kissed the edge of the sea.

She exhaled softly, almost as if her heart had been holding its breath the whole ride.

Y/N:

"It's beautiful…"

Yuri stepped out first, walking around to her side. He opened the door, offering his hand. She took it, and for a moment, their fingers tightened in that quiet exchange of everything unspoken.

The sky stretched out before them, vast and open — like the time they had left.

Barefoot on the soft sand, Yuri and Y/N walked hand in hand, the sun melting slowly into the edge of the sea.

The sky blazed in hues of amber, lavender, and gold — like a canvas painted for just the two of them.

Y/N's wavy hair danced with the wind, strands brushing gently against her cheeks and fluttering behind her like a whisper. She didn't try to tame it. She just let it flow — wild, like her heart in this moment.

Yuri glanced sideways, catching the way the light kissed her face. There was a softness in her expression — a peaceful glow that almost made him forget the heaviness sitting in his chest.

Neither of them spoke at first. Words weren't needed.

The crashing of the waves, the crunch of their feet in the sand, and the warmth of each other's hand said enough.

But with each step, Y/N felt her courage building — slowly, steadily.

The sun was setting…

And soon, she would be gone.

She had to tell him.

She stopped walking.

Yuri felt the pause in her step and turned to face her.

She was staring out at the ocean, but her grip on his hand tightened just slightly.

Y/N (softly):

"Yuri…"

He looked at her, fully — eyes patient, but already knowing.

She turned toward him, her hair still shifting in the breeze, and finally… she spoke.

Y/N:

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Umm," Yuri responds, smiling gently at her — as if trying to ease whatever storm he senses coming.

Y/N breathes in deep, her chest rising against the wind, eyes meeting his with a soft weight.

Y/N:

"Thank you… for spending time with me these past few days."

Yuri's brows draw slightly together.

Yuri:

"Babe… what happened?"

There's concern in his voice now, laced with a quiet fear he doesn't try to hide.

Y/N looks away for a moment, staring at the sea. She watches a wave crash, then fade, and then she finally speaks.

Y/N:

"Yuri…"

She pauses — the words tightening in her throat.

Y/N:

"Let's forget everything else for now. Let's just make this moment ours… to the fullest."

Yuri stays quiet, eyes fixed on her, heart thudding harder.

Y/N (finally):

"Because… I need to go somewhere. For a while."

Her voice is calm, but it trembles at the edges.

Y/N:

"I won't tell you where I'm going — not because I don't trust you. But because I do. I just want you to know… I'll be safe. And I hope… you'll understand."

Yuri's jaw tightens. His eyes flicker, searching hers, silently taking in the truth he already suspected — now real, now spoken.

Y/N (quietly):

"Uncle Haru didn't want me to tell you. Said it's for our safety. But I'm not the kind of girl who says nothing and disappears."

She takes a shaky breath, blinking back the emotion rising in her throat.

Y/N:

"I needed you to know. Even if it hurts."

The sun is almost gone now, dipping past the sea, leaving streaks of crimson and deep violet across the sky.

For a long moment, Yuri doesn't speak. He just stares at her — the woman who's always met him with strength, honesty, and fire.

Yuri didn't say a word.

Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.

The ocean roared quietly behind them, the wind whipping around their bodies, but in that embrace — there was stillness.

His grip was firm, like he was holding on not just to her, but to time itself.

Y/N closed her eyes, arms slowly circling his waist. She could feel the way his chest rose and fell — heavier now, deeper.

Then, gently, Yuri pulled away just enough to look at her.

His hands cupped her face with care, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

He didn't speak.

His throat was too tight, emotions lodged deep where words couldn't reach.

"Umm…" he managed to whisper, voice hoarse and trembling.

That one sound — broken and raw — carried everything he couldn't say.

The pain. The fear. The aching love. The unwillingness to let her go.

And the desperate trust he was trying to give her, even when it hurt.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes glassy but brave. She didn't need more than that.

Because even silence, when it came from Yuri, was enough.

They stood there under the fading sky — two hearts clinging to a moment that would live in them long after the waves washed their footprints away.

Yuri:

"Babe, close your eyes. I want to take you somewhere."

Y/N (raising a brow, half smiling):

"Where?"

Yuri (with a soft grin):

"You'll know when we reach."

She lets out a breathy laugh, playful but trusting, and does as he says — eyes gently shutting. He takes her hand, fingers weaving into hers naturally, and begins leading her carefully across the cool sand path.

Y/N walks slowly, relying on him entirely. She feels the wind shift around them, the air cooler here — softer — and the faint sound of footsteps shifting to the sound of wood beneath their feet.

Then, he stops.

Yuri (in a whisper, almost reverent):

"Open your eyes, babe."

Y/N blinks her eyes open.

Her breath catches.

Before them stands a beach house — minimalist, beautiful, glowing under the soft moonlight. Wide glass walls open up directly to the sea, where the waves kiss the shore, close enough to hear every ripple. The reflection of the moon glimmers on the surface, casting silver onto the water and into the room beyond.

They walk together across the smooth wooden tiles, the air inside smelling faintly of sandalwood and sea salt. The house is quiet, but alive — like it's been waiting just for them.

Yuri (softly):

"I found this place a while ago… I wanted to save it for a moment that mattered."

He looks at her — eyes heavy, but shining.

Yuri:

"So tonight, it's ours. Just us. No goodbyes yet… just this."

Y/N swallows, emotions rising again as she looks around, then at him.

It's not just a house.

It's a memory being built — one that will stay long after she's gone.

They sat on the soft beige couch, bathed in the dim amber glow of the lights, the ocean's reflection dancing gently on the glass wall behind them. The hush of the waves set a calming rhythm as they looked into each other's eyes — not speaking for a while, just feeling.

Yuri (smiling, playful):

"What do you want to have for dinner?"

Y/N (grinning):

"Any recommendations?"

Yuri (leaning back confidently):

"Then you'll be lucky to taste my delicious food tonight."

She chuckled, eyes crinkling with warmth, and nodded.

Y/N:

"I'm counting on it, Chef Yuri."

He stood and held out a hand for her to follow. Together, they walked into the open kitchen — minimalist yet cozy. The wooden shelves held spices, bowls, and handwritten recipe notes tucked between cookbooks.

She picked up an apron from the hook and walked over to him. Gently, she tied it around his waist, the fabric brushing against her fingers as she pulled it tight.

Y/N (teasing):

"There. Now you look like someone who knows how to cook."

Yuri (smirking):

"Watch and be amazed."

She laughed and moved beside him, sleeves rolled up. He handed her the fresh vegetables, and without a word, she started rinsing them, the water cool on her hands. Every little moment — every look, every touch — felt precious.

Side by side, they worked like they'd done it forever.

No rush.

Just them, making dinner in a quiet house by the sea…

The scent of garlic and butter filled the air, rich and warm. Yuri stood at the stove, focused yet calm, stirring the creamy pasta with practiced hands. Beside him, sizzling sounds came from the pan where strips of tender meat and colorful vegetables danced in the heat — stir-fried to perfection.

Y/N leaned against the counter, watching him with an admiring smile. Every now and then, she'd sneak a bite of a chopped carrot or swipe her finger along the sauce pot, earning a playful warning look from him.

Yuri:

"Babe, if you keep stealing the ingredients, there won't be dinner left."

Y/N (grinning):

"I'm just… quality testing."

He shook his head, amused, before plating the food with care — creamy pasta in one dish, the stir-fried meat and veggies neatly arranged in another.

They carried the dishes to the dining nook near the glass wall. A small round table set for two. Two tall wine glasses already filled — ruby red shimmering as the light kissed the surface. The moonlight and ocean view became their backdrop.

Yuri (raising his glass):

"To tonight."

Y/N (softly, clinking her glass to his):

"To this moment."

They took a sip, the wine flowing smoothly — just enough warmth to blur the edges of fear, of goodbye.

Dinner was shared with light laughs and quiet pauses. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of the pasta, the feeling of being full — not just with food, but with him.

With peace.

The soft clinks of dishes and the faint rush of running water filled the air, blending with the distant lull of the waves outside. The kitchen was dimly lit now, giving the whole space a dreamlike warmth.

Y/N stood at the sink, rinsing the plates while Yuri dried them beside her.

A small splash of water hit her wrist. She turned to him sharply.

Y/N (playfully suspicious):

"Did you just splash me?"

Yuri looked innocent — too innocent.

Yuri:

"What? Me? Never."

She narrowed her eyes, smirking.

As she returned her focus to rinsing, his soapy hand reached for a dish… but instead, his fingers brushed hers.

They both paused.

There it was — that light contact — a bit of warmth and a touch of soap bubbles clinging between their fingers.

Y/N glanced at him.

He met her gaze, smiling sheepishly, but his eyes were soft… deeper.

Yuri (gently):

"Oops."

Y/N (teasing):

"Sure. Totally an accident."

She didn't pull her hand away, and neither did he.

Instead, he let their fingers linger there in the water for a beat longer — bubbles clinging between them, laughter and affection unspoken.

Yuri:

"If this is what doing dishes with you feels like… I wouldn't mind washing every night."

She smiled, biting her lip slightly as she looked away — trying to hide how that made her heart flutter.

After finishing the last dish and drying their hands, they stepped outside barefoot, the cool sand welcoming them like an old friend.

The night was calm, a gentle breeze rolling in from the ocean, brushing past them as they walked side by side down the moonlit beach.

The sky above was scattered with stars — countless, bright, and endless.

Each one flickered like a quiet reminder that some things don't fade, even when far away.

They walked in silence, hands brushing now and then, until they reached a soft patch of sand. Without a word, they sat down — close, but not clinging — letting the moment speak for itself.

Y/N leaned back slightly, her hands supporting her in the sand, her eyes lifted to the sky.

Y/N (whispering):

"It's beautiful…"

Yuri:

"Yeah… it really is."

But he wasn't looking at the stars. He was looking at her.

She glanced at him and caught it — the way his eyes saw only her, as if she was the brightest star in his sky.

Y/N (softly):

"My dad used to say the brightest star is my mom."

She smiled faintly, the memory touching something tender inside her.

Y/N:

"Sometimes I like to believe she's watching… especially on nights like this."

Yuri reached over, fingers intertwining with hers in the sand.

Yuri:

"If she is… I think she's proud of you."

They sat like that for a long time. No rush. No need for promises.

Just a boy and a girl.

Two hearts.

One sky.

She turned her head slowly, drawn by a feeling — and caught him.

Yuri was staring at her, not the stars. His eyes were gentle, full of so much unspoken emotion, as if he was memorizing every line of her face, afraid to forget even a second of this night.

Her voice cut through the silence, soft but filled with meaning.

Y/N:

"Babe…"

That one word — his name on her lips, in that tone — was all it took.

He couldn't resist anymore.

Yuri leaned in, slow but sure, his hand brushing against her cheek as if asking permission — and before hesitation could find them again, he kissed her.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't fiery.

It was tender.

He pulled away from the kiss gently, their breaths still mingling in the space between them. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek as he looked into her eyes — a look that spoke of everything he couldn't put into words.

Yuri (softly):

"Let's go back inside… it's getting cold."

Y/N nodded without a word, her heart full, her hand reaching instinctively for his.

They walked back to the beach house, fingers laced, steps slow — as if every second counted more now than ever before.

Inside, the room welcomed them with a soft glow. The dim light cast golden shadows across the bed, warm and quiet like the ending of a long story.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she looked up at him.

Y/N (gently):

"You should take a shower first."

He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head before grabbing a towel from the corner.

Yuri:

"Okay. I won't take long."

As he stepped into the bathroom, the faint sound of water running soon filled the room. Y/N stayed seated, staring down at her hands in her lap.

The night was beautiful, but it was fleeting. And she knew once he came out… the final pieces of this memory would begin to fall into place.

The bathroom door creaked open and Yuri stepped out, steam trailing behind him. A towel hung low on his hips, another draped over his shoulders, drops of water still gliding down his chest.

He caught Y/N's gaze lingering for just a second too long — and smirked.

Yuri (teasing):

"Like what you saw?"

He winked, cocky and playful.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly as she let out a sharp breath and grabbed her towel in flustered panic.

Y/N:

"Yuri!!"

He chuckled, loving the way her cheeks flushed so easily.

Y/N (hiding her face slightly):

"I—I'm going in!"

She stood up quickly, brushing past him, but he caught her hand just for a second as she passed.

Yuri (gently, voice low):

"I'll be waiting."