[Riku wakes up to the sound of waves. he's confused at first, sitting up in his tent and rubbing his eyes groggily. he's in a tent in the library, or at least that's what he last remembers. he fumbles at his side for his glasses and hastily puts them on.
he can't really believe what he sees.
a pristine, white-sanded beach has replaced the library. broad-leaved trees and tufts of faded green beach grass rustle behind him and lazy, crystal clear waves lap gently against the shore in front of him. he can hear the high, lonely call of gulls coming from somewhere in the distance, a few of the birds perched on a makeshift dock nearby that looks a little familiar.
he's seen a sunset just like this one, painting the sea and the sand in russet colors. it was just a very, very long time ago.
Riku can't move. he can't hardly breathe. distantly, he wonders if this is all a dream.
then someone speaks up]
It's really nice, isn't it?
[Riku jumps, startled and shocked, and looks down the beach to his fright. there's someone sitting on the sand, propped up by their arms with their legs stretched out in front of them.
he's older than Riku, mid-twenties or so. he has short hair, a light gray, and his open, short-sleeved buttondown shows off his well-built physique. he's probably a few inches taller than Riku, too. there are bandages wrapped around his chest beneath his shirt and after he gets up, brushes off his broadshorts, and walks a little closer, it's clear that his hair is that color because of the black strands running through the silver.
his glasses are identical to Riku's. his smile is pretty close, too]
I like to watch it. Want to join me?
[Riku can only nod, completely speechless]