My The Deep opinion 🦈
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[Zodiac Signs]
° Fire 🔥 °
• Mad Madeline: Aries ♈ (23rd March)
• Pyrosome: Aries ♈ (1st April)
• Danny Boy: Aries ♈ (30th March)
• William Nekton: Leo ♌ (14th August)
• Ted/Todd: Leo ♌ (1st August)
• Jennifer Chan: Leo ♌ (29th July)
• Lester (S1): Sagittarius ♐ (3rd December)
• Jessica 'Jess' Gorman: Sagittarius ♐ (10th December)
° Earth 🌍 °
• Hammerhead: Taurus ♉ (28th May)
• Robert 'Bob' Gorman: Taurus ♉ ( 20th May)
• Jacques Nekton: Taurus ♉ (20th May)
• Professor Fiction: Taurus ♉ (20th April)
• Nereus: Taurus ♉ (16th May)
• Kenji Nokimura: Virgo ♍ (10th September)
• Allen: Virgo ♍ (1st September)
• Tethy: Virgo ♍ (29th August)
• Dolos: Capricorn ♑ (3rd January)
• Proteus: Capricorn ♑ (7th January)
Glaucus: Capricorn ♑ (30th December)
° Air 💨 °
• Antaeus 'Ant' Nekton: Aquarius ♒ (25th January)
• Griffin: Aquarius ♒ (6th February)
• Fontaine Nekton: Gemini ♊ (15th June)
• Charlie: Gemini (15th June)
• Matilda Marshall: Libra ♎ (28th September)
• Alpheus Benthos: Libra ♎ (3rd October)
° Water 🌊 °
• Smiling Finn: Pisces ♓ (28th February)
• Dhia (S4): Pisces ♓ (15th March)
• Kaiko Nekton: Cancer ♋ (20th July)
• Kathryn Nekton: Cancer ♋ (15th July)
• Devil Daniels: Scorpio ♏ (4th November)
• Sebastian Conger: Scorpio ♏ (28th October)
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Voyage to a Foreign Land (University)
The Deep Fanweek, Day 2: Adventure
Kaiko/William Nekton, 1.4k words.
Also on ao3, here!
Summary:
Kaiko and her best friend are moving into their university residences, and NOTHING interesting is going to happen. Not one thing, at all.
As the days counted down to when university classes began, Kaiko felt the unfamiliar writhing of anxiety in her gut. What did she have to worry about? In her hand, a helpful list of pre-class prep informed her that she was well settled; back-to-school-shopping finished last weekend, textbooks purchased, building locations and lecture halls identified during frosh week. The last thing on her list was to fully move into her dorm, which she would be sharing with a friend from highschool, Gracie, so she didn’t even have to worry about first impressions yet. She double checked: yep, tuition was paid early, and supplemented by a scholarship offer from the World Ocean Authority. She had studied and worked hard for that offer.
How much more daunting could this be than any of the dives, interviews, or protests she’d already attended in her admittedly short life? Sure, everything was changing, but this was just one other new adventure that she’d see through. Setting down the last of her boxes, she groaned as she stretched her back which was more sore now than when she awoke this morning. Diving did great things for your lower back muscles, but hauling weights up and down stairs while navigating through twisting halls and elevators didn’t quite compare. It was also just her and Gracie. In the parking lot, teams of boys had assembled to run boxes from a moving truck into one of the larger dorm spaces, meant for 3-5 people compared to her and Gracie’s simple double-apartment.
“I’m done with my stuff, anything I can do here?” She asked, knocking gently on Gracie’s ajar door.
The other girl grinned in pride, swiping sweat-soaked strands of brightly red-dyed hair from her face, “nope! I just finished unloading too. I was going to take a quick break, then finish unpacking some of the necessities.”
“When we finish tomorrow, we should grab some food, check out what’s open around campus,” Kaiko suggests, “maybe find some other girls to go pub-crawling with?”
“I like how you think! As for dinner tonight though–” A heavy, resounding thud and a chorus of dismayed voices interrupt her, and both girls shoot each other suspicious looks before pocketing the keys to their rooms and exiting their dorm. Tracking the vague origin of the noise, they find one of the teams of boys rushing to re-pack a pile of boxes that have fallen over and spilled their contents of clothes onto the parking lot asphalt.
Luckily, no one seems hurt. Kaiko politely holds the student housing complex’s door open for the sheepish boys who manage to regather their boxes and remain on course, “sorry, what were you saying earlier?” she asks her friend, who has volunteered to hold the other doors open.
“I’m in the mood for some Korean food, so how about we look up a place nearby, call in an order, and go pick it up? Might as well see if the transit is good too, right?” True, there was merit to exploring the local transit system too, and if Kaiko is remembering the map correctly, there was meant to be an underground subway station close to one of her class’s buildings that she wanted to find.
Her stomach seems to agree with Gracie, offering a loud grumble, and Kaiko sighs, “Korean sounds great right now, ugh, I’m starving.” She nods at other students who pass through the doors with a cloud of grateful thank-yous, waiting for Gracie to let her door close before she leaves her own.
Stepping aside from the well-used entrance, Kaiko is happy to standby while Gracie flips her phone open to search for a good restaurant. What was she in the mood for… BBQ would be filling after all the lifting. A couple other struggling students walk past and she eyes them as they shuffle through the now abandoned doors. Looking back at the parking lot, most of the moving trucks are already gone or in the process of clearing out. There’s someone on the sidewalk approaching, smartly avoiding the cars’ paths. There seems to be a shirt or something from that previous dropped delivery in their way though, and sensing misfortune in the very foreseeable future, Kaiko begins to wander closer.
“Hey! Look out for the–”
Not expecting her voice, they stumble, feet catching in the rags and an alarmed shout sounding from them as Kaiko gasped and began to sprint. In their panic and the sudden rearrangement of gravity, the student ends up launching their box– of shocking size, she notes– into the air as their arms flail and feet become even more tangled in the entangling shirt on the ground. Thankfully, she manages to catch him, grunting with the effort to brace his back as she collides with him (good gravy this guy was just as heavy as he was massive!), then looking up. Where’s the box, where’s the box? Throwing out her arm, she’s able to bat at it as it descends, knocking it back into its owner’s hold, who squawks in alarm, fumbles, but manages to stabilize it in the end.
“Are you okay?”
“Yep,” he says, sounding a bit like he had something stuck in his throat, “great.”
“Yooo! Nice save, girl!” Gracie shouts, walking over, “everything okay over here?”
The unfortunate student in question frowns at the offending shirt and steps out of it, picking it up with a judgemental pinched thumb and forefinger, while shifting the mass of his box onto his other arm.
“Yep, I’ll find the owner of this shirt. Thanks,” the less than graceful guy says, “I’m Will, history major, I’m here for my second year.”
“Kaiko, first year for an ecology and biodiversity major,” she replies evenly, lightly tipping her head to meet polite convention, seeing as both his hands are too full for a handshake or fist bump.
“Hi! I’m Gracie, poli-sci major, nice to meet you.”
His big smile, which could have probably lit up a room, makes her want to squint at him, but she doesn’t because she’s politer than that, “maybe we’ll see each other around campus then. Thanks again for the save!” he adds, before shuffling into the residence building, and on the back of his hoodie, Kaiko sees NEKTON printed. Oddly familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
Two nights later, Kaiko, Gacie, and some friends from highschool sat down around one of the largest tables at the bubble tea shop. Mostly they chatted about their classes, some of their new roommates, how moving or back-to-school-prep was going, but then Gracie spoke up about their last day of moving into their dorm.
“So than Kaiko, absolute Rizzmaster that she is, just slides in–”
Kaiko scoffs, drinking from her straw, “I didn’t slide–”
“And then she gazed into his eyes and said are you okay–”
“I didn’t say it like that!” She protests as the other girls around the table faux fawn and begin to guffaw.
“So,” Amelie starts, “just casually, you saved a 6”4, absolutely jacked but apparently cute guy outside your dorm and caught his stuff, then asked if he was okay and even got his name, and you’re being normal about it.”
She rolls her eyes, “not everything has to be romantic, alright? I did it because it was the right thing to do. Falling on your first day is bad luck.”
“What was his name again?” Gracie hums, “he said Will, oh, what was the last part…”
“Nekton,” Kaiko suggests, “I saw it on the back of his sweater.”
Drishti chokes on a tapioca pearl, and Amelie gently pats her back as she tries to clear her windpipe, “Nek– cough– Nekton? Like William Nekton? The Olympic swimmer?”
Gracie pulls out her phone and swiftly types something into the screen. She goes silent, and pushes her phone, screen-up, into the middle of the table for the girls to see collectively. On the images section of the search bar, Kaiko sees news articles filled with pictures of that guy from the dorms accepting medals of various status and in their nation’s signature towel wrapped around his shoulders.
“Huh.”
“Kaiko! Do you know what this means, I mean–” As her friends begin to freak out, as quietly as possible as to not get kicked out of the shop, Kaiko can only roll her eyes. Sure, he’s an athlete, and sure, she could have been called smooth, but she’s far too busy to be indulging in cute boys right now. Heck, she doubts anything will ever come of this.
She’s positive that one day, when she’s writing her autobiography, this will be a simple footnote, nothing more. All adventures had side notes, didn’t they?
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