Hazuki Nagisa

On a normal day, Nagisa would have been headed to the other side of the harbor, to his father's fishing boat. But the weather was too tenuous for that, or so he'd been told. The sky looked clear, but those who could read the signs warned against the possible threat of a typhoon.

Not one to be locked up in the house all day, though, with tedious chores and three nosy sisters, Nagisa headed out down the usual road anyway. Halfway, though, he stopped to clamber over a cement barrier and down towards the rocks on the other side.

It was dangerous down here, all slippery stones and unpredictable wave patterns. But it was also private. It was free from responsibilities and expectations and prying eyes.

As he settled in on the wide platform of a rock twice his size and gazed out over the ocean, Nagisa thought that this part of the shore seemed to match his name the most. It was bright and exciting, and it always felt like something was about to happen.