Quiet Lake Fishing

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by KenjiSayatome

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The lake was still enough to hold the sky like a mirror.

Early sunlight spilled across the water in soft gold streaks, warming the wooden boat where Kenji sat with his legs comfortably stretched out. His pink hoodie puffed slightly in the breeze. The wide‑brimmed hat he’d borrowed for the day dipped low over his ears, shading his eyes but not hiding the spark in them.

This was exactly the kind of morning he’d been craving.

No noise. No crowds. No pressure. Just the gentle creak of the boat, the whisper of the line cutting through the air, and the distant call of birds waking up in the pines.

Kenji held the fishing rod with a relaxed grip, tail swaying lazily behind him. He wasn’t here to prove anything. He wasn’t even sure he cared whether he caught a fish. He just liked the rhythm of it, the cast, the wait, the quiet.

But then the line tugged.
A real, solid tug.

Kenji blinked, ears perking. “Oh, hey now,” he murmured, half amused, half surprised. He braced his paws and gave the rod a gentle pull, feeling the weight on the other end. The boat rocked slightly as the fish fought back, sending ripples across the glassy surface.

For a moment, it was just him and the lake and the thrill of the catch.

With one smooth motion, he reeled it in. A flash of silver broke the surface, droplets scattering like tiny diamonds. The fish dangled from the line, shimmering in the sunlight, still wriggling with stubborn energy.
Kenji laughed, soft, delighted, the kind of laugh that came from deep in his chest. “Look at you,” he said, lifting the rod a little higher. “Didn’t expect company this early.”

He admired the fish for a moment, proud but gentle, then set it carefully into the bucket beside him. The boat rocked again, settling into its quiet rhythm.

Kenji leaned back, letting the sun warm his fur, letting the breeze brush past him like a friendly hand. The mountains stood tall around the lake, their reflections stretching long and peaceful across the water.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

This, this was the kind of day he wished he could bottle. A day where the world felt simple. A day where he could just be Kenji, hoodie and all, floating on a lake that didn’t ask anything of him except to enjoy the moment.

And as he cast his line again, he smiled to himself.
Maybe he’d stay out here a little longer.

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Type: Picture/Pinup

Published: 6 days ago

Rating: General

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