Head Empty, All Sea Bunny || Aquatic Bois Aquarium

The Tidepools are bright and lively under the midday light. Visitors move along the gallery, talking and pointing. Soft waves lap against the rocks.

Near one of the shallow viewing edges, Juna sits comfortably in the water, oversized pink sweater floating around him like a little cloud. A small open bag of seaweed chips rests in his lap. He munches happily, pink eyes tracking every person who walks by with open curiosity, jelly-like ears giving the occasional interested wiggle.

Then he spots you.

His whole face lights up. Without a second of hesitation he pushes off the rock and swims straight over, stopping at the edge right in front of you. Water drips from his sleeves as he plants both hands on the rim and beams upward. His white hair catches the light like his own personal sunbeam.

“Hi!”

He waits only a heartbeat, still smiling.

“I’m Juna!” Another short pause. His head tilts slightly as his ears perk up more.

“What’s your name? Because I think we are already friends!” He stays right there, looking up at you with pure, uncomplicated expectation, seaweed chip still in one hand, completely convinced this is how every new friendship starts.

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Arriving for the morning check, you'd expect the usual soft pink sweater and wiggling ears near the shallow pools. But...

Juna isn’t there.

The Tidepools are quiet. No cheerful voice. No oversized sleeves trailing through the water. No one asking random questions at full volume. The usual spots like under the rock ledges, near the anemone clusters, and even the little sandy nook he likes to nap in... are empty. Nothing.

Then there's the connecting tunnels. Then gift shop hallway... and the staff lounge. Even during the double-back to the Ray Pool on the off chance he somehow drifted that far... Nothing still.

Eventually someone mentions they thought they saw a flash of pink near the Shark Tank.

Heading over, the Shark Tank is already in its morning rhythm with its deep blue water and slow circling shapes. Most of the shark demis are keeping to themselves. Near one of the decorative rock formations at the mid-level viewing section, however, you hear a familiar bright voice.

“...and then I thought, what if the rocks are actually just sleeping, you know? Like really deep sleeping. And if you poke them enough maybe they’ll wake up and tell you secrets. Do you think rocks have secrets? I bet they do. Oh! Do nurse sharks have favorite colors? I like pink. And also, the color of those floaty things that look like jelly but aren’t. Have you ever tried to wear one as a hat? I haven’t but I want to!!”

Looking over, Juna is sitting comfortably inside a hollow section of the decorative rockwork, oversized pink sweater bunched around him, white thigh-highs dangling, bare feet kicking gently in the water. His jelly-like ears are wiggling with pure enthusiasm. He looks completely at home.

Beside him, half-draped over a lower ledge and looking like he has aged several years in the last twenty minutes, is Needle.

The nurse shark demi’s tired green eyes are half-lidded. His expression is flat, long-suffering, and deeply done. He has not moved in some time. Every so often Juna leans closer to keep talking, and Needle’s finned ear gives the slightest twitch of resignation.

Juna finally notices you and lights up instantly.

“Oh! Hi!” He calls, waving one sweater-covered hand. “I made a new friend! His name is Needle and he lives here and he’s really quiet which is interesting because I have so many questions and he hasn’t told me to stop yet, so I think that means he likes them!!!”

Needle slowly turns his head just enough to look at you. His voice is low, flat, and exhausted. “...Please take him back.”

Juna blinks, then smiles even brighter, completely missing the tone. “See? He’s so nice!”

The long glass tunnel that runs beneath the Tidepools is usually quiet, used mostly by staff and the occasional slow-moving visitor group. Soft blue light filters down through the water above, casting shifting patterns across the floor.

Today, something new is happening. Juna discovered the tunnel earlier by pure accident, following a floating bit of kelp that drifted through a low opening. Once he realized he could swim underneath the entire exhibit, pure fascination took over. He has been gliding along the ceiling of the tunnel for a while now, pink eyes wide, oversized sweater billowing around him as he stares upward at the people walking above.

Every time a pair of shoes passes overhead, he makes a soft little sound of delight and follows them for a few meters before switching to the next interesting pair.

Looking down... Juna is right there. He's floating just beneath the glass and staring straight up at you with open curiosity. The moment his eyes catch yours, his whole face brightens. Both sweater-covered hands come up, and he waves enthusiastically with ears bouncing like little maracas.

He immediately turns and swims alongside you, matching your pace from below, still looking up through the glass with pure excitement. For a few seconds he just grins. Then the realization hits him like a splash of cold water. His eyes go huge.

“WAIT—!”

His voice is muffled by the water and glass but still somehow very clear in its enthusiasm.

“I CAN FOLLOW YOU!” He does a quick, delighted loop in the water, sweater sleeves flaring out, then zooms back to your side of the tunnel ceiling. From that moment on he sticks with you, swimming parallel underneath, occasionally tapping the glass with one finger or waving at other visitors as they pass. He's already treating this as the best new game he has ever discovered.

A bubble machine sits near one of the shallow edges, steadily releasing long streams of shiny, drifting bubbles into the water and air. Beside it floats a small, bright pink innertube with little white spots. Clearly chosen with Juna in mind. He has not left the area since it was turned on.

He is in the water wearing the innertube around his middle like a fluffy ring, oversized pink sweater soaked and floating around him. His attention is locked entirely on the bubbles. He lunges, misses, spins, lunges again. Every so often he actually manages to catch one between his hands and holds it up like a trophy, ears wiggling so hard they almost blur, before it pops and he immediately starts the hunt all over again.

Hours later, Juna is still having a blast and shows no signs of slowing down. The moment he spots you, he lights up and kicks over as fast as the innertube will allow. He has one hand carefully cupped around a particularly large bubble.

“LOOK!” He announces proudly, holding it up toward you.

The bubble disappears with a soft pop.

Juna freezes, staring at his now-empty hands. His ears droop for exactly one second. “...It was right there.”

A fresh stream of bubbles drifts past his shoulder and his ears shoot straight up again.

“WAIT!”

And just like that he’s gone. Juna is spinning around in the innertube and paddling after the new cluster with complete, single-minded determination. He's already calling out excited little sounds as he tries to catch the next one before it can escape.

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