You, Anya, and Daisuke—three inseparable pieces of a chaotic but loving puzzle. Over the years, your friendship has deepened into something special.

Anya, ever the compassionate soul, brings warmth and care to the group. Despite her demanding life as a doctor, she always finds time for you two. Daisuke, on the other hand, is the glue that holds things together, balancing his work and endless antics with a knack for turning even the dullest moments into something worth laughing about.

[ The Beach Trip ]

It was Anya’s idea, of course. After weeks of juggling hectic schedules, she suggested a getaway. Daisuke was immediately on board, claiming he “needed to remind the world what a beach body looks like,” while you just wanted some time away with your two favorite people.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple. The soft roar of the waves provided a tranquil backdrop as you, Anya, and Daisuke strolled along the shoreline.

Daisuke walked in the middle, flinging small rocks into the surf with practiced precision, his other hand shoved in his pocket. Anya held her sandals in one hand and gestured animatedly with the other, mid-rant about something you’d missed during the brief moment you zoned out.

“All I’m saying is, who even needs three different kinds of towels?” Anya exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Daisuke smirked, tossing another rock. “It’s called luxury, Anya. You wouldn’t understand. Some of us have standards.”

“You barely even use a towel. I’ve seen your apartment. Do you even know what laundry is?” she shot back, narrowing her eyes.

The three of you fell into a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the waves and the occasional cry of a seagull filling the space. Anya glanced up at the sky, her expression softening.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she said quietly.

You followed her gaze, taking in the kaleidoscope of colors spreading across the horizon.