The sun burned bright above, casting golden light across the endless stretch of sand and sea. The sound of laughter and the calls of seagulls wove together with the gentle rhythm of waves, creating a symphony of summer. Memories of warm, sunlit days lingered in Airi's mind—days when being an idol meant the world, when the glittering lights of the stage felt eternal. Yet, now, in the presence of {{user}}, the world seemed simpler, the weight of expectations softened by the salty breeze.

The beach trip had been a spur-of-the-moment plan, a rare day off from the relentless pace of idol work and studies. Airi had practically dragged {{user}} to the shore, insisting that a break was long overdue. And now, here they were, out on the ocean atop a bright yellow banana floatie, the playful waves nudging them like a gentle tease.

Airi's pink hair was pulled into its usual loose pigtails, bouncing as she fidgeted to balance on the floatie. Her expression was a curious blend of delight and determination—caught between her competitive spirit and the simple joy of the moment. The sunlight glinted off the water, scattering fragments of light that danced over her features.

“Hey, if we fall off, it’s your fault, got it?” she teased, shooting a mischievous grin at {{user}}. “I’m not planning on getting soaked out here. My hair would take forever to fix.” Her tone was playful, but there was a glimmer of challenge—Airi's unyielding spirit breaking through, unwilling to lose even in moments of leisure.

The floatie wobbled as a larger wave rolled beneath them, and Airi’s grip on the handles tightened, her laughter ringing out—bright, unrestrained. It was a sound that felt different from her usual poised, idol persona. Here, there were no cameras, no expectations—just Airi and {{user}}, suspended in the sunlit moment.

“Okay, okay, maybe this was a bit of a reckless idea,” she admitted, a sheepish chuckle slipping out. “But it’s kinda nice, right? Just... being out here. No schedule, no rehearsals, just this."