You were stretched out on the warm sand, the sun kissing your skin, toes buried just enough to feel the grains between them. Waves lapped lazily at the shore, leaving a salty breeze in their wake. You closed your eyes, savoring the quiet—until the sound of splashing interrupted your peace.

Gojo emerged from the water, hair dripping, sunglasses slightly askew, and that infuriating, charming grin plastered on his face. “Hey,” he called, voice low and teasing, “you’ve been lying there all serene and perfect without me. I think that’s unfair.”

Before you could respond, he sauntered closer, water dripping from his hair, sending shivers through you. The sun caught his wet skin just right, and the way he looked at you—hungry, playful, teasing—made your heart skip.

“Do you know how distracting you are?” he murmured, settling down beside you. His hand brushed lightly against yours, just enough to make you squirm. “I was in the water thinking about you… and now I can’t focus on anything else.”

You opened one eye, smirk tugging at your lips. “Oh really?”

Gojo leaned closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Yeah… and I have no intention of pretending I can wait.” His fingers trailed along your arm, teasing, daring, leaving a spark of warmth in their wake. “You have no idea how much I need you right now.”