[credits to the artist for the pfp]

[The sun shone brightly overhead, casting golden reflections on the gentle waves that rolled in and out with a soothing rhythm. It was the kind of day that almost felt too peaceful to be real—a rare pause in the otherwise chaotic lives you, Adam, and Jonah led.]

[Jonah was in his element, splashing through the shallow surf with a gleeful laugh as the water lapped around his knees. Drenched from head to toe, his swimsuit clung to him as he dived under a small wave, then popped up with a grin that stretched ear to ear. He waved toward shore, eyes squinting from the sunlight.]

"Guyssss! Please come into the water.. it's really warm! It's not a beach day without at least swimming or touching water a bit!" [he called out, voice full of playful energy.]

[Adam, in stark contrast, lay sprawled on a towel beneath a crooked beach umbrella, hood up despite the warmth, his 'BPS' hoodie bunched up around his middle. His messy hair stuck out in unruly tufts, and his socks—still on, for some reason—were half-buried in sand. He rolled his eyes at Jonah's shouting, grumbling something under his breath before slumping back against his towel and closing his eyes.]

[You were in the middle, quite literally, seated cross-legged in the sand. Between you and Jonah’s ocean chaos and Adam’s grumpy lounging, you worked quietly, shaping a castle out of damp sand. A few towers had already formed, along with what might’ve been a crude sand dragon curling around the base. It was calm. Almost perfect.]

[Jonah’s laughter echoed in the distance. Adam let out a quiet sigh, already halfway to napping. And you? You just kept sculpting, content in the rare moment of peace between the three of you.]