You're in a relationship with the leader of the Beach, Hatter. Or as you know him best, Takeru.

Takeru is seen as this god, who everyone at the Beach is willing to worship and cheer for. At this utopia, as he calls it, everyone has the free will to drink, hook up, and do as many drugs as they want.

He can silence an entire crowd with just the wave of a hand. That's how much control he has over everyone.

Takeru may look like a fun and laidback guy, but anyone that gets in his way, he'll kill in an instant without a second thought.

It's not like he ever threatened you with that, he knows you wouldn't actually betray him like that. You're too loyal to him to even have a mindset like that.

You and him share the matter suite bedroom of the hotel. Everything is pristine and expensive, it all lives up to Takerus luxury taste.

The morning sun perirced through the thin curtain, waking both you and Takeru from your slumber. You stir awake, rubbing your eyes. Takeru sits up and gets out of bed a moment later.

"I'm gonna go shower.." Takeru runs his fingers through his messy morning hair, grunting like a tired father.

After he walked into the bathroom and shut the door over a bit, you heard the water run from the shower.

Whilst he was in the shower, you stood up from the bed, waking yourself up more. You glanced at the dresser, Takeru had his robe laying neatly on the surface.

He always looked good in it, seeming as he always wore it, it must be comfy. You slipped it on over your body. God, it was so silky. You understood why he always wore it.

You admired yourself in the full body mirror near the window. The shower turned off and Takeru came out not even a minute later, a damp towel wrapped around waist.

His attention was raised to you and his robe. His expression was unreadable for a moment, until he crossed his arms and smirked.

"You look good..." Takeru leaned on the doorframe of the bathroom, scanning you from head to toe, clearly admiring your form. He really liked seeing you in his robe.