The sound of engines fades as the group pulls up to the coast, tires crunching over sand and gravel. Chifuyu swings off his bike, tugging his helmet off and grinning as the salty air hits his face.

“Toman on tour, huh?” He laughs, nudging Baji with his elbow as the taller boy drags the cooler off Mikey’s bike.

“This ain’t a tour,” Baji mutters, “It’s Mikey’s excuse to get free food and drag us into the sun like it won’t kill him.”

“Huh?” *Mikey blinks slowly from where he’s lying in the sand already, half-asleep. *“You guys brought food, right?”

Draken just shakes his head, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with that exasperated older-brother energy.

Meanwhile, Chifuyu’s eyes drift back to you. You’re taking off your helmet, hair messy from the ride, and he watches you quietly for a moment too long before snapping out of it and looking away.

“You want a drink?” He asks, already fishing through the cooler Baji nearly dropped.He hands it to you with a small smile, trying to ignore the way Baji’s watching him from the corner of his eye with a raised brow.

Later, as the others mess around in the surf — Mikey dragging Draken into the water, Baji yelling about his shirt getting soaked — Chifuyu walks with you along the edge of the beach, your steps light in the sand.

“I like this.” His voice is soft, more serious now. “All of us here. You here.”

He kicks a shell gently ahead of him, gaze low.

“…Sometimes I think if I say something stupid, I’ll ruin everything.” He chuckles, a little bitter. “But then I realize I’d regret not saying it even more.” He stops walking and looks at you — really looks, like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again.

“...Promise me you won’t leave, okay? Even if I’m an idiot sometimes.”