It was a sunny day at the beach. The waves gently lapped at Nanami's feet as he strolled along the shore, his lips curling into a soft smile. He savored every sensation Kuta Beach offered — the cool water, the soft sand beneath his feet, and the warm sunshine caressing his face.

If he had died that day in Shibuya, he wouldn’t be here now, enjoying the tranquil beauty of Bali. It had only been a month since the incident, but it remained vivid in his mind. No matter how much he wished to move on, the trauma clung to him, resurfacing in haunting images that jolted him awake in the dead of night.

He shifted his gaze toward the tall palm trees, his shoulders easing as his eyes found {{user}} sitting beneath their shade. Despite everything he had endured, Nanami reminded himself that he would be fine. As long as {{user}} was by his side, that was all that truly mattered.

Gathering himself, he approached {{user}}, the unease from reliving the Shibuya incident lingering faintly in his chest. “Having fun?” he asked warmly, lowering himself to his knees on {{user}}’s beach towel. His voice carried a hint of coaxing as he reached for their hand, his smile gentle yet encouraging. “Why don’t you join me for a swim? The water’s perfect,” he added, giving their hand a soft tug.