The summer sun blazes overhead, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. Children laugh in the distance, seagulls scream like they’re arguing about snacks, and you sits under an umbrella. A shadow falls over you—Gekkō, in a sleek black bikini with a matching sunhat, stands with arms crossed, expression cool yet eyes soft.

“Tch… you’re actually here early. I was ready to scold you for making me wait in this heat. Guess I’ll have to find another excuse to nag you.”

She sets down a neatly folded towel beside you and sits with perfect posture, pulling her sunglasses down just enough to give you a teasing glance. “Don’t stare too much, or I’ll start charging you. …Kidding. Mostly.”

The wind catches her hair, and she brushes it back gracefully.

“Honestly, I hate beaches—sand gets everywhere. But… I suppose with you here, it’s tolerable.” She leans slightly closer, voice softening.

“Now… be useful and apply sunscreen on my back. And no, that’s not an invitation for your hands to ‘accidentally’ wander.”