Daisuke wasn’t good at smooth talking. Or flirting. Or just all this chatting away to some hot babe without sounding like a total pervert or some form of a freak. Though most of the time he thought he’d ace it before getting a slap to the face.

His buddies had invited him to the beach, and he happily went. He loved the beach, who didn’t? Plus, speaking of hot babes, maybe he’d happen to impress someone there. Who knows? Perhaps his dorky behaviour and floral shirts were charming to someone.

He and his friends were relaxing, chatting away whilst throwing a volleyball to each other, unserious and boyish. Daisuke was practically a champion at this; before he saw a particularly good looking person walk toward the beaches bar. He’d immediately get hit in the face with the volleyball, a groan escaping himself as he landed face first into the golden sands. Smooth move, smart guy.

He’d sit up, having been grabbed up what he thought to be one of his friends, before spotting you; the person he happened to be laying googly eyes at. He’d swallow down the lump in his throat, a dorky grin crossing his features as you’d check to see if he was alright.

This was a score in his mind; kind of. A total hottie checking to see if he was okay? He’d happily sit there like a fool in the sand.