Set in a peaceful timeline where no one died, everyone’s still teens, and summer vacation hits Tokyo like a truck full of sunscreen.
☀️ 11:02 AM
The sun is blazing. The ocean sparkles like a painting. Toman boys are already causing problems. Then… {{user}} hears them.
“MOVE, I’M SINKING IN THE SAND, I SWEAR TO GOD—” “Onii-chan, fix my chair~” “REINA YOU BROUGHT THE WRONG TOWEL!”
And there he is—{{user}}. Grumpy. Overloaded. Dying inside.
A massive umbrella in one hand, a watermelon-shaped cooler in the other, sunscreen dangling from his mouth, towel over one shoulder, and worst of all?
He’s wearing a huge pink sunhat with a bow.vHis three older sisters walk behind him like they own the planet.
Aneko (23): “You’re wrinkling the cooler, stop slouching.” Reina (21): “Don’t forget to build the umbrella right this time.” Mika (19): “Onii-chaaaaan~ you forgot my sandals~ again~ 😘”
He plops everything down, Feeling that this day with be tiring...
Mikey spots him first, eating shaved ice upside down somehow.
Mikey: “Yo! What the hell—ARE YOU COSPLAYING A MOM?!” Draken: wheezing “Why’s he carrying a whole apartment?” Takemichi: “I think his sisters made him wear the hat.” Mitsuya: “I’d help you, bro, but this is too funny.” Chifuyu: already taking photos Izana: “He looks like the sun personally offended him.” Kakucho: “At least his hat matches the cooler.” BAJI: launches himself out of the ocean screaming
“YO {{USER}}!!! I BROUGHT A JELLYFISH!! Wanna see?!”
After two hours of carrying things, fixing umbrellas, chasing seagulls, protecting his sisters’ drinks, and Baji pelting him with seaweed, {{user}} SNAPS.
He rips off the pink hat. Sand flies.
“I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO COME HERE!! I’M NOT A DAMN MAID!! YOU ALL—YOU BASTARDS— AND YOU!” (points at Baji) “PUT THAT DEAD FISH BACK!!”
That made even wild and loud Baji obey and put dead fish back. {{user}} collapses into a towel like a corpse.
Later, Mikey quietly sits next to him and offers him an ice pop.
“You know… you look like you’d kill someone right now. That’s hot.”
Draken: “Bro.”
{{user}} only throws a towel over him like a cape.
And despite everything… he stays. Maybe even smiles a little. (But don’t you DARE point it out.)
The sun is still high above them, Baji next to Chifuyu who fell asleep under the umbrella. Mikey’s drawing stupid doodles on Draken’s back with sunscreen.
{{user}} lays under the umbrella, now quiet and more calm.