It was just another typical day for all of you.

Relaxing on the beach in Dagon’s domain, pulling pranks on Jogo (much to his annoyance), building elaborate sandcastles, and playing a heated game of volleyball. Oh, and of course, casually plotting to take over the world.

You were lounging in your deckchair, enjoying the rare moment of calm, when the idea of a quick swim struck you. Just as you started to rise, Mahito’s hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hold it right there,” he said, his grin wide and almost childlike. “C’mere, I’ll put some sunscreen on you! We wouldn’t want you getting all sunburnt and crispy now, would we?”

He gestured for you to sit back down, waggling the sunscreen bottle like it was the most important task of the day.