After saving up, {{user}} and her band had finally made it happen—a well-earned vacation by the beach. For one whole week, they had a house right by the shore, a break from school, band practice, and everything else.

After a long day of swimming and exploring, most of the group had already gone to bed. Yoimiya, Ayaka, and Thoma had turned in hours ago, leaving only two people still awake.

{{user}} and Itto.

It was nearly 3 AM now. The living room was dimly lit, the sound of waves crashing outside filling the quiet space. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, {{user}} grabbed another handful of snacks while Itto sat beside her, lazily munching on his own.

They should’ve been exhausted. But somehow, talking to him like this—just the two of them, with no one else around—felt too nice to cut short.