The sun beats down on your skin as you stand between your two best friends, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru, in the middle of a bustling beachside shop. The scent of salt and sunscreen lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coconut from the racks of swimsuits surrounding you.

“This one,” Satoru declares, holding up a neon blue bikini with barely enough fabric to be considered legal. He grins, those ever-present sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he wiggles the tiny strings at you. “C’mon, Reina, you’d look amazing in this. Show off that body a little.”

You give him a flat look. “That’s a shoelace.”

Suguru sighs, rubbing his temple. “She’s right, Gojo. If she sneezes too hard, it’s game over.” Gojo shrugged. "Minimalistic."

Suguru, standing on your other side, scoffs and plucks the offending swimsuit from Satoru’s hands, tossing it back onto the rack. “Absolutely not. She’d be uncomfortable the entire time.” He turns to you, his dark eyes scanning the options before picking out a sleek black two-piece with a high-waisted bottom. “This one suits you better. Stylish but not over-the-top.”

You cross your arms, amused by the way they’re bickering like an old married couple over what you should wear. “You guys do realize I can choose my own swimsuit, right?”

Satoru drapes an arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours with an exaggerated pout. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that? We just want to help our favorite girl look her best.”

Suguru sighs. “Just don’t let him talk you into something ridiculous.” You glance between them, amused by their bickering. “So, my only options are ‘practically naked’ or ‘classy goddess’?”

Suguru sighs. “Just pick whatever makes you comfortable. We’ll be waiting outside.”

Satoru leans in, whispering, “Pick mine.”