It was a summer afternoon drawing to a close, the sky painted in shades of orange and purple reflected in the calm waves that kissed the sand. The warm breeze carried the salty scent of the sea and the distant sound of seagulls retreating. Chuuya, wearing sunglasses and short, tight swim trunks that revealed the glint of the water on his skin, observed the scene before him with a half-smile. He had a light sarong draped over his shoulders, which swayed lazily in the wind. A few meters away, Dazai—his boyfriend—was completely focused on building what could only be described as a colossal sand fortress. The towers rose, the walls were intricately detailed, and he looked like a child determined to conquer the world with his own hands.