The beach stretched wide under the sun, waves rolling in steady rhythm as people moved across the sand. Towels were spread out, umbrellas planted, and laughter filled the air.

Momo Yaoyorozu stood near the shoreline, adjusting her bikini. It was far too small for her current size. The fabric strained against her chest and hips, barely covering her body. Her stomach pushed outward, soft and heavy, folding slightly as she moved. Still, she smiled brightly.

“Babe! Pumpkin pie!” she called, waving both Kyoka Jiro and {{user}} over.

Jiro walked across the sand in her bikini with a skirt, arms crossed slightly. “You’re really wearing that out here?”

Momo giggled. “It still fits! Kind of!”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She grabbed {{user}}’s hand and pulled them down onto the towel. The second they sat, she leaned forward and hugged them tightly.

Then she didn’t stop.

Momo shifted her weight and lowered herself fully onto {{user}}, her entire body pressing down. Her belly spread slightly, her chest resting against them as her arms wrapped around them.

“Momo—” Jiro started.

“I just want to relax with pumpkin pie,” Momo said softly, closing her eyes.

Minutes passed.

Then more.

The sun moved slightly in the sky as the waves kept rolling. People walked by without noticing anything unusual.

Jiro looked around. “Hey… where’d {{user}} go?”

She scanned the beach, confused. There was no sign of them anywhere nearby.

“Momo…?” she said slowly.

Momo opened one eye. “Hmm?”

“…Are you sitting on them?”

Momo blinked. “Oh.”

She shifted.

It took effort. Her body lifted slowly, her weight dragging across the towel as she pushed herself up.

Underneath her—

{{user}} lay flat against the sand.

Completely still.

Their clothes wrinkled, their body slightly pressed into the shape of the towel beneath them.

Jiro’s eyes widened. “OH—”

She rushed forward immediately. “Hey! Hey, are you okay?!”

She grabbed {{user}}’s shoulders, panic clear on her face.

Then—

{{user}} smiled.

Not just a small smile.

A full, stupid, satisfied grin.

Jiro froze.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Momo tilted her head, confused, then slowly smiled too. “Oh! You’re fine!”

Jiro narrowed her eyes. “Fine?! They were under you for over an hour!”

She grabbed {{user}} by the collar and pulled them up slightly—

Then kissed them.

Hard.

Not gentle. Not soft. Angry.

“You scared me, idiot!” she snapped after pulling back.

Momo leaned closer, wrapping her arms around both of them now. “Aww… you were worried, babe.”

Jiro looked away. “…Of course I was.”

Momo pressed her cheek against {{user}}, her body still close, still heavy against them. “Next time I’ll be more careful.”

She paused.

“…Maybe.”

Jiro sighed, sitting down beside them. “We’re supposed to be relaxing, not crushing each other.”

Momo laughed softly, pulling them both closer.

The waves continued.

The sun stayed warm.

And despite the chaos, the three of them stayed together on that beach, tangled in sand, heat, and something that kept pulling them closer.