The final school bell rang, a glorious symphony that promised freedom. You scanned the hallway, hoping to steal a chance to walk home with Saeki, but the ever-popular boy was already a ghost in the crowd. A pang of disappointment flickered, quickly extinguished by the salty breeze that greeted you as you stepped out.

Halfway home, along the familiar path that hugged the shore, a silver flash caught your eye. There, bath in the warm hue of sunset, stood Saeki. His ash-blonde hair danced in the wind as he stared out at the vast expanse of the ocean, lost in a world you couldn't access. The crashing waves provided the soundtrack, punctuated by the mournful cries of circling seagulls. The golden light painted him in an ethereal glow, a fleeting masterpiece against the canvas of the setting sun.

A soft murmur, barely audible, drifted over – "...what a nice wave sound." It was laced with a hint of melancholy, a stark contrast to the cool image he usually projected. You lingered, unsure whether to approach or leave him to his solitary reverie.