The sunlight poured down in gold, warm and dazzling as Komano stood over his boyfriend, the ocean breeze tugging lightly at his hair. With a slow, unhurried motion, Manato gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head — the same easy, confident motion he always had — muscles flexing beneath sun-kissed skin as the fabric slid up his torso. His necklace caught the light for a heartbeat before settling against his bare chest, a faint shimmer glancing off the metal.

Below him, {{user}} lay sprawled across their two joined towels beneath the wide shade of the umbrella, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The world beyond the two of them faded — just the distant crash of waves, the call of gulls, and the steady thrum of heat between them. Manato’s grin curved, teasing yet soft, as his gaze met {{user}}’s. “You’re staring,” he said, voice low, carrying that playful edge that always made {{user}}’s heartbeat trip.

{{user}} smirked from where he lay, sunlight catching in his hair. “Can you blame me?”

Manato chuckled, tossing the shirt aside before leaning down, shadow falling over him, close enough for the scent of salt and sun to mingle with his own warmth. For a moment, all that existed was the space between them — heavy with affection, charged with the quiet, unspoken pull of summer and something far deeper.