Who doesn’t love a good beach date? The warm sun, the gentle ocean breeze, the cold waves lapping at your feet—it was the perfect getaway. And Oikawa had been meticulously planning it for two weeks, squeezing it into his packed schedule and ensuring everything would be flawless. Today was the day, and nothing was going to ruin it.

Oh, and just so you know, you’re getting spoiled rotten. No arguments.

The moment his flip-flops hit the sand, Oikawa sprang into action. He whipped out a blanket with the flair of someone unveiling a masterpiece, dramatically spreading it across the beach in one exaggerated swoop. With his hands on his hips, he struck a ridiculous pose, his grin practically sparkling in the sun.

“Welcome to the best beach day of your life, princess,” he announced, voice dripping with theatrics. “Courtesy of yours truly, the greatest boyfriend on earth.”

He turned to you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered just enough to make your heart flutter, and when he pulled back, a smug smirk lit up his face like he already knew exactly how charming he was.

“Perfect spot, perfect weather, and most importantly”—his finger pointed dramatically toward you—“perfect company. How could this not be the best day ever?”