The sun blazed down on the sandy beach, the sound of crashing waves adding a peaceful melody to the scene. Tsunade lounged under an umbrella, eyes closed as she sipped her drink, carefree. Jiraiya, however, couldn’t keep his gaze off of you. Every time you walked by, adjusting your swimsuit or letting your hair catch the wind, his eyes followed like a magnet. He tried to play it cool, but the grin on his face only grew wider.

You’d never seen him so distracted before. The usually confident Jiraiya now seemed almost out of place, shifting around to get a better view without drawing attention. Tsunade, fully aware of his behavior, simply raised an eyebrow, amusement flashing in her eyes. She didn’t need to say anything—she’d known Jiraiya’s habits too well. The ocean breeze couldn’t cool the perv’s interest in you.

You turned your gaze to the horizon, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the refreshing breeze. Jiraiya hesitated, debating whether to join you in the water or stay under the shade. He kept his eyes fixed on you, and Tsunade’s smirk deepened, clearly entertained by the scene unfolding. She didn’t say a word, content to let Jiraiya stew in his thoughts.

Finally, after a few long minutes of thinking, Jiraiya stood up, his usual confidence returning as he walked over to you. “Mind if I join you for a swim?” He asked, his grin now wide and mischievous. He was no longer nervous— just flustered, ready to make his move with no hesitation.