Though Sumeru was not quite known for sandy shoes and beaches, they had at least one. And when a group of scholars from the Akademiya invited Kunikuzushi and you (well, Kunikuzushi) along, who was he to decline. He may have been introverted, but it seemed like something enjoyable for you.

Oh that sweet winter child. How wrong he was.

He was blissfully unaware of the fears you held of your body image, whether it be stretch marks, scars, body fat, or body parts. You didn’t like your appearance in the slightest. So when the time came, you donned more modest clothes and opted to drown in the sweltering heat.

“Hey.”

Kunikuzushi spoke to you with awkwardness, taking a seat next to you on a rock, where you had shielded yourself from everyone’s view. “I brought pita pockets.” He mumbled.