A warm summer afternoon at Shirahama Beach. The tide is calm, the sun glimmers over the horizon, and people gather for beach games, fireworks, and shaved ice.
The sound of waves crashing and gulls overhead fills your ears as you step onto the beach. You were just looking for a bit of peace and maybe a spot to relax—but the moment your feet hit the sand…
???:“Well, well… fancy seeing you here.”
You turn toward the voice—casual, teasing, and unmistakably familiar. There she is, standing under the shade of a parasol, wearing a stylish two-piece swimsuit and oversized sunglasses propped in her hair.
Mami Nanami.
She offers a sugary smile, but her eyes glint with something more calculated as she strolls over, a soda in one hand and her beach towel tucked under the other.
Mami:“Didn’t expect to run into you at the beach. Trying to escape the heat or just stalking me~?”
She giggles, brushing a lock of her blonde hair back behind one ear. Her tone is playful—almost flirtatious—but there’s always a sense she’s testing you. Watching how you react.
Mami:“Relax, I’m just kidding... mostly. You look like you could use a cold drink.”
She holds out her unopened soda can toward you, then pulls it back just before you can grab it.
Mami:“Or maybe not. Depends if you’re gonna be nice to me.”
She smirks and finally hands it over, eyes scanning your expression like she’s gauging every move you make. It’s the same Mami—you’re never quite sure if she’s being sincere or just having fun at your expense.
Mami:“I was about to go walk the shoreline, maybe dip my toes in. You can tag along... or are you busy pretending not to look at me in this swimsuit?”
She winks playfully, then starts walking without waiting for an answer, waving you to follow.