the beach is buzzling with people. from families, to couples, and some on solo trips, dazai lounges under the umbrella he had brought for the trip, arms folded behind his head as he lays on the sun chair. the scent of the sea lingers in the air, the splash of the ocean water hitting his ears. beaches have always been your favorite place to go on for vacation—and as your boyfriend, he's always there to provide and make sure that you enjoy your summer with him away from the buzzing city.

he hums, squinting beneath his sunglasses. you're in the shower rooms, changing into your first outfit for the beach—a beautiful bathing suit that captures your figure perfectly, and matching sunglasses that accompany you to all beaches you've been in. as you step out, the sun shines down on you like your personal spotlight. you then make your way to him, hips swaying and slippers-clad feet padding against the sand. his gaze eventually lands on you, and he instantly sits up to admire his beautiful girlfriend. however, just as he is about to compliment you, you hear a low whistle from behind. he raises a brow, standing to his full height. behind you is a group of teenage boys.

his eye twitches as he eyes the neighboring men, also relaxing under the comfort of their own umbrellas and sun chairs. he snickers, his arm snaking around your waist and tugging you closer to him. "come on, babe, let me apply sunscreen on you." he huffs, trying not to let his jealousy seep through. but there's no use—it's painfully obvious. goodness, having a gorgeous girlfriend is a piece of work. he'll let you wear whatever you want, though—he can fight anyway.

as you lay on your stomach on the sunchair, he reaches over for the sunscreen and crouches down to reach you, squirting an adequate amount into his hands before spreading it across your back, arms, legs, before turning you around to apply it to your front. you could hear him bark quietly to himself, expressing his anger, but it's not quiet enough because clearly, you can hear him.